Mother and Father- Chapter Two- Unedited
Warnings: light mention of religion, light mention of violence
Word Count: 3018
A/N: The first part of this story will be in nine different points of view, so it's going to be really long and was really difficult to write.
Roberto Medici POV
My internal clock shook me from my slumber, my body could feel when we needed to awake. It was particularly due to the fact that for the past 25 years I have been waking up at 4 in the morning. Some mornings of course were more difficult than others, especially with the cold air and the warmth of my bed. I could hear heavy breathing to my left, I had become so in tune with my wife that I could tell by her breathing patterns if she was having a nightmare, a dream or just sleeping. There my wife lay, her beautiful golden hair was castes like a curtain and she seemed at peace, judging by her shallow breaths I deemed her in the middle of a dream.
As rich as a men that I am, no greater treasure could came to me than my family. My lineage was strong and my great great great grandchildren's would be as well. Knowing that I had no time to waste, I laid a single kiss on my wife's cheek and slipped out of the bed. Crossing the room in mere seconds I rang the maids bell, waiting a few minutes for them to arrive.
I quickly bathe and then prepare for them to dress me, I wear similar outfits most days: long sleeves, dark colors and thick fur coats. I am a man of habit, I hardly enjoy change unless it is to my benefit. I control everything, it keeps my mind at ease. When I was young my father had taught me, to not let my life get out of control, how could I rule Italy if I could not rule myself. It was the same lessons I had taught to my son, Antonio, and had tried to instill in all of my children.
I exited my bed chambers and entered the dark barley lit hall ways, as I walked past each child's room, I examined their sleeping forms: checking that they were at peace and safe. Only very few maids were around, most of the asleep. At this hour even the sun was asleep, but as Medici, I had no time to rest.
I walked the familiar route before coming to a set of mahogany French doors, as I pushed them open the view of my office was revealed. Elizabeth had begged me to decorate it, and even though I was a cruel man, I could not find it in me to say no to my wife. My steaming morning tea was already on my desk as well as my paper work for the day. The pile of papers gave me a headache to think about but being a powerful man came with sacrifices.
2 hours later
One of the maids had entered the room alerting me that my brother had arrived for our daily morning meetings. I quickly thanked her but not before sending her to awake my son. This business would soon be Antonio's and he had to be involved and learn how to construct himself.
My brother arrived a little before my son, timeliness would be the down fall of Antonio he cared too much about his looks. They preceded with their morning meeting. The meetings were always the same: discuss new business deals, potential threats, the wellbeing of the house and land, the staff, the children's learning, the money, towns people, the popes actions, the kings action and power.
Near the ending of our meeting my brother brought up the fact of our fathers ailing health conditions. As an Italian, family was of the utmost importance and I was naturally worried, the slight fear crept up. Pacing back and forth my eyes were closed and I pinched the bridge of my nose. My brother spoke in low hushed tones, we did not won't the young to over hear for they would surely worry. I opened my eyes to see Antonio mouthing the words help to Cassia, who stood outside the door laughing and sticking her tongue out. Catching my eye she quickly sent me a smile and ran off.
