Midas sat on his throne. His cheek pressed to his slender hand. Clicking his tongue in boredom. He missed his sassy brat. He wanted them back but noooo... They have to be taking forever to get ready for himself.

He could honestly care less about what you look like. He just wants you again. "Where are they?" He asked one of his servants. Obviously referring to you. His "wife". Man or woman... He doesn't care. They're the queen under him.

"How am I supposed to rule without their sweet voice to praise me... Calling me a good boy." He'd pout, Rolling his eyes as he'd bite his inner cheek. Before he sat up. Closing his eyes and let out a very loud groan in annoyance. It echoes out through his palace.

"... I miss Wife... I'll be back." He got up, Heading to your quarters. Banging his fist on the door and whines more. "Come out! I need you! Please! I so lonely and sad! Please!" He'd yell out louder.