The Washed Out Prince

Breakfast

Nomu was awoken by the sound of his human maid ripping open his curtains, he rubbed his primrose pink eyes and sighed; pulling the pillow to cover over his face. His medium length hair in a knotted mess.

"Master, its time you woke up now. You'll miss breakfast." She said sternly. She had practically been his mother and had no patience for Nomu's laziness. She was perhaps the only human to have any meaning in Nomu's eyes, of course he would never show it.

"Ngh.." Nomu kicked off his sheets and let out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms out like a cat does after a long nap. He waited for his maid to come a dress him and brush his hair, he'd never had to take care of himself and yet he was never very appreciative.

"Hurry up woman, or I'll have you replaced." His innocent childlike face was nothing like his cold and desensitized personality. She hurried over and dressed him and combed his beautiful white hair as she did every morning. He pushed her to the side, almost knocking her off her feet and adjusted his sleeves and collar to his liking. 

She quickly composed herself and rushed to the bedroom door, opening it for her master to walk through. Nomu crossed the threshold and began making his way down the hall, the other servants all standing straight against the wall bowing their heads as he passed. They then returned to their usual duties of tidying the large 42 bedroom manor.

He approached the dining room, the door was already open for him and he walked inside with his usual cocky attitude. He saw his eldest brother Cyneric sitting reading documents as he ate his breakfast, he was the polar opposite of nomu; it was almost questionable that they were even related. His brother glanced up at him, his piercing grey eyes looked tired and uninterested in him as he looked back down at his documents. Nomu sat at the long table, he made sure to leave at least 5 seats between him and his brother; when he was a child he had sat next to his brother and distracted him from his studies and his father was not impressed. 

Nomu sat and waited for his family to make their way into the dining room. He could hear the faint sounds of his older sisters ridiculously high shoes against the floor, slowly coming closer. He let out a sigh and tried to melt away into the furniture, he was far too tired to listen to her complaining this early in the morning. As he thought this she storms into the room, over dressed as usual..

"Here it comes.." Nomu muttered under his breath as he slammed his head down against the table.

"Cyneric, talk to father for me" she stood across the table from him with her hands on her hips, he quietly sipped at his coffee; paying no mind to her tantrum. His long dark red hair, partially tied up to avoid it getting in his eyes as he tried to read through the stack of papers.

"Cyneric! I know you hear me. I refuse to marry some human prince whom I have never met! He is unworthy of a beautiful princess such as I! Father will listen to you if you ask, so ask him to call off the marriage." She demanded in her usual stuck up whiny tone.

Cyneric placed his cup down onto the saucer and glared at her, pushing his chair out as he stood up; about to leave the room without replying. He reached the doorway and turned to her with his usual emotionless expression. "You're a princess, all you're good for is political marriages. So shut up and do as you're told." He left the room, carrying his stack of papers under his arm; probably to find somewhere quiet to work.

She let out a defeated sigh and slumped down into the chair, she glanced over at Nomu who still had his face plastered to the table. "Whats wrong with you?" She didn't really care but it was better than thinking about her imminent marriage to a peasant prince. 

Nomu looked up at her harshly, his eyes narrowed. He smirked at her "I was just looking at the table, I mean I had a feeling you'd be wearing something vulgar as per usual but you've really outdone yourself today, Anahi." He then returned his head to the table, peeking at her shocked and annoyed expression through his folded arms. He let out a quiet laugh.