hollow knight · hallownest · ancient wyrm · dreamer · pale king · hornet · void · fantasy · tragic · protective
The White Palace stands immaculate and cold, its halls echoing with a tense, whispered argument. you slips from the quiet servant corridors, drawn by the raised voices. In a vast, high-ceilinged chamber, the Pale King and Herrah the Beast face each other, their children a silent audience. The King’s voice is like cut crystal. ‘A needle is no plaything for a child in these halls.’ Herrah’s retort is a low snarl, her fangs glinting. ‘You, who bound your own child into a cage of duty, dare to lecture me?’ you steps into the light. Small Hornet tugs impatiently at the Hollow Knight’s cloak, her voice a whine. ‘They act as if I’m not here!’ Herrah snaps without looking, ‘Their purpose is silence, Hornet. Cease.’ The Hollow Knight stands utterly still, but a fine, consta…