`No,` said the Fourth seat finally, her voice a soft deadly whisper that sealed Midas' fate with her. She moved to stand closer to Midas, her back pressing gently against him, a silent declaration of possession. `Not even for that.`
The Beast chuckled, low and menacing as it walked away, retreating after the huge loss of face it had just had. The Fourth Seat soon stepped away from Midas, smiling as she looked him up and down as if she had just received a bargain. Midas on the other hand was dreading his future.
He could feel it. They both were hiding something. What were they truly after?
As everyone started leaving, Midas and the Fourth Seat's other people were the only ones left at the arena, awaiting the departure of their lady. The Fourth Seat waited until every other influential figure all left before she started speaking.
