7 Universes of Love

A song of blue and red

     The night sky was simply splattered with stars, dim and bright, some bigger than others, yet the shine of the full moon was the only source of light for a very weary skeleton, sitting down on the edge of a cliff, inspecting the beautiful scenery. Who knows, maybe counting the stars could clear out his skull of uneasy thoughts?

Sans the skeleton, known to the rest of the world as The blue dragon, was the last of his kin, after his family was slaughtered at the command of the Western King, Asgore Dreemurr.

Sure, his father was not the kindest ruler. Mad Gaster knew all too well how to melt people's skins off with the help of his very loyal, skeletal pets, as well as predispose his entire kingdom to strike him down, the goat boss monster - taking his place instead. At times, even the last skeleton thought the mad king deserved to die, reminiscing a few horrible punishments he himself endured as a child, but did his family really deserve to be hunted down, did his small, younger brother, Papyrus, of only 5 truly merit his tiny bones to be crushed one by one at the new king's command?

His eyes flickered with anger as he narrowed them at the stars, trying to restrain himself from calling on his blue, skeletal dragons and burn down the entire bottom of the cliffs. The small, rather chilling breeze of the midnight made his dark blue cape flutter in the wind faintly, somewhat dimming down the everburning rage in his soul.

No matter how tough and unjust the past, today, the skeleton had to cooperate with the very nation, the very people that made his entire clan and bloodline go extinct, for there was a greater threat to the living world, one that stood above all petty, inter-house conflicts and battles and if not taken care of, there will be no humans or monsters to rule over, only corpses and ash.

"Enjoying the night sky, aren't we?"

The very calm, gentle voice of a woman made him snap out of his contemplation and look to his right. The skeleton almost flinched, barely recognizing the Queen of the North which stood right next, looking over the cliff in the distance while holding her hands down with unusual gracefulness. The gentle, cold breeze of the night would sway some of those very stubborn, messy bangs of dark brown hair, letting the shine of the stars hit her very small, squinted eyes. It was very rare to notice those small, grey irises peek in between her almost closed eyelids, but each time he would catch them, they would burn with passion and determination while the fierce woman would slash through the undead necks with her longsword on the battlefield, protecting the Dragon Father with her life, although they were meant to be sworn enemies according to the houses they belonged to.

But tonight, she baffled even the deadpan skeleton, as she wasn't in her usual, warrior of the north, clothing. No thick furs were hanging off her shoulders and no leathered up, baggy clothing was covering her small body, making one barely distinct the lady's gender. A beautiful, long, silky dress was draping over all her curves, only tightening around her waist with a thick, brown leather strap which would lead all the way to her back and reconnect around her thin, dainty neck. Still reminiscing of her nation's traditional wear, some pointy shoulder pads were present as well, as if showing off her royal status.

Frisk Snow was not the most beautiful woman in the Northern Kingdom. She had a very dull, simple look and a thin body, yet tonight the Dragon Father had the opportunity to indulge into her, although very small, but breasts nonetheless, protruding fairly, he could almost notice her hardened nipples poke through the thin, silky fabric of the dress.

"My King." she let out with respect and the most calm, pleasant voice as it caused him to avert his gaze in a rushed manner and take an even more nonchalant look, resting his elbows on his vaguely raised knees.

The woman sat herself right next while arranging the folds of her long skirt from underneath. She spread her legs faintly on the surface of the cliff and the skeleton couldn't help but shift his dull eye sockets back onto that beautiful thigh raised upwards slightly, the thin fabric draping gently over it, only accentuating its plumpness. The would lie if she said she didn't catch that glimpse of lust within his expression, moreover, it filled her heart with vague pride, considering that very few men ever looked at her with hunger, but receiving it from the Dragon King was a flattering on a whole new level.