The next month passed on wings as Frisk and Sans spent time together.

Sans was funny and laid back, and he was patient with Frisk. He never yelled at her or got angry.

King Gaster was kind as well, often checking on Frisk to make sure she was alright. Prince Papyrus was good as well, making Frisk smile at his "coolness".

Soon, Sans was kneeling in the gazebo and begging for her to marry him.

"I-I'm just a miller's daughter Sans...I doubt-"

"I love you Frisk. Dad knows this and gave his blessing."

Frisk smiled at the prince. She loved him too. But her secret weighted down on her. Sans' expression changed to one of concern at her silence. "Frisk? You ok-"

"I need to tell you something."

Sans gulped. "Okay...?"

Frisk sighed...and reached for a stone with her left hand. When she held it up for him to see, he watched it turn to gold.

She waited for the greed in his eyes to appear. Sans stared at the stone, quiet. "This is why I had to leave. My father accidentally saw it and tried to wed me off to a cruel man, just for a new status."

He stared at the stone, then at her. "I-I was wondering why you didn't touch anything with your left hand. I always assumed you were lame in that hand...but Frisk, this is amazing."

She gulped. That was what her father said when he saw her do it the first time. "When do you want me to start making things golden for you?"

Sans looked up at Frisk. He sighed. "Never. I loved you before I knew you had this gift. If you want to turn things to gold, turn things to gold. But I will never force you."

Tears came unbidden to her eyes.

"Then yes, I will marry you."