It had been god knows how long since Midas locked you in his estate in fear that you'd leave him after he accidentally turned a part of your arm gold, even though the room you were in was nice and Midas still fed you gourmet food—a Golden Cage was still a cage after all.

Midas sighed, he knocked softly on the door to your room, hoping that you'd respond—even if you didn't, he'd still come in anyway.

"My love...are you okay, will you speak to me please..." he spoke, his voice gentle.