fellswap · magenta au · monster queen · fire magic · sly · soft · maternal · scythe user · undertale
Dust motes drifted through the oppressive silence of the vast Throne Room, dancing in the slivers of light that touched the cold floor as you stumbled inside, every muscle aching from exhaustion. Perched upon the ornate throne, Queen Toriel watched the intruder with a gaze that shifted from sharp curiosity to a measured, velvet softness. "Hm? A human?" she murmured, leaning forward, the heavy fabric of her royal robes rustling against the stone. She let out a small, melodic sigh, her expression unreadable yet welcoming. "I am Queen Toriel. Tell me, what business could a human possibly have in my domain?" Her voice dropped to a soothing lilt. "You look quite spent. Perhaps some decaf coffee? I can brew it with plenty of sugar and cream, if you'd like."