Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

This was, Dorian was assured, the most ridiculous thing he had ever done and yet that sense of self-preservation so seemed determined to have him continue to go along with it less he displease the child so much so she threw a tantrum. It would be decidedly unfortunate to have Sebastian's glorious home upturned by a petulant vampiric child whom might well be strong enough to upend appliances and furniture alike. Let alone decide to turn her hunger upon himself were she allowed to be reminded of it or made inclined to bite in any fashion. While the Monarch was hardly adverse to the touch of vampires fangs he was assured his blood was for but one vampire alone. The man unwilling to allow any other to partake of it. Dorian suspecting too that the bite of the child might not be nearly so pleasing to him as his lovers own. It was therefore, a far more prudent course of action to continue to appeal to the girl until either Sebastian came home or the girl grew tired of waiting for him and left. Hopefully he might manage to survive the evening with both himself and Sebastian's house intact.

It was easy then, in comparison to the rest of the evening so far, to take the girls hand and guide her to the table, pulling out her chair in that gentlemanly fashion as she climbed on before neatly pushing it back in as one did for any lady regardless of the size. The newly made tea and cookies were placed on the table before them, his burned fingers protesting the action and yet, as they had hardly been burned badly enough to bleed Dorian made a distinct effort to ignore them entirely. The life of a servant was proving far more traumatic then he had truly anticipated. Why anyone ever became one he hardly knew and yet any further thoughts on the matter were ended as he sat himself at that table only to be informed he had been promoted from the rank of servant to that of Knight. The girl-child demanding his name as she declared herself be Princess Leila. Really, a Knight would hardly be seated at a table with a Princess, let alone while wearing his armor and surely he had never seen any Princess, even his own sisters, wear their crown to tea- those corrections upon the tip of his tongue before he so thought better of it once more. Struggling instead to so think of a knightly name.

"Uh, Vincent. Sir Vincent."

It had been the name of his own personal guard for several years in his boyhood, Dorian assured it was, thereby, a truly legitimate name for a Knight even if he was not assured his own Vincent had ever become one. This sudden notion that his pretend armor was not as shiny as her pretend crown saw his own features frown, eyes cast momentarily downward as if he anticipated truly seeing a suit of armor upon himself. What this 'something' was he was supposed to clean it with he hardly knew and yet if this was a game of pretend he supposed it hardly mattered what he used. Dorian reaching into his fake pocket to produce an invisible jar of sorts, pretending to hold it before him in some hope that this was how one played tea parties.

"This is very good for the sparkling of armor. I shall set about polishing it right now your Highness. It got very dirty because I was fighting a war against the.....witches you see and I was so excited to receive your summons that I didn't have time to find my.....better armor....before I got here. There, it appears of sufficient shininess now does it not?"

He made some show of pretending to polish himself, Dorian feeling the perfect fool as he did. The Fae rather pleased Sebastian was not currently present to witness this ridiculousness as he invented that story to explain his own less than perfect knightly appearance although truly he was assured no Knight would polish his suit at the tea table all the same. The Fae King reaching for his tea in the same moment, merely pretending to sip it before returning his attention to the supposed princess, so forcing his heart to stop that nervous fluttering.

"Why did you summon me to your very grand castle today, Princess Leila? Have you a quest for me?

He hoped she didn't. The quest for tea had proven quite enough.