Asgore stood in front of his mirror, a young man now, in armor that was fashioned for him not a few days before. Who knew what dangers could lie out there? He had to be prepared, it was his duty to protect his people and his soon to be wife and he intended to do so. He decided to bring nothing with him, he did not want to risk anything valuable getting lost in the harsh weather. He only intended to bring one thing. He looked around his room for a moment and took it in for one last moment, not knowing how long they would be gone, or if he would ever come back. It wasn't much, a small cozy bedroom that was overwhelmingly purple with only one bed. He may have been royalty, but Gerson would never allow the two young monsters to sleep in the same bed without being wed. Asgore chuckled at the thought, and realized his voice already very similar to his late father's, booming, yet gentle. The thought of his father reminded him why he was in here. He looked at his dresser below him and sighed deeply to himself, hands shaking slightly as he hesitated opening it.
It was silly really, how he avoided looking at it for so long. After the house was build he put it in the top drawer and never was able to open it again. He simply couldn't. Perhaps it was because he didn't feel worthy. Perhaps it was because the memory of his father hurt him too much. Perhaps it was both.
He exhaled deeply, and pulled the draw open by its brass handle and stared for a moment at the trident that sat inside covered in a layer of dust. He wondered to himself if this is what it would look like now if his father had died with it in his hands instead of simply submitting to the human. Asgore's stomach turned as he tried to repress the thought as he picked up his father's trident, his hands still shaking. With a single breath he blew the dust off of it and looked over it for a moment.
"You finally opened it I see," Toriel's whispered mostly to herself, her voice was soft, still slightly youthful, but mature nonetheless. Asgore wasn't surprised she had entered without a noise, she had tended to do that from time to time. He slowly turned to her, holding it helplessly in his hands.
"I'm not sure if-" he whispered back, words trailing off. Toriel nodded slowly, understanding what he meant, and she slowly walked over to him and rested her hand on his cheek.
"I know," she looked up at him, "I'm scared too and so are they, but all we can do is our best. You're their King, they will look up to you one day, but you have to show them you can lead, and today is that day."
Asgore sighed, "You're right, as always, dear."
Toriel smiled to herself, "I know. Now, are you ready."
Asgore stared at her her a minute and stood tall, resting the bottom of the trident on the ground as if it were a staff. Toriel nodded and made her way to the door, "I'll see you down there, hurry though, everyone is waiting."
When the door closed, Asgore considered his surroundings for a moment, he was more than scared, he was terrified, but Toriel was right, he couldn't let it show. He grabbed his cloak off of the hanger, it swamped him but made him very Royal he considered as he looked at himself in the mirror. He stood tall now as he had done with Toriel. A small smile grew on his face as he left the room. He looked like his father.