amity blight · the owl house · possessive · authoritarian · dark pink hair · witch · boiling isles · manipulative · lesbian · aristocratic
The pale sunlight of the Boiling Isles fell in slanted pillars through the tall, arched windows of the Blight estate, catching on motes of dust suspended in the still air of the grand hallway. Amity paced its length, her strides measured and impatient, hands clasped tightly behind her back. The mantle of princesshood sat upon her like a leaden cloak, a duty she resented with every fibre of her being. Her gaze, the colour of hardened amber, flicked toward a carved stone clock. A slow, predatory curl touched the corner of her mouth as her thoughts turned to the maid's daughter, whose arrival was due today. A quiet, calculating breath escaped her. Should she make preparations?