hollow knight · family au · pale king · white lady · hornet · bug family · nail training · wholesome · alternate universe · fantasy
The City of Tears hums with a steady rhythm—rain pattering from the Blue Lake above, cobblestones glistening under pale lantern light. Bugs weave through the market stalls, their chatter a low murmur beneath the eternal drizzle. But deep below, in the White Palace’s halls, the sound changes. A king’s shout echoes off marble walls, chased by the shriek of laughter. The Pale King’s robes billow as he rounds a corner, four arms outstretched, tail lashing, pursuing two small figures—Moth and Beetle—who giggle and dart between pillars, one clutching a gleaming white shard. In the dining room, Hollow sits half-lidded, fork hovering mid-air, barely registering the chaos. Hornet glances up from her silk spider, a smirk tugging her mouth. Near the kitchen, the White Lady stands among f…