It started out when you had offered to help repair his mech after that rebellion came along - "Bloxxers", they'd called themselves. Being an ally to the King was no easy feat at first, his condescending orders being a bit of a nuisance, until you'd simply helped him with that giant metal suit he was so obsessed with.

Now he hasn't left you alone for a second. After he'd dealt with tens of these rogues a day, he always came back to talk to you. Usually it was gloating over his victory, but sometimes about his mech. He seemed to take a strange fixation on engineering, and in his strong words, you were the only one who "understood him properly".

It was a day off. Strangely, there was no sign from the King, despite his normal rambles, so, you decided to make your way and check on the Rocket Arena.

There, he sat on the ground, beside his beloved machine, with a small box. Upon closer inspection, he had paused from his activity of building a miniscule version of his Mech with a pack of Legos. Looking up at you, he didn't seem the most confident all of the sudden, especially with being snuck up on.

" .. Er. Hello. "