Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

How curious it was that such a place so shrouded in morning mist and whited-out with a snow that brought with it a truly distinct chill could be so entirely alive just below that metaphorical surface. It had taken merely a moment for Dorian to so pause and look and yet the moment he had, he had become so entirely aware of those little birds, those trees that still held there leaves, those blossoming hedges and- here and now- those three deer his lover had so spied upon the opposite side of the fountain. Such a curious thing snow was! It was, despite it's pale, cold, wet feel a truly beautiful thing at times. Life so continuing to flourish even beneath its frigid touch. Dorian finding himself but wholly enchanted with near every part of this morning even if his delight in seeing those deer had managed to startle them in turn- but to think, his Father had so constantly berated him for being too shy, to gentle, to quiet! If only he might have seen him now so scaring away those deer and too, so apologising for any other loudness he might have so been responsible for in those fading hours of darkness. The amusement that lingered upon his lovers lips was at just this was hardly missed. Dorian finding himself near momentarily sheepish in this admittance even despite Sebastian's assurance that it truly did not matter. Those activities between the sheets were, perhaps, the single and only place in which the Fae King found himself entirely uninclined to follow those rules of society on how he should be. The man entirely content to forget his manners completely in those embraces and yet too- it was just those times in which he might show his consort just how much he so adored him in just any way he desired. Dorian hardly inclined to change that in any fashion. That brush of Sebastian's lips upon his cheek readily stirring a grin into life at even this small gesture of affection before he found his attention shifting in it's entirety to that fountain and the frozen water.

It was the first time in all his years of existence he had ever seen anything like this. Dorian so readily captivated by the simple existence of ice alone, one gloved finger reaching out to press upon that solid, frosted surface in a clear and utter wonderment at just how such a thing existed at all. The notion of frigid temperatures dropping so low they might freeze water is, quite simply, outside his understanding. The country in which he had spent near all of his existence simply did not become so cold as to produce snow let alone freeze fountains and as such it is merely one aspect of life in which the Monarch has failed to experience. The curiosity of just this phenomenon is surely clear upon his face as he lifts his hands away from that ice, inquiring as to whether or not it would ever return to water or it had, somehow, been ensnared with permanence in this state. His ever-busy mind, in that moment, was assured that ice was by far the most fascinating thing he had seen all morning. It was as water, frozen in time as if by some spell, his attention drawn from it only by the vampires words as he turned to face him once more, head nodding in some pleasure at the knowledge the water would, in fact, return, before his companion inquires after ice skating- one eye arching upward now in some renewed curiosity once more.

"Ice skating? No, I have never even heard of this."

What on earth that entailed remained to be seen, Dorian so allowing his thoughts to draw away from that frozen fountain and towards the true goal of this expedition- that grand glass orangery that Sebastian had so desired to see. His hand entwines readily in his lovers own now, allowing the vampire to lead him but those last few strides to that building, his silver gaze widening once more at the sight of it, those glass windows almost foggy in appearance and yet Dorian so mistakes this once more for a frost of sorts brought about by that cold. Why on earth one would keep a glass building he hardly knew, what a truly curious thing to do! Dorian finding himself lead through those doors a moment later, the inside of the building almost....hot. How bizarre! The plant life that flourished within was so given to explain just why that building was made of glass, Sebastian's words merely confirming as such as Dorian is inclined to do little other than stare in that utter amazement once more. What a truly clever invention this was! One might have any number of plants or crops in any season with such a building as this. The heat within had so already begun to cause the man to sweat, Dorian moving to follow his consorts lead in that moment, unzipping his own jacket, along with that scarf and gloves to hang them by the door with his lovers own.

His arms fold easily behind his back then in that age old habit that so overcame him in any situation in which he became so wholly curious of what he was looking at that he simply fell into that practiced stance, the man wandering readily down that centre corridor at Sebastian's gesture to follow, his silver-hued gaze drifting from one side to the next. How he adored such oddities as this! The ancient Fae so content to marvel at the temperature within let alone the manner in which the snow still existed outside and all manner of plants flourished within. How simple such a thing as this and yet, to Dorian, it was perhaps the very epitome of modernity in regards to farming in the least. He pauses beside his lover all the same, allowing his gaze to be drawn to what he can only presume is some sort of fruit tree, Dorian eyeing them with a ready intrigue now before he affords his companion a soft shake of his head in response to his query of that pear.

"No, I don't believe I have."

It is with no small amount of eagerness that Dorian so awaits this 'pear' his companion had mentioned, the Fae King watching his lover with a ready intrigued now, his gaze shifting but once to peer further down that corridor in some effort to see what other oddities this building might possess before his attention returned in full to the vampire. His features frowning but softly in some consideration of those other thoughts that turned in his mind and indeed, once more, to marvel at the advancement of science to make such a room possible. His own words were decidedly soft in that moment, Dorian speaking then of that which he has never truly mentioned before. After all, he was perhaps just as Sebastian in this, any mention of that life that had been, once, so rarely spoken off.

"Do you know, I had friend once, when I was a boy, Leonardo. He would grow, in time, to become an academic. The very sort that so infuriated my Father for filling my own head with frivolous ideas and yet even as a boy Leonardo was so sure he should invent things that would change the world. He made a flying machine once, he even made a knight that could move on its own that was filled with all these little ropes and pulleys. I have not thought of him in years and yet I am assured a room like this would have fascinated him entirely, he spoke of a similar idea once, all those years ago. I never thought I might see it one day. Though I'm pleased I have."

How much he might like to have told his boyhood friend of just this place and yet, he was assured, by now, his companion had long since passed, his features frowning slightly in that consideration, a simper of sorts so suddenly tracing his lips. A soft chuckle rising within his throat.

"He was a terrible artist though, he was forever forgetting to draw eyebrows on his portraits of people. I told him no one would ever want a picture of someone missing their eyebrows."