The coronation ceremony was held at Asgore's castle that night. Guests from all around the Underground had begun to file into the main room where the events of that night would take place.

Grand chandeliers hung from the ceiling and were accompanied by strings of light that illuminated the room. Round tables with black clothes covering their surfaces were plentiful around the room, making sure there were plenty of places to sit. Banquet tables sat against the right wall of the palace, most foods being homemade by Toriel.

Citizens from Hotland, Snowdin, Waterfall, and other nearby communities struck up conversations with each other about the upcoming coronation. The main topic, however, was Frisk.

Nobody knew what was to become of her once Asriel became king. There were rumors of them marrying and ruling the kingdom. Rumors of him sacrificing her to bring them back to the surface. Or even rumors of him expelling her from the Underground.

They all knew they would find out soon however.

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Along with the stream of guests that filed in the doors, very familiar faces soon began appearing.

Undyne showed up hand-in-hand with Alphys. Undyne wore a dashing black suit while Alphys wore a black dress with white polkadots and four inch black heals to hopefully get a little closer in height to her partner.

Not long after, Mettaton, Papyrus, and Sans sauntered their way in. All three wore ebony black tuxedos drawing attention from most guests as they entered. And as ravishing as they looked in a pack, Sans knew he was third-wheeling. Hard.

Mettaton had made snippy remarks about Frisk all night as they had prepared for the event. Ones that flew completely over Papyrus's head, but that Sans caught into quickly. The shorter skeleton would've spoke up if it weren't for his brother. The last thing he wanted was to ruin Papyrus's night.

So, instead of sticking around the love birds, he found himself a table and plopped down in the empty chair.

It was going to be a long night.

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Nearly an hour had flown by. No sign of Frisk or Asriel much to his dissatisfaction. Sans kept himself occupied by talking to other guests and making a few rounds to the buffet table.

After grabbing his second plate of sweet delicacies, he took a seat at the table where Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, and his brother had all gathered.

Not too soon after as everyone had settled down and taken their seats, the lights dimmed to a somber tone and a spot light shined at the balcony of the palace.

Everyone's eyes quickly followed the light, awaiting to see who would come from behind the purple curtain.

A few suspenseful moments passed, but the curtains were soon pushed aside to reveal Frisk in a gallant, beautiful blue dress. Her hair braided over her left shoulder with a golden flower tucked behind her ear.

The crowds eyes lit up at the sight. Mettaton bounced in his seat, admiring his work from afar, but after taking a second to look, his eyes immediately panned over to his lover's brother.

Sans' white pinpricks grew wide as he stared up at Frisk. The dress complimented all of her features that often went unnoticed by most of citizens who saw her.

Her pale skin glowed in the bright light, her mocha colored eyes looked over the crowd with pride, and her soft smile seemed to make everyone feel at ease.

There was not a single person who could turn away from her as she carefully made her way down the stair case; her form elegant and mature.

Sans had never seen her like this. However, he noticed if he looked a little closer into those beautiful brown orbs of hers, she was scared. Terrified even.

It didn't take a genius to figure out why, she was the center of attention in that moment. She hated that. The fact that she also was representing her brother and possible husband at this event only made her nerves worse.

As soon as she reached the bottom, she grabbed the microphone that had been waiting for her to give a speech to all the attendees.

Frisk grasped around its neck nervously, taking it from the holder and adjusting it near her mouth.

"I-I want to personally thank everyone for coming to celebrate this momentous occasion. Tonight, the Underground will crown their new king, Asriel Dreemurr. It's both my honor and pleasure to be here with you all to this day. If it weren't for all the amazing citizens of the Underground, I wouldn't be here today. So I hope you all enjoy tonight's festivities to the fullest!" Although her voice was shaky and uncertain in the beginning, Frisk had gained a proper footing by the end.

She returned the microphone to its stand and bowed to all the guests who clapped in return.

After the cheers died down, she made her way out to the tables, greeting each and every guests that came.

Eventually, she made it to the table where all her closest friends sat and plopped down on the only remaining seat left beside Sans.

"ya look exhausted, kid." Sans teased, trying to keep a blush from creeping onto his skeletal cheeks.

Frisk pouted at the comment and folded her arms.

"At least I'm actually doing something you lazy bum." She teased right back.

He was about to make a lame pun to get her back but Mettaton spoke up first.

"You look absolutely stunning darling!"

She blushed at the statement, completely forgetting how she looked in that moment. She was so used to wearing baggy sweatshirts that she didn't pay much attention to her attire.

"Thanks Mettaton. None of this would've happened without you though." She giggled, giving her friend a thumbs up

The robot blushed at the praise and simply returned the gesture to the other.

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The large party must've sat and talked to each other for at least an hour longer before the lights dimmed once again. Frisk and Sans exchanged a quick glance. An understanding glance. One that both knew without any need for words.

They were both scared for what was about about to happen.

Suddenly, their glances darted across the room to the balcony Frisk had once climbed down.

Asriel stood at the top in a royal, black gown; one similar to that of Toriel's with the exception of color. Soon after he came out, Toriel and Asgore followed behind carrying a golden crown and Asgore's red trident.

The night was only getting started.