Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

Of all he had anticipated for this day, Dorian had failed entirely perhaps, to anticipate his own excitement in something as simple as a snowy morning. In all those months in which they had been together the man had never yet shared but even one morning at his companion's side. Either both men were entirely inclined to sleep or, on those rare occasions Dorian himself lingered awake, Sebastian had long since become lost to whatever magic it was that seemed to render it near impossible for the man to rise during the daylight hours. There was something truly joyous in this occasion. Dorian working to insure Sebastian himself did not become overwhelmed and yet his own excitement was surely palpable. It was perhaps, selfish of him in a fashion, to so desire to explore each and every field and hedge and path upon his lovers estate when it was for all intents and purposes so Sebastian alone whom would dictate what they did this day and yet Dorian can hardly help his curiosity. The moment he so pulled that door asunder he was presented with a veritable world of delight, the sort of which he had never seen before, his eagerness surely clear and yet still, he remained wholly dutiful in that fashion in which he had been raised to be. It would, after all, be decidedly improper for him to display to much of any emotion, Dorian so assuring he remained in at least some control of that delight as he so turned back to his companion to assure himself the vampire had hardly found another curtain to hide behind.

He understood, readily so, the fear that might so afflict his companion in this precarious moment. Dorian so having opened that door just so as to allow his lover, in a sense, his own control over just how much sunlight he was willing to expose himself too. After all a window pane still allowed the vampire to remain relatively safe, shielded by that roof and with those curtains easily in reach. There was no shelter outside in any sense, Sebastian so required to expose his very form in its entirety to that ever rising sun. This moment, if any, so requiring Sebastian to trust him with his very life and yet- had he not done as such before? Did he not do as such near every day in which he allowed that sleep to take him in the assurance Dorian would bring him no harm in those most vulnerable hours? This was, surely, a far greater level of trust still and yet Dorian was assured it was within his lover capabilities to do as such. His own affinity was coaxed softly to life once more and for his own eyes alone, so eyeing that golden light that surrounded his lover as strongly as ever, reassuring himself in that moment too that his consort remained entirely alive still.

It is that sudden appearance of that little red-breasted bird that so seemed to see Dorian's attention shift for perhaps the first time away from Sebastian entirely. The Fae King was hardly given to any great love of birds in any sense and yet this was but one creature he hardly knew. Such birds did not exist within the city they had come from and indeed he was assured they did not exist in any fashion in Italy. Such a charming song it had! Dorian so readily captivated with the creature before seeking to draw the vampires attention to it, asking after what it was, Sebastian identifying it with a near effortless ease. A Robin. Ah, he would not forget this. Dorian almost assured he could paint such a little creature with its earthy brown body and striking red chest as it flitted from twig to twig in that snowy hedge. It was perhaps, a simple facet of his nature that the Monarch held the capability to find delight in even the smallest of things. After all a veritable field of snow and mist and trees so lay behind him and yet, somehow, it was the smallest of Robin's that so delighted him the most. His attention however had returned readily to his lover once more, Dorian ever-dutiful in his mission for this day, so attempting to coax Sebastian further into that light, a simper of pleasure touching his features as the man shifted forward and into it even if tentatively, his lips brushing along the man's cheek in clear satisfaction of even this progress before he himself moves to stride down those steps and into the garden itself.

That chilly air nipped readily at his features. Dorian almost assured the morning felt colder than the evening! Even despite his delight in all that remained unexplored around him however the man so turned back to the vampire now, one hand outstretched once more in some effort still to have Sebastian leave that house entirely- the Fae King so having resigned himself to the fact that this final progression may take any amount of time. Dorian wholly oblivious, in that moment, to the manner in which his own tactics to so lure the vampire out had perhaps, reminded his lover of just those ways in which he had surely lured more than one woman between his sheets or so attempted to coax that shyness from her. This likeness alone seeming to set the vampire upon an entirely determined path to be anything other then womanly and emotional in his lovers eyes, those momentary mutterings hardly missed by the ever-observant King as Dorian so struggled to conceal but that soft chuckle that threatened to overwhelm him at what he can only assume is his consorts grumbling in being coddled in a fashion. One hand rises near as discreetly as he can, Dorian attempting to stifle that amusement at the determination that so seemed to afflict Sebastian as he all but stride down those stairs and directly to his side, Dorian forgoing any praise he might have offered in regards to his lovers bravery in this lest he release another series of irritable (if not adorable) grumblings. How endearing it was that his consort remained determined still to be that protector even now.

That simple gesture towards the Orangery Sebastian remained determined to see is met with a simple nod, Dorian eying that building with a ready curiosity. The entire thing near seemed to be made out of glass. His own head tilted in that same measure of curiosity before the vampire spoke, his own attention returning to Sebastian as the man pulled that coat slightly closer, declaring that morning to be colder then he recalled it being in whatever memories so existed within his mind of the last time he had felt that morning chill upon him.

"You shall get warmer as we walk. I am not assures entirely as to how it works but the more one moves about the warmer one gets."

Sebastian after all, had surely remained untouched by this phenomenon for a century in the least, Dorian simply reminding him of it even if he himself held little understanding of how it worked, those textbooks Elizabeth had so allowed him to borrow having become overly complex in their description of such a thing. Well beyond Dorian's decidedly antiquated notion of the human body. He moves readily then to respond to his lovers gesture, falling into step just behind the man, allowing Sebastian to act as a veritable snowplough of sorts and so clear a path Dorian was far more inclined to walk. The sudden and abrupt stop however had hardly been anticipated by the Monarch, Dorian near colliding with Sebastians back, his features momentarily appearing dazed before the soft nudge of his lover so drew his attention to that rather pleasant fountain. The Fae King assured it was this alone Sebastian so sought to have him admire before the faintest of movement drew his silver gaze sideways to eye those three deer that grazed upon the other side.

"Oh, deer!"

His error is made clear to him near as soon as he speaks, his voice, hardly loud though it was, so seems to alarm those creatures as their heads lift abruptly, eyeing the pair of men before bounding off and back into the trees from which they had come. Dorian so affording his lover something of a sheepish look in that moment. Ah, but all those years he had spent hunting deer himself how foolish of him to go scaring them away in such a fashion! His delight in merely being out within the morning so seeming to work against him in that moment as he regarded his consort once more.

"I fear your servants shall ask you not to invite me back, I make so much noise I frighten the deer and I am assured, too, that I was given to wake someone last night with but an entirely different sort of noise."

An almost impish simper so traces his lips at but that memory of that evening they had just spent, Dorian assured he would be ill inclined to forget that for as long as he lived, a soft chuckle so parting his lips before his gaze fixated more fully on that fountain, the man stepping away from Sebastian now to peer over the edge of that small, neat wall and eye the frozen water within. A clear and genuine surprise so afflicting him as one hand reaches almost gingerly forward to touch that ice. A soft murmur of surprises so passes in that native Italian. Frozen water a truly great oddity to that ancient man as he marvels at it for several moments still.

"Will it become.....un-solid again?"

He so fears, it would seem, that the water, once frozen, might remain as such, his gaze turned with some measure of concern to his lover before he steps away from the frozen fountain, eyeing it with no small measure of wariness before gesturing back towards that orangery that was there goal. This building too proving to be a great curiosity to the man as his hand so found Sebastian's own now, coming to walk beside him but those last few strides. A soft frown marring his features now.

"Why is it made of glass?'