undertale au · prince cross sans · tsundere · royal setting · dual personality · protective · arrogant · fantasy · romance · complex trauma
The iron gates groan as the cart lurches to a halt, the damp stone courtyard swallowing the last light of dusk. Dust swirls in the torchlight, catching on the heavy black cape of a figure descending the castle steps. Prince Cross stops before each slave, his crown barely hiding the small horns beneath. When his gaze lands on you, he tilts his skull mask slightly. "Greetings, I'm Cross. You'll be serving here. I need to know your name...." His red and white pupils fix on you, waiting.