Once the sun rose, a knock was heard from the bedroom.
“Straight to the point,” ordered Anastasius in an aloof manner. He was back to his chamberlain.
“The lord has called for breakfast” The elder butler announced.
“You may leave,” replied Anastasius.
Usually, a noble would be attended by their maids to dress them up, however, for the prince, his wet nurse that has been with him since he was a toddler, was the only personnel allowed to enter his room.
“Young master, there isn’t need to be cold to the innocent,” she advised with her usual, elderly soft tone as she dressed the young lord with a blue royal jacket with golden embroidery adorned the rim of the long sleeves and a final touch of the family crest brooch. She has known the young prince and had taken care of him as if he was her own son.
Anastasius shook his head in return. “Hannah, it’s better to keep the image and play the role of what the people believe me to be. To suddenly change my attitude and treatment towards the people, it will arouse the people’s suspicion which may lead to unwanted rumours again,” the prince noted with disappointment and Hannah only nodded as a reply as she escorted him to the dining hall where the emporer awaited him.
Upon arrival, the prince’s pair of amber eyes scanned the room. A room that used to be bathed in heavenly pure white and mint green walls, now painted in dark brown. A natural wood colour that gave off a dark, gloomy feeling. He took a seat beside his father by the dining table and proceeded with the breakfast. Both father and son moved their utensils in a quietly manner and chewed their food in perfect silence. While focusing on their own meal, Landric would steal multiple glances at his emotionless son throughout the meal. This silent eating was a normal occurrence of their daily life and it reminded him of his young self when looking at Anastasius. He didn't want to repeat the same history to the present.
Dabbing their lips with napkins after the meal, their eyes finally met in this same old silence. This somewhat wavered the middle-aged father to part his lips to converse with his son, when a voice interrupted him, “Your Majesty, there are matters that need your immediate attention,” said Paul, the head butler.
A soft sigh escaped his father’s lips, raising his gloved hand to dismiss the owner of the voice. “Prepare the usual,” commanded the lord. His sharp eyes gave a last look at his teen child before retiring from the dining hall.
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