KING AT 'THEIR' COST.

The hall suddenly became pin-drop quiet, the three men seated round the huge table gazed steadily at the fourth, one of them started to laugh...his was one of utter mockery and a tad of humored disbelief, he arrogantly ran his hands through his grey hair as he riddled in pure mischief, the fourth grinned "Does it humour you that much?" he asked simply, the other two gazed on at him, the first sighed heavily "Arthur...are you absolutely certain you are prepared to include yourself in this?" his cedar tinted pupils gleamed in concern, the fourth pondered, his eyes averted to the huge throne that was placed on an uplifted layer of ground, he smirked "Yes...frankly, I think I'm better for the throne than any of you here..." he paused and turning to squarely face the third who had seized to laugh, smiled "I sure as hell know I'm better than you Pinerock", the third responsively fumed in fury, "Now... I'll leave all the boring deliberations to the lot of you...I need to have a nap..." the Fourth stood up and bowing politely, exited the room, after the fourth exeunt, the second turned to the first whilst adjusting his gold rimmed glass frames elegantly "For some reason...his participation frightens me... what do you think Gullivan?" the first shrugged "Not so for me, I'm only frightened for his sake..." Pinerock, the third, stood up "Your fears brother, are allocated properly...I may just accidentally murder him during the gauntlet..." he smirked "If he makes it till then", just outside, the fourth prince, Prince Arthur-Therease, who previously eavesdroppingly leaned on the door withdrew as he chuckled silently "I wonder myself...if I'll survive..."