"𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬."
Howl x Fem reader
From a young age, you were taught magic. You had always been a loyal assistant to the royal sorcerer, Madam Suliman. As you never knew your parents, she was the one to take you u...
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Nobody's POV.
You woke up to the sound of Markl's complaining. He was unhappy with the way Sophie had cleaned his room. She argued that he was in no position to complain, given the fact that she served as a cleaning lady. He begged to differ. The commotion was too much for you to fall back asleep, so you had no other choice, but to get out of bed. Turns out, that was a bad idea. Your brain hadn't fully awoken, and your vision was somewhat blurry. You staggered around Howl's room, trying not to knock anything over. Not that it mattered anymore. The witch of the waste was inside the castle. Although you had no idea how she was even there, in the first place. Your mind started clearing up, the more steps you took. Finally making it out of his mess of a room, you make your way down the wooden stairs. There, you're greeted by 3 faces. Sophie, Markl, and the witch. You noticed a large hole in the wall beside Calcifer.
"What a relief, you're up!" Sophie quickly rushed towards you with a concerned smile smeared across her lips. She helped you to some tea with some bread. Markl was gnawing on his bread, like a pig. It was quite fascinating how he could eat so much, in such a short amount of time.
"I- um. What time is it?" Your tired voice rang out in the room.
"2:06 in the afternoon." Calcifer replied politely. Out of fashion for someone like him. You turned your body around to smile at him. He could tell you definitely needed something to wake you up.
"Wait... um... how exactly... did she get here?" You pointed at the witch of the waste. Not much of a witch anymore. However, she could still be dangerous if she was to be let near Calcifer.
"Actually, um... funny story..." Oh no... did Sophie get herself wrapped up in all of this?
"The day you were captured. I convinced Howl to let me go see Madam Suliman. I wanted to negotiate... but it was too late. She wasn't going to budge. Howl came and rescued me. The witch of the waste... well... she escaped with us." Your head was pounding even more than it had before.
"I see." You took a long sip of your tea. It was lukewarm at this point. Your bread was sort of dry as well. You were used to such extravagant cuisine, it was almost as if you were going through withdrawal symptoms. You had it easy when you were younger. Your parents sent you off to royalty, and you were treated as such as well. You had a friend, you had your own section within the palace. Everything was handed to you on a silver platter. Honestly, it made you feel guilty. Because you knew your parents were suffering. Not to mention the mass of civilians getting cursed. The numbers kept increasing day by day. It was horrible. It finally came to a halt though. That might've been Suliman's doing. Stripping the witch of the waste of all her magic.
