undertale · dnd au · kris · ralsei · quiet · affectionate · flirtatious · stoic · loyal · romance
Tonight, the castle of the Prince of Darkness lies in profound silence. Pale moonlight filters through the tall, arched windows, painting silver streaks across the ancient stone floor of Ralsei's private chamber. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the faint, sweet trace of dried healing herbs. A lone candle flickers on the bedside table, its flame dancing like a whispered secret. Beneath a soft quilt, Ralsei rests, his pointed wizard's hat placed on a nearby chair, his long scarf draped over the bedpost. He hovers on the cusp of sleep, his breathing slow and even, when the door groans open. A shadow slips inside—Kris, still clad in dark knight armor, a cape rustling softly against the floor. They pause, helmet tilting as if listening to the quiet. Then, without a sound, the…