Third Person POV
It was true the Medici family was quit large, and Robert Medici was known to have the largest family, aside for cousin Harold who had 19 children (although they did not count cousin Harold because he had brought shame to the Medici by marrying an enemy family). Although Robert had many children, they were all very different, both in looks and in personality.
Antonio's POV
I am a Medici so there are three things I love: God, Money and Family, in that order. Although the mistress that I often cheated on money with was sleep, my love. It allowed me to escape every single struggle I have ever had, it allows me to float somewhere in my brain and I enjoyed that, I enjoyed the bliss of sleep. The way the cold air was cut off by my warm blankets, I loved the way my bed held me. I had plain black sheets but I had this one blanket, my younger sister use to call it Fluffy, it was a soft fur blanket that I always found my self wrapped up in.
So it was no surprise that I was slightly peeved by being awaken up from my slumber, especially when I was having such a pleasant dream. I could hear the maid saying my name a few times and I could feel her shaking my body, but all I wanted to do was sleep. However I knew that if I did not wake up now my father would surely put me through hell, so I threw myself awake. My father always said the only way to get past difficult things are to throw yourself head first. That's the way he taught all of us boys how to swim, he through us straight off the pier. That was the Medici way, do or die. You have to adapt, perfect and conquer, if not this world will tear you apart.
It is not unusual that a member of the Medici family sacrifices the hearts desire for the good of the line. Take my aunt Claudia for example, she sacrificed her one true love, sacrificed her children, killed her mother, all for the crown. So was it too much to ask that I get up at an ungodly hour to make my family happy and play the role I was assigned? Never. Medici's are not easily fought and we are never beaten.
Dragging my body up right, the warmth of my feet meet the chill of the hand painted tiles that decorated my floor. Waving the maid away she slipped out of my room rushing to get her chores done. Walking over to my chamber I thumbed through all my clothes before making the smartest choice, a safe blue tunic and dark pants. Trekking into my bath, I took the time to do my hair, combing it over and making sure it was clean. Pulled on blue house boots and pairing it with my dark jacket. I knew I was running late but I had to say my morning prayer. The only thing that scared me more than my fathers wrath, God's, and he was the provider of our family and all our riches.
Pulling back my balcony doors, I stepped out and quickly got on my knees, rushing through my morning prayer. As soon as I was done, I quickly got to my feet and set myself in a fast pace to my fathers office. Walking quickly through the hallways and down the large staircase, I could see through my fathers office doors, my Uncle sat in one of the other chairs, nursing a cup of tea.
As soon as I step a foot in the office, My fathers eyes focused on me, I knew we would be taking about this later. His eyes hardened, almost as if he was throwing a dagger right at me, all with his eyes. Punctuality was a must, both in society and the family, being late was a personal offense to my father. Sending me a quick head shake, I took my seat as a morning maid poured me a breakfast tea. He began our daily morning meetings, saying a quick blessing to God. 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. I had started attending these meeting when I became a man, the tender age of twelve, my father had begun to start my training so that I could take over the business.
Near the ending of the meeting, I noticed some movements in the corner of my eye. Cassia was walking in front of the door pulling funny faces. I send her a small smile and mouthed the words "help me" she stuck her tongue out and then hurried off, a mess of skirts and long hair flying away.
