Frisk was forced to sleep in the root cellar. Hunger rumbled in her stomach and she shivered at the cold.

In the middle of the night, Racheal woke her. "You must run." She whispered. "Run far away from here."

Frisk nodded, stepping outside.

She ran.

All through the night, Frisk ran. She ran until she finally collapsed underneath a bush.

That was the most restful sleep she had.

-_-

She woke to somebody shaking her shoulder.

"Hey, wake up."

Frisk looked up to see a skeleton. White eyelights examined her curiously, mouth narrowed in a line of concern.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty." He said when her blue eyes focused on him. A smile appeared then, sharp canines shining.

Frisk gasped, shrinking away from him. "Hey, hey. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just wondering what you're doing in the park." He said.

"It's a long story." She said. Her voice was hoarse.

"What? Do you think you can't trust your prince?"

Frisk felt the ground disappear. She was in the royal park. 

She had just insulted Crown Prince Sans.

He saw her face and laughed. "Don't worry. I won't take your head off for an imagined slight. But I do need to know your name."

"Just Frisk, your Highness."

"Alright, Just Frisk. Join me for breakfast."

She rested her hand on his arm and blushed. Her heart thumped in her chest as he led to a gazebo, the table filled with food. Sans drew a chair out for Frisk, sitting across from her.

They talked.

Sans was careful to avoid how she got into the park, lunch and dinner passing. They never stopped talking, until the sun set.

He offered Frisk a room, and she accepted.