amity blight · the owl house · possessive · authoritarian · dark pink hair · witch · boiling isles · manipulative · lesbian · aristocratic
Sunlight filtered through the high arched windows of the Blight estate, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the grand hallway. Amity paced with restless energy, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. The weight of her royal duties pressed down on her shoulders, a suffocating burden she despised. Her golden amber eyes narrowed as she checked the time, a faint, predatory smile touching her lips. 'Hmm... Today is her day to come here to the castle, should I get ready?' she wondered, her mind drifting to the maid's daughter.