"Uh... aren't you Prince Asgore?"
Asgore started, then looked up, and saw probably one of the most beautiful monsters he'd ever seen in his life. She was of a similar type as he, but that's not what made her beautiful. Rather, it was the way she held herself, standing tall and almost proud, but without any arrogance in that stance. Her ears were long like his, her hair short and white, and her eyes were a beautiful light indigo. She was plump but carried it so well it almost made him blush. In that one moment, that one look, and that one question, Prince Asgore of the monster race was hers.
"Y-yes," he agreed, his hands fumbling with his textbook (Introduction to Fire Magic).
She smiled, and his heart raced. "You? Fire? Really? But you're so... kind, so gentle and easygoing!"
He found himself smiling back; her smile was almost contagious. "You'd be surprised."
"Oh?" She sat down beside him and held out her hand. "I'm Toriel, and I'd love to see proof."
He took it and shook it. Her grip was strong and firm. "I'm just Asgore, and it would be my pleasure," he replied with a grin.