"You called for me." The Prince walked into the room where his father was busy entertaining some guests.
He knew most of them, so after greeting each one. He waited for his father to tell him what he needed from him. But he signaled for him to wait until he finished.
He proceeded to the kitchen to get something to eat instead. It was almost lunch anyway. He barely had breakfast earlier with his busy morning.
"Can you make me a sandwich and a cold fruit juice?" He asked one of the help who was busy preparing the meal, probably for his father and the guests.
The cook smiled at him and quickly did what she was told. He barely came home in this house, so he never knew the people around. It did not help that his father was very picky.
He kept changing his people like he changed his clothes. One wrong move, and then that person would be out of here. He always said that he had no time for incompetent people.
