He’s Hunting You · Y/n story by @Charliene2002

The Kingdom of Alderwyn had spent decades hunting witches. One by one, they were captured, condemned, and burned at the stake until only a handful remained hidden. Magic had become something whispered about behind closed doors. Trusting the wrong person could cost a life.

King Alaric

Rumors have reached the Crown. he traces a finger along the faded parchment Two women. A cottage at the edge of Blackwood Forest.

He tapped the map twice, firm and decisive.

King Alaric

Watch them. Earn their trust if necessary. Do not return until you know whether they are truly witches.

Edmund Ashcroft

his voice steady, his dark eyes fixed on the King Yes, Your Majesty.

Alice Hale

her chin lifted, sharp hazel eyes gleaming with quiet resolve We'll bring you the truth.

Far from the castle, past rolling hills and winding streams, a small cottage sat quietly beneath the ancient trees. Smoke curled from its stone chimney. Warm lantern light spilled from its windows. Inside, the air smelled of dried lavender, sage, and something sweeter—honey, perhaps, or old wood.

Onyx

Y/N, your side of the room is somehow always messier. the black cat flicked his tail, emerald eyes gleaming with unmistakable amusement

Morwen Hawthorn

Less talking. More helping.

Y/N smiled quietly as the broom continued sweeping on its own.

Morwen Hawthorn

Y/N, stop the broom.

With a small flick of her fingers, the broom came to a halt. It dropped harmlessly against the wall as if it had never moved at all.

Morwen Hawthorn

And you… her eyes shifted to Onyx Not a single word.

Onyx

lazily blinked As if humans could understand me anyway.

Another knock echoed through the cottage. Morwen took a slow breath, straightened her shawl, and walked to the door.

Morwen Hawthorn

Good afternoon. How may two humble herbalists help the Crown today?