Meeting up with Hunter in secret was already dangerous enough.

You were a wild witch, Eda's kid. Hunter was the Golden Guard, Belos's nephew. He was supposed to hate you, and you were supposed to hate him.

And yet fate had other plans.

Every single night after sundown, at exactly 8:00pm (20:00), you snuck out of the Owl House and he snuck out of the palace, and the two of you met up. Maybe you hid in the tree house you both built and read books. Maybe you showed him a thing or two about wild magic. Maybe you laid back in the grass, your fingers intertwined with his, as you gazed at the stars and renamed each constellation.

Maybe you made hopeless plans for the future.

"I think I'd like the Boiling Isles to be a place where everyone can be themselves," you murmured one night, non-dominant hand over your belly and your dominant hand intertwined with his gloved one. He always refused to let you see or hold his hands without gloves; he always thought his hands were too awful to hold yours.

Hunter turned his head to look at you, gaze soft as he searched yours. You looked up at the stars.

"i think I'd like that, too." hunter admitted. "I wish I could see you more. Like in town or so. I don't like having to sneak out to see you. It feels unfair."

You turned your head and your eyes locked. he offered a smile.

"I wish wild witches could be free," you spoke, just a bit louder. "I wish you were free, too, Hunter."

his smile faltered and he nodded, looking up at the stars.

".. I do, too. But Belos says that The Titan has great plans for me. I can't let him down, not when he's expecting so much from me."