rebelion

I - A sweet welcom (version I)

It has been raining for a week now, the city is very gray and the children miss their home, the traveler took the children and reported the death of the coachman, when they asked him about his information the traveler turned pale when he realized that he never  They asked his name, they only ordered him to take them to the capital without giving explanations.

The little boy did not see what happened because of the mud in his eyes, but the big boy if he saw it, he had seen it all.

— Father, how are we going to pay your family for the trip? — asked the little boy — or are we not going to pay them?

- We cannot pay them, there is no price that can be paid for a free man — said the traveler directing his gaze towards his eldest son.

The big boy had no expression on his face, he looked dull, as if he had no soul.

— Let's go.

Children of a wealthy family, the brothers were born in the province of Margarita, children of the noble Filipe II who traveled from Cádiz with his wife to live in America and represent Spain, on behalf of the crown.

They arrived at the capital by order of the king, because he wanted someone trustworthy to put an iron hand in the provinces of the empire.

— More fish are caught with honey than with vinegar — quoted a commoner who saw the Spanish noble pass by.

He looked at him with contempt and closed the curtain of the carriage in anger at him.

— Children, do you know why we are here? — the noble Filipe asked his children from the shadows without looking at them.

The little boy didn't even listen to his father, he was appreciating the city while he smiled.

— I have my assumptions, but tell me the reason, father — said the big boy, grabbing his brother by his jacket so that he would pay attention to his father.

— Well, it turns out that the King has given me the duty to give a fresher authority to this horrible city — he said in a strong tone of voice without even letting his eldest son finish speaking — and I will not spoil this opportunity to  show them who commands those without shame, right?

— Yes, father — said the two children, looking at the floor of the carriage.

— My lord, we have arrived.

The children let his father down first, who did not deign to wait for them, he yelled at one of the waiting maids to take his luggage, that he was going to sleep before his meeting with the generals.

The children got out and saw the maid, who was looking disgustedly at the noble Filipe, who looked at the little children bowed.

— Good afternoon miss, my name is Marco and he is my brother Nicolau — the big boy said to the maid, grabbing her brother by his hand.

— Hello — said little Nico, raising his head and waving to the maid.

The maid smiled as she leaned in with her eyes closed.

— Good afternoon, master Marco, master Nicolau, welcome to your new home — she told the little brothers — please follow me to show you your bedrooms.

The noble Filipe arrived and slapped the servant who threw him to the ground.

— Don't you dare speak to my children without kneeling, you damn black! And don't even think about choosing anything without my permission! — the nobleman shouted to the maid, while the other butlers and servants ignored the event while loading the luggage — is it clear?

The maid from the mud clutching her face as if she had seen a dead man, she moved to the front of the nobleman and kneels.

— Yes, my lord — she said with a trembling voice as the nobleman stepped on her head against the mud.

The noble Filipe left and went into the largest room, on the highest floor of the mansion.

Nico ran off to explore the mansion and left his brother behind.

— I'm sorry, it's always been like that with everyone — Marco said holding the back of his neck, looking towards the mansion.

The maid was still kneeling in front of marco.

— Excuse me, master Marco, I completely disrespected you — the maid cried while she smiled, looking at the mud.

Marco entered the mansion and found his father, assigned him a room, next to his brother's, one floor lower than his, and locked the door to his new room.

— Don't you disrespect the family name, did you hear? If you're going to talk to a black he has to kneels before you! — said the nobleman, while Marco looked at the rain through the window.

— Understood father.