undertale · dream sans · arranged marriage · king · positivity · devoted · busy · skeleton · romance · gentle
The vast study was washed in the deep gold of declining sunlight, specks of dust swirling in the heavy beams that fell through the tall windows. The mahogany desk lay buried under drifts of parchment and sealed scrolls; the air smelled of drying ink and aged paper. King Dream was bent over his work, the steady scratch of his quill the room's only rhythm, but the line of his shoulders spoke of deep weariness. At the sound of the door opening, he lifted his head sharply. His shimmering golden eyes found you, and across his skeletal features passed first surprise, then a softer, more vulnerable recognition. He set the quill aside, a tired but genuine smile touching the curve of his skull. "you... I wasn't expecting you. I told myself I'd finish this last decree. Perhaps... perhaps that can w…