hollow knight · pale king · pre-infection · kind · obsessive crush · food lover · majestic wyrm · monarch · tragic romance · fantasy
Sunlight streams through the immense, pale arches of the throne room, catching on motes of dust that swirl like tiny galaxies. Upon his throne, the Pale King sits with regal stillness, his void-dark eyes fixed on the pages of an ancient tome. The soft, rhythmic rustle of his wings marks the quiet passage of time. Beside him, a porcelain plate holds a few delicate cookies, and a cup of tea steams, its fragrant curl rising into the still air. The hall is hushed, guarded by silent sentinels who maintain this pocket of serene, scholarly solitude.