Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

Packing was perhaps the first great challenge for the decidedly ancient Fae. In all his years of existence he had never once before been so required to pack for himself. Servants performed such tasks, Dorian merely inclined to arrive at whatever destination he had decided to visit with the expectation everything he needed would be provided to him. That he might be required to bring a portion of his belongings was of distinct newness to the man, so much so, that Samantha had been required to assist him in near every aspect of the process. It was fortunate perhaps, that Sebastian had so seen to a rather large portion of his wardrobe with the vampire's acquisition of several new outfits on his behalf, thus preventing any argument between the monarch and his roommate over just what outfits might be required for such a thing. Samantha, Dorian was sure, held no true talent for dressing for a situation at all despite her arguments otherwise. Sebastian however, had proven to be distinctly more suited to the task, those new clothes with which his lover presented him having delighted the Fae King entirely. Those tailored clothes a marvel to him- Dorian having spent a good portion of that evening within the wardrobe adding those new clothes to his packing before his companion had so determined they needed to leave.

Planes had so proven to be the next and perhaps significantly larger challenge then packing had ever proven to be, Sebastian's explanation of such a method of transport and the dutiful care in which the vampire had so shown him such vehicles well before they were due to board one had resulted in a distinct wealth of emotion within that ancient Fae. His original terror had been replaced by a distinct wariness and mistrust of such a thing, watching but one take off having rendered the man utterly awestruck before finally giving way to a need to understand just how such a thing flew when it had wings that did not flap and seemed- somehow, to merely launch itself upward. Sebastian's assurance that it would not fall out of the sky was met with little more than a dubious look, the vampire's knowledge on aeronautical science having proven to be decidedly insufficient to answer those questions the ever-curious King found within his mind. It was however that calm assurance in which Sebastian and any other being present so seemed completely unconcerned with boarding the plane that at last so coaxed Dorian into doing the same. Take off had proven to result in no small amount of stress for the man all the same, Dorian taking several hours to settle and finally allow that tension within his form to ease, such a thing surely assisted by is inability to see outside those darkened windows, the shades thoughtfully drawn as both a measure against the sun and indeed to prevent the Fae King from the distress of exactly how high they were.

How on earth they had left in the evening only to arrive in this 'Heathrow' during the day was utterly lost upon him, Dorian's concern for this bizarre change of days and times forgotten only in the wake of his concern for his lover. He had not, until this moment, believed it possible for Sebastian to be awake when that sun peeked above the horizon and yet it had quickly become apparent to the man just why this was so. The vampire distinctly struggling to keep himself awake against that press of the sun. Dorian entirely pleased with the accompaniment of Elizabeth and Charles if only for his fear Sebastian might fall asleep at any moment. The idea of paperwork and passports was yet another facet lost upon him entirely, Dorian entirely content to leave his lover to such business, he himself inclined to marvel at those moving walkways and the fascination that was the baggage carousel. How delightful it was to be so surrounded by those whose words were accented just as Sebastian's own! His assurance that he was hardly cold so seemed to fall upon deaf ears, Sebastian very near forcing him into that overly thick jacket, Dorain at last relenting to such a thing if only to appease the other man before allowing himself to be led to that car.

It was only once he was nestled within that heated, darkened space of the backseat of the car that his own exhaustion so seemed to press upon him. Cars were familiar to him now, the Monarch finally relaxing, his body utterly spent from the anxiety of that flight, the excitement of the airport and too- the time of day. After all, in all those months he had so spent at the side of his Boyfriend Consort, Dorian too, had become near entirely nocturnal. He was no longer used to being awake in those daylight hours, even on those nights he spent away from his lover, Samantha's own work assured she too was busiest after dark. Dorian thusly holding near no reason to be awake in the day in any sense. Sebastian leaning against him now so stirred a simper to his lips, features softening in response to even this small moment, his lips pressing in an entirely chaste and yet no less affectionate fashion against the top of his lovers head before the vampires murmur of London saw Dorian's own gaze turned to those windows once more. The sun beginning to set at last and yet that view of London at sunset was, perhaps, one of the grandest things he had ever seen.

"Oh my! It is simply exquisite, do you think we might- Bastian why is it white?"

