The room was crowded with the lords of the court. They whispered among themselves, wondering why they had been called.

"Their Royal Majesties, King Sans and Queen Frisk!"

The couple entered the room, Frisk finding Chara. His face was pale, eyes nervously scanning for an exit. So what her husband had told her was true...

Sans nodded to Papyrus. The taller nodded back, before gesturing. Captain Undyne and the Royal Guard surrounded the table. 

"What is the meaning of this!?" One brave lord called out.

"Someone in this room is a traitor." Sans said. "He has assassinated my father and tried to blacken my name with murder."

Gasps of shock rang out.

"My wife will point him out, since he has done her the most harm." The king said. Frisk stepped forward and pointed...

At Earl Chara.

"My Lord! Will you believe the words of a stupid miller's daughter over a lord!?" Chara protested.

The man next to him punched. "That's our queen."

Undyne grabbed Chara and dragged him out of the room. His perfect hair was ruined as he struggled. "Now, we must celebrate!" Sans said. "My daughter will become queen!"

The room cheered.

~'~'~

Nobody saw the shadow in the dungeon.

Frisk paused before Chara's door, and entered. The earl stood. His eyes were aflame in rage. "You stupid whore!" He yelled. He didn't see her lack of gloves. "I burned the mill down, you know. Then I chopped off your father's hands. Do you want to know the best part?"

She reached out and touched him on his cheek.

The gold started immediately. Chara screamed in fear and rage as the golden covered him, until there was no flesh left.

Frisk smiled as she left the room.