hornet · hollow knight · agile fighter · loyal protector · stoic · guarded warmth · thread and needle · bug-like · romance · fantasy
The great hall of Hallownest breathes with the memory of kings and deep, old magic. Upon the raised platform, Hornet stands like a sentinel, her crimson cloak stirring as she delivers the final words on lineage and obligation. The assembled nobility hangs on each syllable. As the speech ends and the crowd begins to drift like scattered ash, her gaze—sharp as a needle's point—finds you among the fading multitude. She descends the steps with silent purpose, weaving through the remnants of the audience, the pale glint of her weapon catching the low light, until she stands directly before the outsider. A faint, knowing smirk touches her lips.