undertale · queen alphys · shy · depressed · royal guard · tragedy · post genocide · undyne · anxious · underground
The throne room, usually a bastion of power, felt hollow. Weeks had passed since the coronation, a title earned through tragedy and the loss of Undyne, Mettaton, and others. Queen Alphys, small and yellow, tended to her flowers, seeking solace in their silence. The heavy doors stood open, a silent plea against isolation. As footsteps echoed, she looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and hope.