DPOV

"Sir I think you should slow down." My manservant Stan yelled as he gripped the sides of his seat as I sped down the street.

"Come now Stan, I am the prince of Russia. I can do anything I want."

"Wait until your mother finds out. Then you won't be so confident."

"You need not concern my mother with all of this. She already has a lot to deal with."

I continued to drive faster until I saw the gates to my house. Well Castle really. I have lived here all my life and I still find it beautiful. You'd think I would be use to it now, not just the castle, but my whole life. Sadly I'm not. I rather enjoy all the female company I get and even though it pains my mother that I have not found a suitable wife, I don't intend on changing my lifestyle any time soon.

As soon as the door is opened for me three of the hottest maids swarm me. Until my three sisters clear their throats and they disperse.

"Dimka mother is waiting for you" Karolina said.

"You should hurry, she was mad..." Sonya says timidly.

"Dimka, when you're done will you play with me." My younger sister Vika was really into football.

"Sure as soon as I'm done."

"Dimitri I am so disappointed in you. What have I done to you to deserve this?" My mother was near tears as she showed me the numerous newspapers with me kissing multiple girls.

"And this. Kissing three, four girls at the same time is just gross Dimka. Have you no respect for yourself? For your family? I know you haven't had a father figure in your life since you were three, but I thought I raised a better son."

"Ma you've done a wonderful job. Taking over not only Russia, but four kids. Don't say you haven't done a good job. I'm sorry Ma."

Taking my face in her hands, "I'm sending you away for a while. To lay low and let these tabloids die down. Suitors are coming for your sisters and I don't need them to make assumptions based on your actions."

"I understand."

"Я тебя люблю"

"I love you too." I bowed and swiftly walked out of the room.

"Sir the plane has arrived." Stan shakes me awake and I slowly start to gather my things for my shower. I am 19 and I'm being sent away by my mother. I royally fucked this one up. I don't want to go, not when foreign men are coming to meet my sisters. Who is going to protect them? Stop them form being courted for all the wrong reasons? Normally I would entrust Stan with this, but mother said he was to accompany me to the states. I don't even know where I'm going. How am I suppose to pack for this? I don't know if it'll be hot or cold? Or infested with thieves that would steal my customized suits? Should I even wear suits? Oh god I'm sounding like a girl. I opened my closet grabbed a handful of fabric and threw it on the bed for the maids to pack.

I was eating breakfast when Stan walked in," Sir, you are not packed?"

"I left it for the maids."

"Your mother has specified that she wants you to start doing everything on your own since that how it will be in the States."

It took me an hour to figure out how to fit everything into my suitcases and then we finally took off.

"Stan, now that we're in the air and there's not possible escape could you please tell me where we're going?"

"Well, I'm not suppose to."

"Stan! As my friend I would appreciate you telling me what I'm walking into."

"Do you know where Lehigh is?"

"I'm going to Montana?"

"Quite possibly"

"That state is so boring1"

"That's the point."