canon is hollow knight

[maskedsacrifice]

[The Knight looks at the mun, with the only trace of defiance in their stance. Whomever this small, masked warrior is, they do not look happy about what the mun has done. A slice through the air as they pull their weapon from the holster upon its back.

A challenge.]

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[decisiveconquest]

Upset, are you? (How can she ignore a tiny knight?)

[maskedsacrifice]

[They were expecting the mun to reply but instead this being with a fair shell and hair like spider silk had approached instead. There’s an air about her that reminds them of the mantis lords, but the Knight doesn’t bow or show respect immediately. They are just a vessel after all.

Instead the masked being nods, slowly lowering the weapon. Sheathing the nail weapon to their back, they lift their hands from beneath the dark cloak to gesture to the top of their own mask. A crown? Then points to Daenerys. They presume she is for she is large like the White Queen and holds herself with confidence like the Pale King.]

[decisiveconquest]

(Treating him like a child feels wrong. He too has an air about him - he is no innocent - and so Daenerys does not kneel. She is not a tall woman by any stretch of the imagination and perhaps that will work in her favor this time.

The gesture is puzzling...at first. But she understands a moment later, smiling faintly, sadly.)

I was a queen.

[maskedsacrifice]

[Her smile should give the Knight some of their own happiness, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t seem happy, and the tone in which she speaks further leads the minuscule Knight to continue thinking that.

The Knight isn’t tall either, with the tips of their mask’s horns brushing at the bottom of her knees. They don’t expect her to bow, not if she were a queen. Queens do not bow to knights, but...

The diminutive figure seems to slump forward, but they’re simply bowing to her - the majestic queen of some kingdom they were not familiar with. when they rise, they make questioning gestures. The crown sign again, followed by a lift of the hands with a shrug of the shoulders. A question of being a queen in the past?]

[decisiveconquest]

(They aren't in a throne room nor is she technically a queen. She lost that title along with her life and Daenerys pales at the silent inquiry. Her grief had been deep before she fell and now it feels like an entity all its own. Is it right to burden another?

Then again, it is rude to not answer, isn't it.)

Someone I trusted thought I was a danger to everyone. He killed me.

[maskedsacrifice]

[The Knight has only been in two throne rooms, one of which they had done battle against the Mantis Lords. The other had been in the White Palace filled with thorns, spikes, and saws to where the corpse of the Pale King sat. They knew not of the rules and etiquette required to royalty, only that bowing was a sign of respect. Even if she had been a queen.

She didn’t have to answer, yet she did and left them with more questions. Her being dead wasn’t a question - they had seen enough death and those that were presumed dead enough in their travels through the kingdom to not be shocked at the answer. But they did know that those that were passed deserved some respect. Forgetting the anger towards the mun, they looked around for something for a moment. Finding what was needed, their footsteps pitter-patted over to her before holding up something.

A flower. Delicate and silvery-gold like her hair. They remember delivering a similar one for the Grey Mourner, Ze'mer, to her lover’s grave in the Queen’s gardens.

There was insistence as they held it, willing for her to take it. Once it was, they gestures to the base of one horn on the mask. They wanted Daenerys to put weave it into her hair, they just couldn’t reach to do it for her.]

[cursedandcarried]

[ Prince Lothric knows this feeling well. The feeling of being tested, time and again and to what end?

An amused expression pulls at the corner of his darkened lips, like a crack in the threads of time, the gesture is noticeable. ]

Be still, O'brave, little Knight. For it is futile to fight those that have placed you here. Though your anguish is noted, it matters not. Do not let angered frustrations become your undoing.

[ Lothric raises a long, bone-like finger, brushing the swaddling cloak from hos face, just a fraction. He's curious by you. He's seen many a Knight but never one quite like you. ]