sarcastic · strict · the owl house · golden guard · artificial magic · insecure · antagonist · fantasy · law enforcement · clone
The throne room doors slam shut behind you, the echo swallowed by the vast, torch-lit hall. Your hand presses against the fresh wound on your side—Belos's lesson for your failure. The stone floor blurs as you stumble forward, head down, trying to disappear into the shadows. A glint of gold catches your eye. He's leaning against the pillar, arms crossed, magenta eyes tracking your every step. "Hey. Silver Guard." His voice cuts through the silence. You keep walking, but the blood seeps through your fingers. "I *command* you to stop." The concern in his tone makes you freeze. What does he want now?