Golden

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At noon, Frisk was ready. Her hand had been painted with the potion, dressed in a blue and purple gown. Her long brown hair had been pleated with flowers.

A carriage drove up the path, bearing the knife stabbed heart symbol of Chara. It stopped, the driver opening the door.

Earl Chara stepped out, crimson eyes focusing on Frisk. His red hair was neatly brushed, his green suit laced in yellow. She had heard rumors about his hardness and cruelty.

Her father, dressed in his best suit, still looked shabby next to the younger man. Frisk felt sorry for him...until he glared at her in disgust.

"She's somewhat pretty." Chara said. "That'll help with the bedroom, until I get a heir."

Chara stepped forward, his cane pressing against Frisk's chest. She couldn't hide a quiet gasp of shock as it bruised her.

One look at his smirk, and she knew the rumors were true.

"Padding in the right places." Chara said. He stuck his finger in her mouth, looking over her teeth. "Healthy teeth. Alright, now to seal the deal..."

The driver waddled forward, holding a huge stone. He set it in front of Frisk with a grunt.

"Turn this to gold and you'll get your title miller." Chara said.

Michael nodded. "You heard him, girl." He ordered. "Turn it to gold."

Frisk gulped. "H- How can I, Father? I'm not a goldsmith."

"No funny business. I've seen you do it."

She sighed, touching the rock with her left hand, her magic hand.

Nothing.

"Miller!" Chara yelled, turning on Michael. His wrist was grabbed, the silver of a knife showing...

"My Lord, wait!"

The two men stared at Frisk. She calmed. "My power only works at sunrise and sunset. Come back tomorrow at sunset and you will have your gold."

There was a moment of silence, then Michael was released.

"Fine." Chara said. "Sunset, tomorrow."