The Machine Apocalypse; When all Realms Collapse

"Your royal clothes have been finished."

"Finished? Shouldn't something like that be passed on from king to king?"

"Yes of course it should be like that. But you're the first King of Synthrexia so we haven't made any until now."

"Then let go and see the tailor and his masterpiece."

"The tailor stands right here, your majesty."

"You made it?!"

"Yes, your majesty."

"You can make clothes?"

"Yes, your majesty."

Her emotionless voice and repeating sentence made it really hard to keep talking to her. But as King I couldn't show any weakness to my servants!

"Then let us see your masterpiece. And you better hope it's something that suits me if not--"

"I'm sure it will. Your majesty.", she said as she interrupted me. But this time her voice sounded kinda threatening, and made my engine skip a thrust.

"W-We will see..."

With that I followed Astarte outside.

"What can you do else?"

"I can do anything you want me to do, your majesty."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Literally?"

"Literally."

"Can you cook?"

"Yes?"

"Then I believe you."

"Thank you."

Her face showed joy but her eyes held no emotion at all which made me question her ability to feel any emotions at all.

But then I had an idea.

"I need you to do something."

"What do you need? Your majesty."

"I want you to smile. But I want to see you true smile."

"True smile?"

"Yes. Show it to me, and me alone."

"As you wish."

We stopped walking and Astarte turned around and looked at me. Her face was like usual empty of any emotion but then for just one second her face shined with emotion. Joy and pure happiness radiated from her face. Her smile was the most beautiful smile I ever saw.

It then happened, that she raised her hands and grabbed my face.

I didn't know what to do or what she intended to do but I just followed my instinct like I did with Morrigan.

"Your majesty. What are you doing?"

"Hm?! Oh... Ehm... Well... Nothing. What are you doing? Who allowed you to touch me?", I quickly escaped back into my position as king and seized the power over the moment to calm down.

Her hands were still on my face and she still smiled as she asked me, "Can I stop now? Smiling like that hurts."

"Ah! Yes of course you can stop."

Her face instantly fell back to her usual form and she led go of me.

Seems like she doesn't smile often.

We then arrived at the room and she opened the door for me. Where I, once inside, saw the clothes, she prepared for me.

It was a silver robe with a hood and long, wide, black pants coupled with black long gloves to the shoulders with golden veins traveling it up and down the pants to the silver boots.