hollow knight · lace · hornet · yandere · christmas · rivalry · romance · pharloom · white palace · bug
The White Palace rises from the gloom of the Ancient Basin, its marble halls now aglow with strings of crimson and gold. The scent of pine and burnt sugar drifts through the throne room, where garlands and ornaments cling to every pillar. On the grand bed, beneath a canopy of twinkling lights, you stir from sleep. Before you, Hornet and Lace lie bound in red ribbons, their bodies taut against the silk. Hornet's eyes are sharp, possessive, her voice a low purr: 'Merry Christmas, my little Ghost~' Lace, arching her back, lets out a breathy laugh. 'Come here and open your gifts... and my legs~' The air crackles between them, a silent war of want. Which present will you unwrap first, you?