It was a terribly pleasant sort of evening. The very sort of evening that inclined one to dawdle- at least a little- Dorian so wandering along that path and through those manicured gardens with no real cause to hurry. Sebastian was out to see to his hunting, Charles and Elizabeth had taken Maxwell for his walk and with no one sure to be at home for at least an hour or so Dorian had persuaded his security team to allow him to walk home from that dinner with several local politicians so determined to have him support one cause or another. Despite that chill within the air the Monarch found himself decidedly warm, even at this late hour the gardens were busy with people and yet those jackets and scarves and hats made him difficult enough to recognise that most people simply did not. The Monarch afforded that anonymity he had all but craved in the wake of that wedding that was but weeks away. The world seeming so utterly fascinated by Sebastian and himself it was as if publication in the country suddenly seemed to have a photograph of them.

His hand reached easily into his pocket, plucking that phone from within, Sebastian's text so assuring him he would be home within that hour prompting that simper to his lips as his own fingers typed that response before returning the phone to his pocket and continuing down the path and toward that ice rink. Dorian turning to assure himself his security team still maintained that respectable distance he demanded off them before the Fae King paused at the side of that rink to watch those skaters. How lovely they looked! At least those ones whom so performed the sport well. The majority of those beings ranging from average to utterly hopeless as they skidded and stumbled about much akin to his own first efforts. Dorian so having required his fiance to hold his hand near that entire time. Sebastian possessing a near effortless grace by comparison.

His gaze continued to linger for several moments upon those skaters, a handful of children clinging to the wall nearby, that simper of amusement finding him as he watched them before turning quietly away from that rink. Dorian content to make his way back to that path and toward the gate of the park, the man getting no further than those nearby trees before he found himself simply....stopped. As if held by some invisible force, that clearly curiosity touching him then. The sudden sight of that little vampire he knew all too well stepping around from behind him near making his heart lurch within his chest. That affinity for invisibility readily reached for, Dorian so about to pull himself from her hold and flee when she promptly released him- only to grasp his hand and tug him with that vampiric strength back towards that rink with that assurance she 'wanted to skate'. The very last time he had spent any time with the woman had been a near disaster. She had near destroyed their home, Sebastian's favoured teapot had been broken, she had so threatened to kill Dorian himself and Sebastian had been distressed all evening. The pair so eventually having been forced to retire to bed and hide beneath those blankets like children in some effort to wipe that memory of Anna-Marie from their minds.

The sudden, rapid approach off his own security team saw his free hand lift to stop them. Attacking the girl would only result in the sort of spectacle he hardly needed here and now. Her death would bring no one any true pleasure even if, perhaps, a very small part of him so considered allowing it to happen before he cast such a thought aside in shame to have even thought it. He disliked her, rather intently and yet Sebastian was....connected to her in an obscure fashion. No part of the Monarch capable of bringing his lover but even an ounce off displeasure and yet too- he took some measure of comfort in that security lingering close all the same- even as he waved them away quite before Anna-Marie could notice them. Dorian allowing himself to be dragged to that ice rink. That anxiety still fluttering within his chest. He knew how fickle her moods could be. She might enjoy him now but what was to say she would find him equally good company in a half an hour? What was to stop her hurling him into a tree? The Monarch so assured to keep his voice decidedly calm then and his demeanor equally pleasant.

"Darling, while it is a pleasure to see you again I fear I am not a very good skater. Do you....know how to skate?"

If she did not then they were surely doomed to fail from the start, the both of them likely to be stumbling and falling about the place as he had done in England. Perhaps, if the girl could skate, even a little, he might so be able to merely put her on that ice and merely...watch her while he so texted Sebastian to come and fetch him. His gaze lifted away from the girl now to spy that small rental stand that so provided those skates. Dorian gesturing to it then.

"I think you quite need skates before you can skate. Shall i fetch them for you? Perhaps you can skate and I can...watch?"

Heavens but he hoped that would appease her.

Dorian Aragona