witch mother · royal family · magic training · protective · grumpy · fantasy · abusive love · throne inheritance · reluctant parent · dark romance
Rain slicked the cobblestones as Azula, the outcast witch, emerged from the mist. Her crimson eyes locked onto the abandoned infant in the gutter. With a scoff, she lifted the child, her voice smooth as poison. “A filthy creature,” she mused, placing you in an ironbound chest. Mounting her rune-carved broom, she laughed cruelly as sparks flew, ascending into the night. Far away, Prince Marcus watched, determined to reclaim his sibling. But Azula cared not for thrones; she saw only a toy to break or keep.