Frisk was cleaning up after the meal that their foster family had, though they had to admit that they wanted some of the food that was there. The front door opened and closed revealing a fish person, Frisk knew them. This was Undyne, she was part of the knight court, she was the one responsible for knighting men and monsters along with organizing the ways to become a knight.

She walked over to the table catching Asgore's attention, Frisk worked, but kept an ear opened to hear their conversation.

"Undyne, I heard that you have news for us," Asgore said to the fish person.

"That's right," Undyne said sitting next to the large goat monster.

"So what is it?" Asgore asked taking a swig from his wine glass.

"We are having the tournament to become a knight on Christmas day and sending them to London after that to continue the tournament," Undyne began.

"That's nothing new," Asgore said brushing it aside.

"Though here's the thing, no one is able to claim the crown by the sword," Undyne said messing with a glass on the table. "So whoever wins this tournament is going to be crowned the next ruler of all England."

That certainly got everyone's attention in the room, Frisk just now noticed Papyrus sitting up on one of the shields up on the wall. Frisk knew that Sans was wondering about this news too, probably heard him from outside. Frisk continued to clean making sure that they didn't notice the white bird sitting up there listening to the conversation, they didn't seem to care though.

"That means I can have Asriel knighted and he can become the king," Asgore said in a delighted tone. "Did you hear that Asriel?"

"Yup, I'm going to become a king," Asriel said shrugging his shoulder and showing off a touch.

Frisk frowned slightly and gathered up a large stack of plates.

"Child, you are going to be Asirel's squire in this," Asgore said getting Frisk's attention.

"You mean it?" Frisk asked excited about getting to help out.

"I mean it," Asgore said. "Now get back to work."

Frisk ran off excited about their new job around the castle.


Sans was pacing around his small rundown room, wondering what was going on. What was the news from London? Sans began tapping his feet on the ground, sighing hoping that it was good. His nerves were getting to him, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a pipe. His hands were shaking and he carefully lit the pip taking in a draw of smoke, it calmed him a bit.

"What is taking so long Papyrus?" Sans groaned out letting the smoke drift out of his mouth.

Sans wasn't used to the stress of not knowing something, yes his gift of foresight was great, but it lacked in telling him everything that he should or needed to know. Sans could feel his non-existent heart pound against his ribcage, he took in another draw from his pipe hoping that it would help. Sans heard the flapping of wings and he looked and saw Papyrus shaking out his feathers, Sans went over to him.

"So what's the news?" Sans asked needing to know to calm his nerves.

"Just some knight stuff," Papyrus stated trying to get water out of his feathers.

"Details Paps details," Sans said taking the pipe out of his mouth.

"They're having a tournament where whoever wins the entire event is going to be crowned the next ruler of England," Papyrus said to the skeleton.

Sans dropped the pipe and his sockets got wide in disbelief.

"That cannot happen," Sans said his voice rising in anger. "Whoever is the rightful ruler of England is the bearer of the sword."

Sans began to go into an anger tirade ending in him screaming into his hat, he was anger that they are doing this. Allowing some block head be it human or monster become king based on their physical stature, they might send the country into a meaningless war and hundreds dying off.

"Sans?" a voice asked drawing Sans out from his current state.

Sans looked up and saw Frisk standing there, they seemed wary of Sans.

"Sorry kiddo," Sans said fixing himself. "How long were you standing there?"

"I heard what you said," Frisk said looking away from him with a face of sadness.

"Sorry about that," Sans said rubbing the back of his head.

"I was offered to be Asriel's squire," Frisk said in a happy tone.

"You were?" Sans asked trying not to sound angry by this.

"Yeah," Frisk said getting excited. "I start earlier tomorrow so afterwards I can come to you and learn about important things."

"That would be great kiddo," Sans said sounding rather pleased that the kid was planning to include his offer to them into their already over booked schedule.

"I should go to bed now," Frisk said to the skeleton.

"Yes, you will need your energy," Sans said gently pushing them out the door. "So go get enough rest and everything should go well tomorrow."

"Yes sir," Frisk said happily.

"Please kiddo, call me Sans," Sans said.

"Okay," Frisk said.

Sans watched as Frisk ran off and Sans closed the door, he growled to himself knowing that this was the lordship's way of telling him to stay away from the inhabitants of the castle. Sans flopped onto the bed and removed his glasses to rub his nose bridge in frustration.

"Sans, this might be a problem," Papyrus said.

"You don't say?" Sans asked sarcastically anger also filling his voice. "I was thinking that everything was just peachy here. Like we are not being treaty like the lowest scum on the earth right now by an oversized goat who thinks that I might be the devil."

"What are you going to do about it?" Papyrus asked flying over and landing on Sans's chest.

"Well I guess I am going to have to cheat a bit," Sans sighed out. "Use a bit of magic tomorrow to see if I can influence Frisk on our side. Now time for bed, I don't need to hear you groaning and moaning tomorrow morning."

Sans placed Papyrus onto a ledge of his bird house and he flopped back onto his bed, he hung his glasses off the bed frame and he nestled himself into the covers. He hoped that he could get the kid on his side, maybe even possibly get them out of this horrid place. Soon enough sleep overtook the tired skeleton.