Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

That pleasure that so seemed to afflict his companion was undeniable, even despite that tiredness that surely weighed upon them both. To see the vampire truly excited was a rare thing indeed. Sebastian rarely giving way to those boyish grins of delight and almost playful glee and yet even the mere sight of his home so seemed to bring about his lovers undeniable enjoyment. Dorian in turn, taking pleasure from merely that alone. If such a place was so important to the vampire then he, in turn, was willing to embrace it in it's entirety. The home with which he was so presented at last far different then what he had truly been anticipating. It was large, grand, those gardens equally as expansive even buried beneath that white rain Sebastian so referred to as snow. It was both charming in one sense and yet majestic in another. Even Dorian, with all his palaces and grand halls and endless forests and gardens found pleasure in this aged estate so steeped in history. Even if Sebastian's 'history' was but two hundred years or so in comparison to the true age of the home. Such excitement on the part f his companion was almost palpable, Dorian unable to prevent himself becoming but even slightly caught up within such a thing, the Fae King so finding himself anticipating just what he might see of this home and this country he had never before visited. How his advisors would faint from shock were they to know he was within another country so unguarded and so unknown to those within it beyond a select few and yet- how pleasing it was in turn.

He allows himself to be lead easily from the car, that snow eyed with caution still, the ever-observant man hardly having failed to note that it seemed entirely possible to sink even if only slightly within that white powdery substance. The Monarch distinctly unsure as to how far he might sink and as such he grips his lovers hand all the tighter, aware of the man returning such a gesture before his own attention returns to that small party of people and the most curious of exchanges. It was fascinating to him, truly, to see such....affection afforded between the party. This Giles greeting Sebastian almost as if it were his own son in some manner before the Englishman's attention turned to himself, Dorian stepping briefly from Sebastian's side in the wake of the bow he was afforded by each being there only to present Giles with that token of his own appreciation for so hosting him here. It would be, after all, distinctly improper not to afford his hosts with a gift of his own country. Dorian entirely unaware that such a tradition may be lost upon the English and yet the manservant hardly seemed to flinch, so accepting that gift with ease and stirring the faintest of smiles to his features before he moved to step back to Sebastian's side once more.

A sudden shout sees his own silver eyes flicker hurriedly to a woman whom had just made her appearance, Sebastian stepping forward to embrace her too with a clear affection. Dorian, this time, utterly incapable of preventing the surprise that afflicted his features. How curious this was! Indeed, Sebastian acted almost as if they were his family, in a fashion, something entirely curious seeming to stir within the Fae King himself. A feeling he is neither sure he can place nor name in its entire. In all his years he could not recall a time he had ever been hugged by a servant, let alone a member of his family. His father had never once embraced him in all those years, his mother's affections fleeting if only because she feared favouring the single son that was a blight upon his Fathers own family. His wet nurse, perhaps, had been the only family member (in the sense of servants belonging to the household) whom had ever hugged him and yet that was her very duty. Affection was rare in his time, rarer still amongst the upper classes. This family before him so unexpected. Dorian so resigning himself in this moment to have them...approve of him, servants or otherwise and as foolish at it surely was. It was simply of importance to him- though why he hardly knew. That woman shouting once more as she so fussed over Sebastian, a simper of sorts touching his own lips at her almost motherly nature, or at least, what Dorian so assumes a Mother might surely be like- the faintest of chuckles stirring within his throat. The suggestion of warmth however, is a readily welcomed one, Dorian colder than he had anticipated being, Sebastian's softly murmured words met with a simple shake of his head.

"It is fine Mon Cher, it is....an oddity to me but I find it endearing."

How could he not when Sebastian seemed so delighted? Dorian readily allowing himself to be led up those stairs and into the marble hall. How different the architecture then his own home! A truly audible gasp drawn from his lips at those tiled floors in black and white. Patterned flooring a true rarity before his gaze moves to linger on that beautifully decorated tree in the centre that Sebastian had so proceeded to circle, Dorians own hand extending to touch those soft branches, another smile stealing onto his lips at that soft touch and pleasant scent before he allowed his gaze to linger briefly on those hung portraits of what could only be Sebastian's family- a veritable plethora of questions rising within his mind as to just who was who, Dorian briefly searching for his own lover amongst them before the vampire gestured for him to follow. The Monarch almost reluctantly abandoning that room to wander into a receiving room of sorts. The warmth of the fire here a distinctly appreciated thing, those chairs and lounges gathered about it in a manner so....appealing. He is aware of Sebastian quite literally collapsing onto one such couch, Dorian himself pausing to survey that room, noting that dark wooden piano with a small measure of amusement before his lovers extended hand draws him away, Dorian moving easily to take it- allowing his lover to draw him down onto that couch and very near into his lap.

If Giles had so known about him, after all, then surely he knew about them. Dorian assured by that token that such closeness would not come as a shock to any member of that household, Dorian still so distinctly new to such social constructs as this even despite the truly significant steps he had made in even the most simple displays of public affection these past few months. In this however, Sebastian seemed unconcerned, the Fae king simple choosing to trust his consorts faith in this as he settled against the other man, Dorian using the arm rest of that couch as a pillow of sorts, the rest of his frame sprawled across Sebastian's lap and the couch itself. He would fall asleep, he was assured, were he not careful.

"It appears we did, that plane did not even fall out of the sky as it was so I anticipated, you were right. This home too, is truly glorious, I look forward to seeing all of it. I am, in truth, quite excited."

His lips pull softly into a simper at that admittance, Dorian leaning up just so to press his lips to the bottom of Sebastian's jaw before frowning ever so slightly, his gaze so shifted upward to his lovers own.

"Giles and his wife, they are a family of sorts to you, are they not? Such embraces as you shared with them are unfamiliar to me and yet I have no true family left all the same. His wife looks at you as she looks at a son, I.....think you are very fortunate to have such people."

There is but a momentary pause, that odd...ache of sorts so afflicting him once more, Dorian so continuing to look pensive before brushing such thoughts aside as that soft simper traces his features. A quiet chuckle humming from between his lips. Dorian so content upon that couch and before that fireplace. How truly glorious this was after such travel.

"Do you know, Bastian? I find myself inclined to have them like me."