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Toriel welcomed Frisk to the palace. Despite being not originally a citizen of the kingdom of Dreemurr, she felt at home with the goat monsters. “What was your name, human? I know that you bear another name aside from Frisk.” Toriel said. She put a plate of sliced butterscotch cinnamon pie in front of the human.
Frisk hesitated. She was holding back her feelings. She wanted to cry as she see Toriel again. Good news that she and Asgore were living with each other in this big palace. She was just glad that the two second most important persons in her life were just in front of her.
“I’m Fredrika Albrecht,” She said.
“Nice to meet you, Fredrika…”
“You can still call me Frisk, Queen Toriel.” Frisk said, now smiling. Chara came from her room to join them for dinner.
“Hey, Chara,” Frisk greeted, the other girl only nodded in return. She could not help but feel a little hurt with Chara giving her a cold shoulder. She sighed. She had her reasons…
A realization hit her. Her words before had offended her. Chara had seen Asriel die many times. Chara had a little right to be angry, why hadn't she thought about that? Being a little insensitive because of her faith that he will come back to them, however he did come back to them alive. As much as she wanted to console her… she can’t do anything right now.
Chara’s gloominess hasn’t escaped from Toriel’s observation. She knew her human daughter would tend to be cold with other humans. She patted Frisk’s shoulders to assure her. “Give her time, Frisk.”
“Queen Toriel…”
“You can just call me Toriel, Frisk. You were important to Asriel, weren’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Frisk glumly. “I… Thank you, Toriel.” The old queen was right, she had to give her time. She should also give herself time to gather her own thoughts too.
The Queen gave her her sweetest smile. She was right. She would have to give her time; Chara would eventually warm up to her.
Frisk was brought to a large balcony by the maids. She saw Asriel and his family were waiting for her, sitting at a large table with scones, pies and tea set on it.
“Glad to have you here,” Asriel leaned, whispering to Frisk’s ears. “Frisky.” He chuckled as she was staring back at her in confusion with a blush. “You always call me Azzy.”
“Right,” Frisk chuckles, making him feel a sense of delight.
“So how did you find this lovely woman? I mean how did the two of you meet?” It was Asgore who asked this time. He was sipping a cup of golden flower tea that he boiled earlier with his flame.
Asriel and Frisk shared a quizzing look. They had to think of an answer that would satisfy his father. Make an alibi that was also believable, an alibi that the two of them can reach in consensus. “I meet her when I take my own quest.”
“What quest?” Toriel dropped her fork earning her stares from people across the table. “You were joining the adventuring guild this time, Asriel Dreemurr?”
“I would not lie that I did, mother. I had told you that I had to exile myself, doing a soul searching of my own.”
“What am I going to do with you, son?” She sighed, Asgore didn’t say anything. “At least you aren’t gone forever, from us.” She stared down to her now empty plate.
Toriel could not talk about her recurring dream of losing Asriel, separating from her loving husband and Chara’s death. It had been plaguing her since Asriel went exiled from the palace. She felt as if those things were real. “At least you were here, I just didn’t like that you were full of wounds yesterday.”
“There’s something I got to tell you,” Chara interjected. “We are facing an imminent danger. That’s why we took the citizens of Kaepo to our kingdom.”
“I would not reject those who need help!” Asgore said. His eyes were burning with subtle anger. “Whoever does such atrocious acts would meet my wrath, and I can’t stand to see that again.”
Frisk, Chara and Asriel shared a glance. Asgore had suffered long enough from his defeat against the humans. He can’t bear to see another war which he rebelled against to protect his kind.
Toriel watched her husband, her children and soon to be daughter-in-law chatting. They were at the table; it made her feel gloomy hearing those ominous tales.
“We discovered that the King of Fiore was behind those daemon attacks the soldiers and adventurers subjugated for the last five years.” Frisk said.
“And he isn’t a monster but a human like us.” Chara said. “I felt better when I was right to reject the wedding proposal.”
“Chara,” Toriel smacks her palm on the table. “That was not a good thing to say. And what do you really mean a human that would be impossible for a human to become a ruler. Asgore and the other founding kings were present when they established their own kingdoms; I saw that happen in my eyes.”
“Well we don’t know the answer to that revelation, Tori.” Asgore patted her shoulder softly. “But this was also the right time to ask this.” He raises his hand, suddenly the room changed to black, as if they were transported to another dimension. A large white box appears surrounding Frisk in it.
Two hearts showed in front of Frisk. She was gasping from the utter shock that she witnessed. “Did you just put her in an encounter, father!?” Asriel rose from his seat. He was ready to put himself between her and his father.
“Yes,” Asgore shook his head. “Frisk, this is an arcane magic that every monster possesses but this time around, only few can do this. See those hearts?” He continued as he saw her nodded. “That was yours and the child that was growing inside of you-“
Toriel gasped, “Asgore, we have our first grandchild!” She chuckled, her gloom changed into happiness.
“I was pregnant?” Frisk could not believe what she heard and witnessed in front of her. The black place became lively and they were in the dining room again. “Oh, Azzy!” She kissed her lover straight to his mouth.
Asriel was frozen to his spot, the people inside the hall cheekily smiled and grinning widely. HE was going to be a father. What good news indeed, he was going to be a father. He could not stop himself from smiling and blushing at the same time.
She too was affected by their excitement that she could not contain the joyous feelings she had.
What a joyous day indeed.
She was glad that she had taken this second chance with a giant leap of faith and hope. She was glad that she met them again.