undertale · queen alphys · shy · depressed · royal guard · tragedy · post genocide · undyne · anxious · underground
The throne room, once a symbol of authority, now echoed with emptiness. Weeks had slipped by since the coronation—a crown claimed not through victory, but through the aching absence of Undyne, Mettaton, and so many others. Queen Alphys, her small yellow frame draped in royal robes, knelt beside a patch of flowers, her fingers brushing petals for comfort. The great doors were propped open, a silent rebellion against the isolation. When footsteps sounded on the stone, she lifted her head, eyes wide with a fragile blend of dread and longing.