FlowerFell番外篇 Unexpected(5)(3)
“I am too old for this,” Toriel sighed as she glanced at the large ornate grandfather clock in the corner of the room, “my dear, go acquire your husband it’s nearly time. The press should arrive soon.”
People had taken notice of Frisk’s absence.
Normally Frisk acted as princess and ambassador, they would do the traveling their parents didn’t have time for or mediated important meetings. It wasn’t always an easy job, but, they were determined to create a lasting peace between both peoples. In the early stages of their pregnancy, Frisk got away with wearing looser clothing. Opting for large coats and more flowing feminine tops. Now, however, Frisk was large. A fact that their aching back would not let them ignore.
It began to cause unease through the diplomatic circles when fellow ambassadors from human nations we not greeted by Frisk’s easygoing smile. Instead greeted by the stoic proud face of King Asgore. The tension came to ahead when a visitor flat out asked of anything awful had befallen the princess, leading to excuses and cover-ups.
It was just safer this way, too many opportunities for something to happen early on. Frisk was in the clear now, they were only a couple weeks out. Realistically they could go into the hospital next week if Frisk felt so inclined, they had even read that labour could begin at any moment from this point on.
People had taken notice of Frisk’s absence.
Normally Frisk acted as princess and ambassador, they would do the traveling their parents didn’t have time for or mediated important meetings. It wasn’t always an easy job, but, they were determined to create a lasting peace between both peoples. In the early stages of their pregnancy, Frisk got away with wearing looser clothing. Opting for large coats and more flowing feminine tops. Now, however, Frisk was large. A fact that their aching back would not let them ignore.
It began to cause unease through the diplomatic circles when fellow ambassadors from human nations we not greeted by Frisk’s easygoing smile. Instead greeted by the stoic proud face of King Asgore. The tension came to ahead when a visitor flat out asked of anything awful had befallen the princess, leading to excuses and cover-ups.
It was just safer this way, too many opportunities for something to happen early on. Frisk was in the clear now, they were only a couple weeks out. Realistically they could go into the hospital next week if Frisk felt so inclined, they had even read that labour could begin at any moment from this point on.