Aristocracy: Unexpected

My name is Ian Drake. I come from a long line of Italian aristocrats. My whole family has the same tanned skin, dark black short black hair that falls in our eyes most of the time, and piercing green eyes. I am 18 years old and home schooled. I’m about 6’1 and very muscular and toned. I, my father, and my brother Nathan are the last males in our linage. My brother and I want for nothing, we have everything and we show it with confidence. I hate to say this, but we are spoiled, conceited, and at sometimes cruel. I mean come on…wouldn’t you be if you were a young man that has everything? My family and I live in Italy in our mansion, but my father has a special thing for castles, so he bought a castle off the coast of Ireland where there are no people around for miles. This is where we mostly stay because it’s peaceful and no one knows what we do, which is how my father and mother like it. The reason for this and the reason why I am writing this story is for disturbing news that my family would not like to get out. Every year, when we travel to our castle in Ireland, mother likes to buy slaves for everything that needs to be done in the castle. The reason for this is because anyone paid and not bought would likely run their mouths about our family…and if you were a slave that was bought and paid for by my father’s money, then he owned you and had the right to do anything he wanted to you for disobeying him, even death, which has happened before. Sometimes I think my father likes when the slaves slip up just so he could torture them. A new slave is brought in a couple of days after we get settled in quite nicely. This is where the story begins.

“Ian, mother wants us downstairs when they bring in the new slave so it can be acquainted with us.”

I turn to look at my brother, “Yes, I know already. It’s been the same since we were children Nate, and yet you still tell me every time.”

“I was just trying to be helpful Ian; do you always have to be such a dick?” and with that he turned out my doorway and stormed down the long hallway to the main staircase that went down to the front parlor. I am older than Nathan by two years, even though he tries to act like my big brother most of the time. In a way he does seem older, but mostly because of his demeanor and his attitude towards life. Nate does not believe in anything but studying and reading poetry. I do those things also, but I live for today and I love to find the adventure in everything. We are alike, but at most times different. I walk out my room and follow the path that Nate took not but two minutes ago.

My mother starts talking as soon as I reach the top of the grand staircase, “Ah, there’s my boy. Come stand next to Nate sweetheart so we can be presentable and let her in.”

I’m shocked for a moment, “it’s a girl mother?”

“Well yes sweetheart, I wanted to try something different this time because everyone else never worked out.”

I don’t say anything because what I say would not be too nice. This girl is going to get pure hell here because of my father and mother. My father will do nothing but flirt with her because she will be the only other female around for miles, and my mother will beat the hell out of her because of my father.