The King's Slave (the untouchables 1).

Chapter 1

Three men got out of the car and immediately composed their best countenance in the light of all the reflectors and knowing they were the target of the press.

They posed with a fake smile to all the cameras and adjusted their perfect suit of etiquette but not before giving themselves a look of comfort disguised as kindness.

The sound of a motorcycle broke into the place where a fourth person came down, alerting the safety of the men who stopped when they saw the subject take off his helmet and reveal his identity.

"I'm sorry for the delay," he said, standing next to the other three who looked at him with wide eyes and for a few seconds before recomposing the countenance.

The photographs were swift and soon turned to go to the entrance followed by all the staff.

"You can tell what the hell happened to your head," the brown-eyed man said to the newcomer with a smile and clenched his teeth.

"It was in the current fashion," said the aforementioned. Stop being so boring, you look like a grandfather.

"At least you should have come presentable," said the other, with blue eyes on him.

"If they are going to be with their scolding, I better go," he replied.

"At least you could keep your composure?" Said the third with a mock smile.

"Man, of course I could, there was more," he replied quickly. "The problem is that I don't want to. I don't give a damn about protocol, etiquette and so on, you know, I'm just a simple count".

The oldest of the four thought to speak but was interrupted by the voice of a woman.

"But look at those who are here," said the woman who might well be everyone's mother. "The Rockerfellers in person. Majesty, highnesses," he continued, bowing.

The woman's strange accent made them grimace but she had her eyes on the last of the boys, who ended up giving a wink to her brothers' disgust.

"Good evening," said the older man, watching the woman look at her brother and give him a wink.

Duncan Rockerfeller, the eldest of the four brothers and current monarch of his country looked at his brothers, all so different from each other, but aware of their place, at least almost everyone, except Archibaldo, the youngest of them, who went from scandal to scandal and that had just been presented at the opening of one of the most prestigious hotels that opened in the country dressed in boots, leather jacket, ripped jeans and gray hair.

Archie, as they called him since he was little he was just the rebel boy of the four and who cared little about being the current Marquis of Wescliff and Earl of Mutdick. The most problematic of the brothers and who was little interested in the opinion of others.

Duncan watched his younger brother flirt with the woman and approached discreetly to interrupt.

"We are not pleased to meet you," he said, looking at Winston, his second brother and current prince.

"That's right, I beg your pardon for our little chivalry and bad memory," said Rudolf, the last of the brothers and current Duke of Lomburg.

"Valery Riley," said the woman, extending her hand to the king, who simply took it but did not kiss her or her brothers. His highness, Archibaldo was my daughter's boyfriend.

A giggle came from Archie's lips that attracted the attention of his brothers.

"And your daughter is?" Asked Duncan.

"Denisse Riley," said the woman, seeing that no one recognized who her daughter was.  She la a prestigious lawyer from the country.

"Of course," said Winston. We would love to continue talking about your talented daughter but we have a protocol to follow, surely later we can continue with this refreshing conversation.