His lips curved up into probably the largest smile he'd had since his childhood as she settled in in his pocket. With that, he made hast for the kitchen, his smile quickly fading as he passed by the first maid he laid eyes on. She stopped and bowed deeply as he passed. His face turned into a scowl as he remembered. He was a prince and that meant that many, many people would be kind to him simply because of that title. He knew it was childish to even care about something so minor, but it honestly bothered him that very few people, even his little sister, saw the Yato behind the Prince. It was like no one ever looked past the 'Prince" bit of his name when reading or talking to him. The Yato part of his name didn't matter. 2nd Prince was all that mattered.

As he walked, he noticed the rose red fabric on the floor to his right and followed the trail up to his mother's face. She held a soft smile there as she spoke to one of the older officials, her arm wrapped around his. Yato stopped as the paired walk past, his expression blank. The Queen's jet black hair was pulled up into an intricate bun and her dressed was accented with deep rose reds, a large black lace jeweled necklace around neck. When she was long gone, Yato picked up again, walking along the corridor to the kitchen, trying not to think too much on his ailing father and cheating power hungry mother. 

[color=silver]"Morning."[/color] He called out curtly, as the maids all turned to look at him, gasping with wide eyes. The oldest one, after a moment, stepped forward. 

[color=gray]"Your Highness."[/color] She greeted him, bowing deeply. As she did, the rest of the maids and cooks followed. After she rose again, she continued, [color=gray]"How may we help you?"[/color]

[color=silver]"Get out. All of you, get out."[/color] He told him, his expression still blank. The older woman's eyes went wide but soon settled. She'd been here the longest. 

[color=gray]"I'm afraid that would be unwise, Prince. We need to prepare the meal for the Queen's guests."[/color] She told him.

[color=silver]"How many of them are there?"[/color] He asked, already tired of the conversation.

[color=gray]"Five, Your Highness."[/color] She replied.

[color=silver]"What you have will suit them just fine. Take it and get out."[/color] He told her, and began moving into the room.

[color=gray]"Your Hi-"[/color] She began.

[color=silver]"GET OUT!"[/color] Yato shouted, turning to glare at the woman, obviously irritated at everything that had happened that morning already. The woman flinched and moments later was shooing everyone out of the kitchen with what they'd prepared previously. It wasn't like his mother would get onto him for this anyway. He'd probably hear some lecture by a butler later on, probably Greg. He was the only one that wouldn't take Yato's crap.