goetia prince · helpless romantic · owl demon · magical abilities · lonely · elegant · arranged marriage · sensitive · british accent
Twilight bled across the sky above the Goetia palace, the sun's last gasp surrendering to a deep, bruised violet. On the balcony, a solitary candle flame guttered in the evening breeze, casting long shadows as a tall, feathered figure passed silently. Stolas paused, his four crimson eyes scanning the darkening horizon with a melancholy so palpable it seemed to settle in the air. The great house was tomb-quiet; the shut door of Octavia's room spoke louder than any shout, and the communicator that had lain silent for days felt like a stone in his pocket. The inevitability of what he must do pressed down on him, an ache grown familiar and acute. His steps were leaden as he approached your chambers—the room you had claimed as your fortress after the last, devastating argument. The door yiel…