When they were finally in Papyrus's carriage and enough time in silence had passed, Papyrus spoke up. "So what do you think about the Queen?" Sans lifted his violet eyelights to meet Papyrus's pink ones.

He sighed a little, looking down at his hands. "She's alright, I guess." He never let anyone know what he was thinking, but he had already resolved that he would try to be as honest with his brother as possible. It was a difficult habit to break out of.

"Hmm. Well, I'm glad she seems to like you. I've never seen her look that way at anyone, except Asgore." He looked out the window. "Ah, we're here. Let me help you." Papyrus stepped out of the carriage, holding Sans's hand to support him as he stepped out of the carriage himself.

Sans looked up at the house in front of him, breathing out an exclamation in wonder. House was too insubstantial a term to call it. It was more like a mansion.

"C'mon." Papyrus motioned for Sans to follow, stepping into the threshold. Sans trailed cautiously after, gaping even more at the interior. It wasn't as richly furnished as the castle, but the house had a mature theme to it. A lot of the furniture was polished mahogany, with expensive leather couches in the living room. There seemed to be many hallways that presumably led to the deeper recesses of the house.

Sans snapped his attention away from his gawking, realising that the taller skeleton had begun to go down one of the hallways he had just been thinking about. He followed quickly after, almost running to keep up with Papyrus's long legs.

"This is where you'll be staying while you are with me." He opened the door to a room that was modestly furnished, with a twin bed and a desk. A door that presumably led to the closet was near the foot of the bed and an open door revealed a small bathroom.

"My room is just down the hall this way." Sans looked up to see that Papyrus was pointing down the hall to a door at the far end. "If you need me, I'll be in my study. Feel free to look around." And then he was gone.

Sans blinked, then sighed, looking at the empty doorway. He hoped that he would be able to get to know his brother better while he was here. He seemed to still be the kind, happy monster that he was as a toddler. But there was a lot that could change in 20 so years.

Sans peeked out the open doorway, looking down the path they had come. He padded down that way, entering back into the main living room. This house was fairly big. He wondered if Papyrus had a library, his eyelights lighting up at the thought.

He loved when his masters had a library in their home. Almost none of them ever did though, though it did happen more often the higher the rank they were. He would spend hours on end just scouring through as many books as he could.

After much wandering, he came across a set of double doors open to reveal the interior of a polished study. There were shelves behind the large desk that hosted a few books and a few random models of various scholarly attributes, most likely awarded to Papyrus during his time at school.

Papyrus sat at his desk, writing something down, a stack of papers at his elbow. He looked up when he sensed a presence watching him.

"Oh hello. Can I help you?" Sans paused, realising he was gawking at this picture of his brother writing things down like a literary scholar. "Oh, uh.. I was wondering if you had a library." The smaller skeleton mumbled, face dusting lilac in embarrassment at having been caught staring.

Papyrus grinned at the flushed figure hovering at his doorway. This courtesan was actually pretty cute, though he was surprised why a courtesan would want to know where a library was.

"As a matter of fact, I do have a library. Come with me." He beckoned Sans closer, then got up and started off into a different direction from the living quarters.

After a few twists and turns down the various hallways, they entered a large room filled from floor to ceiling with books. Papyrus delighted in watching the smaller skeleton's face light up in wonder. He was always happy to make others happy.

Papyrus watched as Sans began to explore around the library, running his fingers over the spines of the shelved books. This concubine really was different, wasn't he? Papyrus didn't even know that some of them were literate.

Smiling to himself, he turned to go back to his study, seeing that Sans was already lost in the wonders of so many books surrounding him. He would check on him later.