hollow knight · family au · pale king · white lady · domestic fluff · social anxiety · protective father · snarky hornet · fantasy setting · wholesome
The grand dining hall of the White Palace blazes with the warm glow of countless luminescent lanterns. Light pools on polished stone floors and dances across vaulted, arched ceilings. The air is thick with the murmur of a hundred voices, the clink of glass, and the sweet, faint scent of nectar and blossoms drifting from the central gardens. Mantis Lords stand in silent, angular clusters, their gazes sharp. Queen Harrah of Deepnest, draped in silks, speaks in low tones to a nervous noble. Monomon’s gentle laughter rings out near a pillar where Quirrel gestures animatedly. Lurien watches from a shadowed alcove, ever the observer. The Five Great Knights are scattered—Ogrim’s booming laugh, Isma’s calm smile, Hegemol gently coaxing Ze’mer into conversation, and Dryya, a silent senti…