It was curious really, the manner in which he had so failed to consider the possibility Sebastian himself had held siblings in much the same way he had. The vampire so rarely ever mentioned family at all that Dorian had, so incorrectly, presumed the man to have been an only child. A highly unusual thing to be sure and yet even he had heard such tales of families whom possessed such trouble conceiving that even but one child was a blessing enough. If Samantha was to be believed then this modern day often saw families so choosing to have only one or two- an idea nearly blasphemous to Dorian's own thinking. After all, the chance of such children surviving to adulthood within his own time would have been decidedly slim. The Fae King so often forced to remind himself that, in this day, to lose a child was far more uncommon then it was to raise each to full growth. It was, thereby, hardly required of any modern family to produce as many children as they were able. Samantha too- so having assured him that women were not as inclined to die in childbirth as they once had been. How advanced the modern world had become and yet too- how changed their thinking in turn. The idea that his consort had, in fact, been one of five saw both his own eyes lift slightly in that small display of inquisitiveness. Some measure of understanding so suddenly seeming to touch his ever-youthful features. Ah! But this explained the portraits within the vampire's home! Dorian having so spied more than one painting that had displayed the image of more than one child. Such information so affording his thoughts a sensibility now. The silver of his gaze angled back to his companions own.

"I was the fifth born son, the ninth born child overall. It was a very loud household though I never wanted for playmates in my youth I suppose. I did not know though, that you had siblings, were you the eldest son?"

Sebastian, after all, had so inherited such estates- or so it would seem to Dorian's understanding. Surely were he beset of several older brothers it would be their families whom inhabited Belton now. The Fae King hardly unaware of the manner of succession and too the misfortune of being anything other than the first born son in a time when the matter of inheritance so strictly dictated so much of the way a family might function. It was his lovers query upon Matteo, however, that saw his own interest piqued- Dorian so failing in that moment to guess at the vampires internal considerations even though the Monarch himself had surely considered and dismissed them a thousand times over in turn. The nature of his own birth had forever been a point of contention between his parents and- later, his male siblings and himself. His mother had never once breathed a word of his true parentage to him, none within the castle would dare question it aloud for fear of Ferdinand's wrath and the veritable shame such a blasphemous question might suggest of the royal family and yet Dorian was hardly inclined to foolishness in this regard. It would be nothing short of folly to believe himself of the same full blood of his siblings even if such a topic was strictly forbidden in discussion. Each of his siblings had been of black hair and olive skin with eyes of dark brown and several sister with eyes in a hazel green hue. Dorian, by comparison, held skin so notably fair and locks of dark brunette with eyes the colour of slate. The Monarch too- standing taller than any of his brothers ever had- and yet by far that most obvious truth was so surely in the realization that he was hardly human as his siblings before and after. It was nothing short of impossible for Ferdinand to so be his sire. The truth of it was strikingly plain and yet still his Mother never uttered a word upon it, Dorian having dared to ask her but once only to be told to stop being insolent. He had held his own suspicions, over those many years and yet such idle curiosities had never been confirmed, even if there existed those who knew the truth- one that remained still unspoken. His lovers voice so distracting his own thoughts then, so inquiring as to whether Matteo might be aware of his absence, a faint frown adorning his features.

"I have not seen Matteo for nearly two years. Not since I have been in the city and nearly a year before that. I have no doubt that he will know of my absence though, there is not much Matteo does not know. When he might choose to visit again though I hardly know. He is- inclined to his own schedule."

It was, perhaps, a decidedly diplomatic way of so inferring the elder Fae was fickle by nature and more than that, so refused to be summoned by anyone for anything, preferring to appear and disappear as he saw fit to do so regardless of duty or protocol in a fashion Dorian found maddening. The Fae King so again having failed to perceive the truth of Sebastian's questioning in this and too the vampires apprehension, perhaps, in meeting a man upon which he had made a certain, astute assumption. It was however, that final line of questioning that so at last stirred that soft sigh of defeat to his own lips, though truly he had anticipated as such. Sebastian far to astute a being not to query that which Dorian had, on some level, attempted to shadow from him if only for the disdain of those memories and too an attempt to....protect him, in a way- from the stark truths of his own monotonous existence all those years. Perhaps it was better that the truth might be offered all the same, Dorian so softly detailing those realities to his lover then, just as they had been. Such admittances perhaps, at last displaying to the vampire his own reservations in returning to his kingdom if only for what it had been for him all those years and yet too there remained a conviction of sorts within his voice all the same. For five hundred years he had stood within that palace and yet even with such a taste for freedom he would not abandon his court now, not when he was assured they might need him still. Dorian so staunchly refusing to dismiss his duty to those whom had stood with him all those years and through no fault of their own been imprisoned. There was much he need make right, in the least, even if he held no intention of remaining any longer then he had too. That softly uttered apology so stirring a simper to his lips at last. Dorian moving already to cast aside those unpleasant thoughts, such was the nature of the man, that veritable day to Sebastian's night.

"There is no need to be sorry, Mon Cher, not for anything. You are deserving of the truth, you would find it out whether I told it to you or not. It will be splendid in some ways, yes, perhaps difficult in others. I would not at all be the man I like to think I am if I did not return to those whom I shared those years with though, if only to see them set right and yet I have so decided to consider the better parts of it. I look forward to showing you my home, my country and its people. The past was- unpleasant, but the future need not be. Besides- I know of another truth, shall I share it with you?"

That impish grin had returned to his features, Dorian moving to sit up at last, turning upon that wooden bench to face his lover now with that simper still in place. Ah, but how prone Sebastian was to taking upon those worries that were surely Dorian's own to have and yet, worries the Fae King so saw to chase from his lover now. After all, they were un-needed to his mind. He shifted easily then until he sat very near in his lovers lap, drawing the vampires lips to his own in that softly stolen kiss, fingers reaching to tangle within those dirty blonde locks as he did.

"There is not a night that goes by that I do not consider what countries you might show me, what food we might have or what things we might see and do. It pleases me even to consider those nights where we do not even leave your bed. It is these things I like to think of as I never could before."

His lips so returned to Sebastian's own again, this kiss a little more ardent, a little more hungered- ah, but that taste of his lover was glorious still! Dorian pulling back softly once more, that grin still in place as that Ferris Wheel so at last began to reach the ground. His words distinctly teasing now.

"I am also quite sure I am to have several bruises from this ice skating you had me partake off. I might even permit you to afford me a massage when we get home, if you are fortunate."

Dorian Aragona