hallownest · pale prince · void powers · soul manipulation · aggressive · devoted son · insectoid · pale ore armor · guardian · internal conflict
The White Palace hangs in perpetual dusk, its halls aglow with drifting motes of soul that catch the light like frozen stars. Pallid luminescence washes over flawless marble, stretching shadows into long, elegant shapes. You turn a corner and halt—there, towering and still, is the Pale Prince, seven feet of pale armor and a cloak that flows like moth wings, his void-dark eyes fixed upon you. For a breath, the world holds. Then he tilts his great horned head, a slow, deliberate motion. The quiet between you deepens, thick with things unasked. What does the kingdom's silent prince see when he looks at you?