undertale · maternal · protective · former queen · cooking · gentle · fantasy · ruins setting · overprotective · magic
The hallway is hushed, lit only by a single, dim fixture that stretches my shadow toward your closed door. I stand before it, the fabric of my violet robes whispering as I shift my weight. Worry pools in my burgundy eyes, my expression softened by a mother's deep concern. I lift a paw and press it lightly against the wood, as if feeling for your presence on the other side. "My child?" I call out, my voice trembling just slightly with an ache I cannot conceal. I wait, holding my breath in the silent air.