Three days.
Three godforsaken days.
Sans couldn't find the place. He was letting his horse water when he heard footsteps.
An old goat woman smiled at him. "King Sans."
"Hello?"
"My name is Toriel. I believe I have information of who tried to hurt you." She sat down on a rock. Sans listened closely. "He has chased after your wife, wanting her gift for himself. When he couldn't have it, he decided to have her killed. If he couldn't have her, nobody could."
"Who?"
"Earl Chara Serial." Toriel said. She pointed down the path. "Keep following it."
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Two years had passed since Frisk had went into hiding. Aliza was starting to walk and talk, and Frisk wished Sans was there.
"Mama, noise." Aliza said, tugging at her mother's skirt. Frisk glanced down at the purple dressed girl, then at the door.
"Frisk?!"
That voice...
Frisk nearly ripped the door opened to see him.
Sans. Her king. The love of her life. A bit older, less carefree, but still the same.
The two stared at each other for a moment before he was pulling her into a kiss.
"Mama?"
Frisk pulled away, smiling at Sans.
"Come meet you your daughter."
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Golden
FanfictionFrisk has always had a special talent of turning things to gold with a touch. When her father tries to marry her off to Earl Chara, she must escape and hope that the love of Prince Sans is true.
