So, I had an idea for a rather sad Undertale fic a while ago which this is. Why am I writing it? To make you all feel the same sadness I feel (and by that I mean make you feel empty.) So enjoy and I hope I make you cry.
"Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown." Henry IV, Part II, Act III, Scene 1—William Shakespeare
Toriel looked upon the empty chambers that made up the royal halls. Before her, a wilted and neglected bed of once beautiful yellow flowers, now black and rotting from months of ill care.
It had been about a year since she resumed her duties as queen of the Underground, and queen to all monster kind, and a year since she lost the last tether to her old life.
She's not sure when she heard of Asgore's death, only that she felt . . . empty with it. What once would have been anger at her husband's poor choices were now replaced with a hollow regret, and sadness. In a way, she always knew that this would probably have been the outcome—either Asgore killing the fallen child and crossing the barrier, or he die himself and the child cross it instead—but it still hurt all the same.
Life was cruel in its way it took from her: her two children, Asriel and Chara, and now it took from her her estranged husband. And so, she sat on the throne, the crown of her rule heavy with burden as it sat upon her head, as heavy as it had always been. Beside her on a pedestal was Asgore's crown, an early reminder of the man she once loved, gone along with her children.
"Is this what you felt Asgore?" Toriel asked the crown to her side that stood motionless on its pedestal, "Is this what it felt like, to be alone and with such a heavy burden?" the silence was her only answer.