He had, after all, never before seen snow, not in all his near-six hundred years of life. Though whether even Sebastian had considered this remained to be seen. The vampire so having failed to show him any pictures of London in the winter time and as such the man remained decidedly confused as to why London seemed to lack....colour. Was it supposed to be as such? Why did that white appear to cover the buildings and bridges and ground itself? Perhaps it was a plant of sorts? His wonderment of just this phenomenon is given to last several more blocks, had opening a window not to threatened the very life of his lover Dorian is assured he would have been inclined to do just that if only to better understand such a thing. The man at last resigning himself to wait until Belton for such a discovery before settling back against his consort once more. How quickly that tiredness pressed upon him now, Dorian it would seem, lacking Sebastian's own determination in this.

The Fae King falling asleep several times against his lovers shoulder in that remaining two hour drive. He managed, several times, to struggle back into wakefulness only to return to sleep but moments later. Indeed it was not until Elizabeth's voice rang out, stirring Sebastian and Dorian in turn that the man so found himself sitting upright once more, one hand attempting to fix his decidedly ruffled hair before that window began to lower, presenting him with that sight of snow laden streets, decorated houses and a plethora of Christmas lights the sort of which he had never seen, silver eyes widening immeasurably at this discovery. Ah, but how many questions he head! How such a mind as his own might tease him with a desire to explore just this! His clear excitement chasing away those remanets of sleep, at least for now, Dorian entirely unsure as to where he should look first. Even Sebastian himself was nearly forgotten in the wake of such marvels. Dorian too- becoming aware of that cold for the first time. Perhaps his lover had not been wrong in forcing that coat upon him.

They progressed further from that city however and further into that countryside before those walls and hedges appeared, Dorian eyeing that stone arch with a clear curiosity, this bizarre whiteness still a very much present before the car so moved to come to a stop at last before that towering for story building, surprise once more tainting the mans features as he observed it from within the car. It was far, far bigger then even Sebastian's home within the city they had flown from. The building was old and yet certainly not unkempt. Any further thoughts the man so had of that home were forgotten in the wake of Elizabeth abandoning all sense of duty and decorum to very near fly from the car and into the embrace of several of the people gather atop that top step, a small chuckle of amusement at the girls pleasure finding its way into his throat. Charles pausing only long enough to open the door before he too bounded up those stairs. How curious it was to see such a thing as this, Dorian so unused to....hugging, even between family members, such gestures were decidedly rare even when his own family were alive. It was simply not done and yet how pleasing it might be, in some sense, to have some show of affection from those you cared for in that sense. Sebastian's hand grasping his own distracting his thoughts from the obscurities of such a thing before allowing himself to be led from that car, silver gaze glancing hurriedly downward at the snow at his feet with some measure of suspicion- his hand tightening slightly in the vampires own if only for some fear he might somehow sink.

A man whom looked so very like Charles it could only be his Father was the first to approach them, drawing even Sebastian into an embrace, one eye lifting upward in clear astonishment at such a gesture. After all, for a servant to embrace his master was distinctly unheard off- this hugging once more entirely curious to the man and yet he hardly found himself entirely opposed to it- merely curious of such a thing. Sebastian and this man surely distinctly close for such a gesture to be permitted. Dorian momentarily unsure as to what might be an acceptable English greeting before the man's attention was placed upon himself. Ah, but it would seem Sebastian had spoken of him then, his lips pulling softly into a smile once more before he is afforded that bow- the others following suit but a moment later. This a gesture Dorian was far more used too, Dorian dipping his own head politely in return before stepping forward and towards the man, waiting for him to rise.

"Grazie. It is most kind of you to allow me to visit your home, this is for you."

It had been no small cause of distress for the man on just whom to present with such a token, after all it was Sebastian's home and yet it was clearly this man whom lived within it, Dorian entirely unsure as to whom such a gift should be presented to, after all, it was customary to afford his host something. The King so at last having settled upon the man before him, his hand extended to place that small dark velvet bag within the other man's hand- allowing him to examine that collection of Italian gold within. It held no value as currency today, even Dorian was aware of that and yet it is merely the custom of his own culture to so present his host with something of his own country and himself. Gold quite distinctly Dorian, this some of the last he had with him.