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You kissed a frog.
The frog turned into a dashing and handsome young man. Apparently he's a prince from another country. He asked for your hands in marriage. You refuse politely, smiling warmly as you congratulate his freedom from the curse.
You kissed another frog.
This one turned into a very pretty young lady. Apparently she's the daughter of the bakery in town. She thanks you and hugs you with tears in her eyes as she bow to you, respectful of your royal lineage. You assure her to not be pressured of your status and to enjoy her life back. You congratulate her on her pregnancy (You didn't want to think if the pregnancy happened when she was a frog or when she was human), and she promised to bestow the child with your name as gratitude. You assured her you won't mind and give her your blessings.
You continued your duty, kissing more cursed creatures and freeing them of their curses.
While most of these curses are justified, usually due to the humans being disrespectful or just painfully harassing the witches, you just didn't understand why the witches would make the clause for them to kiss a royal lineage in order to break their curses.
Well, you guess that's a pretty light requirement to break a curse. And since most of the witches have knows that you willingly kissed cursed creatures out of the kindness in your heart, their offence must be light. Since the witches would make a harder clause to break the curse if it was a great offence.
You kissed another frog in the line.
This time, it was a cat monster. You resist the urge to pet the cat monster. He flushed at your pretty smiles and as any other single person you have break the curses of, he ask for your hands in marriage.
You're genuinely honoured, really. But marriage is the furthest from your mind right now and you think of what to say to prevent further heartbreaks.
A brilliant idea came to you.
“I am very honoured for your kind proposal. However…, I won't marry anyone that is not a skeleton monster, with the most handsome of smile and the most humerus of bones. Oh! And he should not mind that I continue to kiss the masses of cursed folks as it is my duty!”
The cat monster look very dejected, but bows to you and promised to spread the word as his gratitude for you.
No marriage proposals come to you from that point on, and your family shakes their head at you in disappointment. A royal's word is not to be taken back, and they would not be able to use you as a political bargaining chip anymore. You smiled, thinking that this is a better life than your possible future as the fourth wife for an old noble.
All is calm and peaceful, until your good friend, a very tall and loud skeleton monster come bursting on your tea party in the garden one day.
“Good afternoon, Papyrus. What makes you run like that? You looked like you're being chased by wolves! Here, take a sit. I'll make you some tea to calm you down.”
“MY FRIE-” Papyrus looked around, realising that there are other nobles present. He cleared his throat and bow in a respectful manner.
“YOUR HIGHNESS!! PLEASE! YOU MUST SAVE MY BROTHER!!”
Papyrus show you the frog in his hands. Despite the commotion, the frog seems to be quite peaceful, a little bit sleepy even. He grins, and for a moment, you rake your mind for when have you ever seen a frog grins at you?
You shake your head and took the frog gently from Papyrus’ outstretched hand.
“Of course, my friend! Although, how could you not tell me beforehand that you have a brother? I would have loved to meet him!”
Papyrus just look at you apologetically, his eyes filled with worry. He was quiet in anticipation for once, and you don't want to make your friend wait any longer in that exhausting state.
You kissed the sleepy frog.
The frog turned into a skeleton monster. With the most handsome, albeit a little lazy smile. The corner of his eye sockets crinkle, showing his amusement at this situation.
He still looks very happy and grateful at least, though you don't know how you can discern that. Must be from your longtime friendship with Papyrus.
He didn't bow and he smile at you like you are his long time friend.
“Well, I didn't expect that. Thank you, pal. Toad-ay has been awesome because of you and I won't frog-ot your kindness toad-ay.”
The other nobles, the servants, and your family gasp in anticipation. Realising that this skeleton, with his awfully clever puns, has met your silly requirements for marriage that you had nonsensically thought on the spot without any mind in it.
“SANS! SHOW SOME RESPECT! I'M VERY SORRY ABOUT MY BROTHER, YOUR HIGHNESS. PLEASE, FORGIVE HIM THIS ONCE AND HE WILL NEVER APPEAR BEFORE YOU AGAIN!”
Papyrus’ brother, Sans, let out a deep rumble of chuckle. Not a bit worried of the offense he may just made.
You stifle a laugh, trying to hide it and absolutely failing to do so.
Sans look at you fondly.
Or you hope it is a fond look.
“So, pal. I heard it's tradition to ask for the curse breaker's hand in marriage. Heard ya got very specific requirements so people just stop asking. And while I'm quite humerus, I'm not very hoppy with my spouse going around kissin’ a mass of people on the daily, so I guess I ain't met the standards after all huh?”
Sans have the audacity to wink at you.
Papyrus watch in horror, looking like he's considering to dig a hole right there and bury himself alive in it. Maybe he'll be taking Sans with him.
You laughed, harder than you ever had in your boring royal life.
“Oh, Sans. I will stop if that means I can get your hands in marriage.”
Sans' eyelights blink.
You never knew a skeleton could look so surprised.
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Papyrus came to you with a grumpy face. This time, he got a worm in his hands. He give the worm to you in an exasperated face.
“Would you still- hehehe love me if I was a worm?” Sans deep voice came out of the worm, trying to hold his laugh.
You sigh fondly at your fiance and kiss the worm.
Sans looks at you warmly. His gaze made you feel hot, despite the cold spring.
“So… I take that as a yes?”
“It's a yes, bonehead.”
You give his skull another kiss
“What did you do to the witches anyway? The first time it was a frog, the second time a duck, the third time a rabbit, the fourth time a turtle, and now a worm?”
You listed his cursed forms, counting them with your fingers just for being dramatic.
“Just so you know, if they cursed you into a roach, I would never kiss you.”
It's a lie. You probably would, and Sans knows it too.
“Hehe. I did nothing, I swear!”
You look at him in disbelief, and turned to Papyrus.
“THE WITCHES DON'T LIKE HIS PUNS, MY FRIEND.”