Amano does not show the slightest sign of disappointment when he gets no reaction from the demon, instead smiling a little wider and scooting carefully over so he can grab his breakfast tray. Moving over to his desk he sets it down next to the newly organized papers, the sight of which make his stomach turn. He feels the gnawing doubt once more coming at him in waves and a part of him laments that Illiendi refused to play along with his little trickery. [i]'He could of at least looked disappointed, then at least I could have had some other thing to worry about. It would have split my worry. Now all I can do is think about trying to deal with father. . .'[/i] He lets out a long sigh, biting his lip as his hand comes up to caress his brand.

[i]'I can do this, I will do this, and I must get that through my head and get my thoughts together before I face him, or else this whole plan is going to have a very messed up beginning!'[/i] His fingers slide over the mark, taking strength once more in the knowledge that Illiendi will be with him, he will have back-up, and with a final calming breath he looks to the demon with a smile. “I shall eat and look over the notes once more, then I will be down. Thank you Illiendi.” With a light nod he dismisses the demon and takes a seat at his desk. He is careful not to get any of his breakfast on the papers, reading and eating at the same time with surprising ease. It does not take him long to finish with both, and not knowing what else to do with it, Amano scoops up his plate and begins heading down to the dinning hall.

As he passes the hallway leading to where his eldest brother and his wife stay he comes to a stop, spotting his sister-in-law peeking around the corner, her gaze locked on the door to the dining hall. The woman is slight, and beautiful, barely into her child baring years. A fine catch by any measure. However Amano knows she is not the type his brother likes all that much, having married her at their father's insistence rather than out of any personal want for the young woman. [i]'Poor Liddia. . .Curzon does not deserve such a nice girl. . .'[/i] Thought hey have spoken little, Amano recalls knowing her in his younger days, having defended her from various mischief makers and pickpockets around town, as he would do often for many of the girls and boys in town, and when they did speak she always spoke to him kindly.

Eventually she feels his eyes on her and she snaps around to look at him. He smiles at her warmly and she smiles shyly back. He is about to ask what she's up to when he figure it out on his own. He cringes at the loud bellowing laughter coming from the dinning hall and watches with a faint sadness as Liddia retreats down the hall back to her and Curzon's bedchambers. He lets out a long sigh as another bellowing laugh comes from the far side of the main hall. [i]'Looks like father made a good deal or some such. He is never this happy unless this be the case. Well, that serves me just fine. With him in such a good mood, it should make him easier to deal with'[/i] With renewed energy he makes his way over to the door leading to his destination.

Just as he reaches it a servant comes running up from behind. Without a word he hands off the tray, not wanting his father to see him carrying it around like a servant himself, and opens the door politely for the servant to enter first. The youth gives a slight bow and Amano recognizes him as the newest kitchen staff, training in to help out when their oldest cook gets fired in a few months. While Amano feels for the old man, and he himself would never fire someone for getting too old, the young noble will not miss this bits of eggshell in the omelets that send his father into a rage when he crunches into one. The old man has trouble with his hands from a life of labor and the little white flecks evade his notice far too often. With a calming breath Amano walks in and closes the door quietly behind him.