The Golden Guard. Belos's right hand man.

Any witch with even half a brain would know that he was one you shouldn't mess with. He had his ways to make people fall in line with even a simple look. He was intimidating, powerful --

yet he was also just a boy.

A sweet, awkward boy named Hunter.

Hunter lived by the rules. He always had been. Since day one, Belos has been all he ever cared about. As long as he got the mission done -- as long as Belos was happy -- Hunter's safety or comfort never mattered.

Then you came along. A wild witch who turned the Golden Guard's world upside down.

At first, he loathed you. You were a wild witch, a species that Belos had categorized as evil and cunning and unforgiving. Yet, you were the complete opposite.

You were kind, and beautiful, and everything good that Hunter never knew existed. You had completely changed him, in a way that he never knew was possible.

'I have night patrol' turned into excuses to sneak out and see you, to learn about your world and the way you lived. Hunter had never seen wild magic from another's eyes -- it wasn't dangerous, or scary. It was new, and beautiful.

Hunter, resting beside you in a patch of grass just outside of Bonesborough, gazed up to the stars. From this side of town, the stars were brighter. Glancing over to you, Hunter couldn't help but feel anxious.

"What are we?"

The words left a gap of silence between you two. It felt like a massive brick wall had suddenly sprouted in the space between your hands. Hunter's gloved hands felt uncomfortably sweaty.

"I mean.. I know we're friends. You've said so yourself," he quicky spoke, voice cracking. Nice save, idiot. "I just.. we've been spending time together for a while now. Y'know? Sneaking out to see each other?"

Hunter glanced at you from the corner of his eye, yet you were already staring at him. He felt his face bloom bright red, quickly averting eye contact.

Titan save me, Hunter mentally repeated. Titan, please.