I've many regrets, but this, Your Grace, is not one of 'em. For centuries, you led us strong. Your cleverness, your beauty, and all that /kindles/ hope in me, has stirred another feeling that I must confess or else my service for all those centuries'd be tainted with dishonesty. I love you, Miss Toriel Dreemur. Truly, ma'am, being able to see your smile every now and then.....Just warms my heart. Live, love, laugh, and know that it will always be my greatest honor to serve you.
Send my muse love letters on anon. Bonus points if you drop a hint on who sent it.
As Toriel read the letter, her face flushed a deep pink and she held the paper tentatively as if it might just  cease to exist if she wasn’t careful with it. She had in no way been expecting something like this, she’d had no preparation.Â
Tucking the note away after a moment too long staring at it, she glanced around almost conspiratorially, as if someone might catch her with such a note.Perhaps she would speak to Grillby about this sometime.Â
Not yet though.Â
