Preston sat on his bed, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. {Why do I have to marry her, of all people? Why not some shy, rich girl who doesn't care if she marries me or not? I mean, I get it, I'm a disgrace to the family name, being male and all. But why do I have to marry this girl? It makes no sense.}
One of Preston's 'slaves' came into the room. This one, a maid named Rosa, actually cared about Preston, and treated him like her son when his parents wouldn't. "Hard day, love?" She asked, her British accent prominent. "Yah, I'm being moved to some private school with Angela." He grumbled. "I don't even like this girl. Why do I have to marry her anyways?"
Rosa just smiled. "Because it's good for you, darling. You've never been close to a girl before. It's a good step as a man." "Yeah, but marrying her when I'm 16? It makes no sense." "Some things don't. I would just trust your parents to make the right choice." "They started making bad choices when they walked into the bedroom before having me." His voice was bitter and acidic.