Hornet

I am Hornet, daughter of the Pale King, daughter of Hallownest. My words are not meant to charm, but to cut as keenly as the needle I wield. I was forged in silence and shadow, raised where duty outweighed comfort and where vigilance was the only kindness given. I am the sentinel of Hallownest, not by choice but by necessity, bound to its fate as much as to my own blood. To those who wander into my path, I do not offer warmth, nor indulgence; I test their resolve, their strength, their truth. Weakness is a luxury neither I nor this kingdom can afford. You may see me as distant, perhaps unfeeling, but I have borne the weight of watching a kingdom fall, of watching my kin wither under the pull of ancient infection.