1. A is a low-ranking aristocrat. Their parent/s (or guardian) want them to marry up, maybe even as far as the ruler of the whole country, but they have a huge crush on B, a commoner and don’t know what to do about any of it. Maybe Black is the aristocrat and I'm the commoner? Just to switch it up XD
He paces back and forth across his room.
His brother sits with a heavy sigh. "So?"
"They expect me to marry before the year is over… and they want it to be, to... Her.." Black grumbles.
"You knew this was gonna happen." Pyre shrugs.
"I know but it's different now." He takes his fancy purple coat off, tossing it on his bed.
"Then screw them, who cares, follow your heart and all that-"
"Papyrus. You know, It's so much more complicated than that." He grabs a scruffy black coat, throwing it on. "I'm going out. Don’t get into any trouble while I'm gone." He storms out through the balcony doors.
"Say hi to yer lover girl for me." Pyre chuckles.
There you were. You liked to sit on the edge of the town's fountain and read a book this time of day, he'd met up with you here on countless occasions now. You were like a rose among thorns, a true beauty, inside and out, a rarity among the women he'd met. The way you sat so focused as you read. He didn't want to disturb you, well almost.
He walked over and sat next to you, he waited a moment to see if you would notice him. But your head was so far into your book that the whole world just didn't exist. That's one of the many things he adores about you.
“It was horrible to watch her face change. It went from a kind of desperate excitement to dark despair, in gentle slow motion. It was as though a shadow had drifted across the land-.”
You brought your book to your chest as you heard the words you were reading.
You turned. “Oh Sans?” You couldn't help but giggle.
“That's a good book,” he replied.
“I didn’t see you there, did you do your little appearing trick?”
“Funnily enough no. But never mind that, how are you today?”
“I’m good, how about you?”
He gave a little hum. “Say. Do you remember the day we first met?”
"Of course, was it just a few years ago now? In the market. I tripped and spilled my shopping over you." You laughed. "How embarrassing am I right?"
"I'm glad we met that day." His voice was soft and seemed happy but his shoulders slouched, betraying him.
"Sans… do you want to go for a walk?"
He shrugged. "Can do, if you'd like."
So you pulled him along to one of the gardens around the town. This town has always been known for its beauty, and since Sans stepped up with his lordly duties the beauty increased ten fold. He's put so much work into it all, he planted most of the flowers in the very garden you walked though, you know because you worked alongside him.
The perfectly placed roses and petunias and lilies, and marigolds and all the other flowers shone brilliantly in the morning sunshine. The trickle from the little fountains, the breeze through the trees, the birds and the songs of nature fill the quiet with peace.
"Sooo Sans… I have a question." You look over to him.
"Are you alright? You seem a little…"
He pauses looking over the gardens for a moment.
"I'm not alright. But I just have a lot on my mind." He sighs.
You step in front of him, consern painted over your face. "Can you tell me what's wrong?... please Sans…"
"Fine. You see. The… the lord and lady who care for me. They expect me to marry by the end of the year." He states matter of factly.
He looks down. "They. Would like me to wed the heir to the throne."
"The oldest son, adoptive or not, doesn't get to make choices like that." He steps around you.
"But Sans?" You have to walk a little faster to keep up. "You're obviously not happy with this."
"But what choice do I have?"
"Sans!" You grab his hand. "Slow down… please let's just talk about this."
He huffs. "Alright. You want to know what I think? How I feel about this?" He replies not looking you in the eye.
"I'm frustrated. With myself. I was prepared for this, I knew this would happen, it's duty and it's the right thing to do to repay their kindness but… but…"
"You don't like their choice?"
"I mean she seems decent… I just, well I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have." He pulls his hand out of yours, crossing his arms as he turns away. "I want to do what they want but when I think of her, her smile, her brilliant way of thinking, how she always makes me feel better, her patience, kindness, and just thinking about losing her… well. My soul breaks a little."
You give him a small smile. "Love is difficult like that…" Who are you to give him love advice? You're literally pining over the man before you as he pours his concerns out about two. other. women. It's not like you can ask him to forget both of them and run away with you, right? As much as you may wish.
"I don't know what to do." He sits on a short wall by the path.
"I'm sorry Sans." You sit next to him. "If they didn't expect you to marry the princess would you have chosen this other girl?"
"I would love to. But I doubt they'd be happy if I married a commoner."
"Right." Your gaze shifts to your shoes.
He picks up a wilted flower and twirls it. "She doesn't even know how I feel about her."
"Maybe you should tell her then? it could help?"
"I… I want to think this over, you know, figure it all out first. Before possibly dragging her into this mess." He stands. "Thank you though, you never fail to help me feel better." He gives you a little smile and hands you the flower. "I'll see you soon."
With the blink of an eye he disappeared, as if he faded into the wind.
You look down at the purple flower in your hands. If only you could tell him.
He flops on his bed with a sigh, "If only I could tell her."