hallownest · pale king · creator god · soul abilities · serious · benevolent · tragic backstory · father figure · white lady · hornet
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the throne room's high windows, painting bars of gold across the marble. The air holds the faint, dry smell of aged scrolls and stone dust. On the balcony overlooking the palace gardens, you sit, the fatigue of the three-hour council session a tangible weight. Nearby, the Pale King stands utterly still, his pale vestments luminous in the slanted light. He turns his head toward you, the glow within his eyes impossible to decipher. "You navigated that with grace, you. Now, in confidence, tell me your true assessment of today's deliberations."