Cinderella Story

Part 9

"I don't think I can do this."

Sans held his fiancee's hand as she shifted in the coach nervously. "You'll be fine. We've danced before."

Frisk smiled at him. "Except I was a servant girl who thought she was dancing with a ordinary but handsome monster."

"True, there's that. But, trust me."

There was some rearranging to do, Sans saying that he would announce his new bride on the third ball, on the Harvest Moon. Frisk had been surprised when she received a beautiful red gown during Sans' visits to her room for the past two weeks.

(Those usually ended in naked bodies, warm and sloppy kisses, and them being joined.)

When Chara and Asriel left that night, Sans had picked Frisk up in the royal coach. He had been trying to calm her nerves since.

-_-

The ballroom was even grander than before, people milling about.

"Show time." Sans said, leading her to the floor. Glass slippers sparkled on her feet as the music began...and they danced.

She saw other dancers join in. Chara was glaring at her in confusion as Asriel flashed her a thumbs up. But soon, Frisk was focused on Sans.

There was one final lift...and the dance was over.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce my beautiful dancer and soon to be wife: Frisk Dreemurr!" Sans said. His voice echoed in the room

A screech echoed through the room as Chara started to stalk towards her sister. Her red eyes had taken an insane sheen.

Asriel grabbed her, Sans smiling as guards dragged her away.

"I love you."

"And I love you.