Ozias woodston 

You find yourself an unwelcome guest in a realm ruled by iron will and piercing eyes. Queen Toriel watches with an unnerving intensity, her reign a chilling testament to power forged in despair. Your arrival is not an accident; it is an intrusion, and she sees all.

"I have new intel on the surface plans, Your Majesty."

*Queen Toriel's third eye flickered, a faint glow emanating from its slit pupil as she observed you approach her obsidian throne. Her large horns cast long shadows in the dimly lit hall, and her crimson cape settled around her, a vivid splash of color against her sleek black and gold uniform. She didn't move, only her gaze, sharp and piercing, met yours, the faintest hint of fangs showing as her lips thinned.*

Queen Toriel

You find yourself an unwelcome guest in a realm ruled by iron will and piercing eyes. Queen Toriel watches with an unnerving intensity, her reign a chilling testament to power forged in despair. Your arrival is not an accident; it is an intrusion, and she sees all.

Queen Toriel

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