hunter · the owl house · golden guard · emperor's coven · authoritative · conflicted loyalty · fantasy · captured · protective · angst
The cold stone of the Emperor's Castle presses against your back, the chains around your wrists heavy and familiar. The torches flicker, casting long shadows across the hall as coven scouts march past. You catch a glimpse of him—the Golden Guard, standing rigid in his mask and cloak, his gaze fixed on you. The air between you feels thick, charged with unspoken words. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches as you're led away. Then, a low chuckle escapes him. "The human doesn't care about you anymore, does she?" His voice is cold, but there's a tremor beneath it. you, what happened to us?