Dorian's gaze continued to linger upon the child beside him as she near expertly did up those skates. The Monarch himself staring near blankly towards his own for some moments. Perhaps he could simply imitate her and yet- she had done them up so quickly! Sebastian so always having assisted Dorian with his own. The Fae quite at a loss without his fiance and yet, he suspected, the young vampire would hardly take no for an answer or worse, believe his inability to do up those skates was falsified in an attempt to get out of that very activity. Dorian hardly inclined to go about enticing her irritation here and now. Rather, the Monarch merely begun to attempt to make some attempts to work out how best those boots went on. His gaze flicking to several other people beside them as if watching them might provide further guidance.

He had hardly anticipated the young vampire child to bring up that wedding, Sebastian having spoken to him some weeks ago about having to invite the child despite their best efforts to do quite the opposite. He could so hardly admit that he was hardly thrilled at the prospect of the girls company at their very wedding at yet too, he understood just why Sebastian had been prompted to invite her all the same. Dorian's own feelings upon the girl were decidedly....unusual in every sense. He hardly found himself fond of the child, indeed he found he held a certain amount of dislike in her all the same- if only for how she had acted upon their first meeting and too- that control she held over Sebastian that she used so inappropriately and yet- she was a child. For all her age she would never truly grow further in her mentality then she had already done. How could she? Could she, in turn, truly be blamed for how she behaved?

To a certain extent he was assured she could. Even a child of any older than six or so had an understanding of right and wrong even if those understandings remained basic. Her apparent enjoyment of hurting others perhaps what inclined the Monarch to dislike her the most and yet too- he was not unwilling to admit a ready disdain for that very possessiveness she seemed to desire over his own fiance. Dorian distinctly possessive of Sebastian in turn, even if he rarely allowed others to see that very jealousy he was capable off. A part of him, as ungracious as it was, distinctly unwilling to share the very man he was to marry. Anna-Marie's sudden insistence that he was her Sebastian too prompting no true answer from the Monarch at all. Dorian so hardly trusting himself to offer pleasantries in that moment.

The very idea of that dress, fortunately, seemed to distract the child readily. The young girl promptly declaring it to be a Princess dress of the very sort he was not allowed to see until that day itself. Dorian merely allowing both eyes to raise in some display of curiosity before that good-natured smile touched his features all the same. His head nodded politely then as he finished doing up those skates to the best of his ability (he was mostly sure they were right) before lifting himself to his feet.

"I am sure you will be a picture within it. I look forward to seeing it."

Old manners, it seemed, died hard. Even for those he did not openly like. For all the child ways the Monarch could hardly bring himself to be directly impolite to her all the same. At least not when she was being cordial in turn. In fact, he was rather sure she could be pleasant, if she tried. Such thoughts cast aside as he followed her out onto that dreadful ice. His feet near instantly threatening to slide out from underneath him as he hurriedly grabbed that side to cling too. Surely she would rather skate while he merely watched? He should only ruin her fun with his own inability. Dorian rather assured he would do little other than hamper the girl whom was, rather clearly, a very good skater. Her sudden announcement that he was 'doing it wrong' merely saw that silver gaze turn towards her as he struggled to get his balance. The Monarch unwilling to release the wall entirely, at least, not without someone far larger than a little girl to cling too.

The child reached out suddenly, pushing his legs together as he once more grabbed for that side. Dorian so failing to see in any sense how this assisted at all with his balance and yet- he hardly saw any need not to take that assistance from the girl all the same. Her little hands continued to poke and prod at him, attempting to have him stand in the position she deemed correct before abruptly commanding him not to move. Dorian near eyeing the girl warily. He was, in the very least, managing to stand without falling. The Fae pleased with this achievement alone before she proceeded to suddenly push him! That very action prompted a yelp of sorts from his lips. Dorian, by some small miracle, remaining rigid enough to keep his balance as he slid across that ice far faster then he deemed safe- the little girl giggling beside him.

"Oh goodness, I'm not falling but this is very fast, how do I stop? Oh, oh, look out, how does one turn!?"

Such a question was barely free off his lips before he near collided with that wall upon the opposite side of the ring, his skates hitting that brdering first, the impact jolt him backwards enough to unbalance him and send him tumbling to the ground in a heap- much to the utter delight of several other children nearby. Dorian having landed, rather harmlessly, upon his butt. That look of near bewilderment finding him then as he glanced about that rink for his minatue instructor.

"I did it for a little bit didn't I? Oh bother, how do I get up though? Im positively stuck now and this is very cold. Your quite good though aren't you?"

Dorian Aragona