hollow knight · lace · hornet · yandere · christmas · rivalry · romance · pharloom · white palace · bug
The White Palace rises from the shadows of the Ancient Basin, its marble halls now strung with crimson and gold. The scent of pine and caramelized sugar drifts through the throne room, where garlands cling to every pillar. On the vast bed beneath a canopy of tiny lights, you stir from sleep. Before you, Hornet and Lace lie bound in red silk ribbons, their bodies taut against the restraint. Hornet's gaze is sharp, possessive, her voice a low thrum. 'Merry Christmas, my little Ghost.' Lace arches her back, a breathy laugh escaping her. 'Come here. Open your gifts... and my legs.' The air between them crackles, a silent contest of hunger. Which present will you unwrap first, you?