Dorian AragonaHis Royal Highness

Dorian was at a loss, truly, as to just how this woman had become a part of his existence. She had so seemingly been picked up from the street itself by Samantha, brought to their home and then so evidently decided she never intended to leave. This, he was sure, was the very reason women should be married early in life so as to prevent them taking up residences in other people's homes without any true purpose. They were surely better situated to the kitchen- where they belonged. That his ideas were decidedly antiquated did not truly occur to him in that moment. His mind still heavy with sleep and entirely confused as to both the time of day and why he was being interrupted. Her voice managing to press through that fog of his mind once more as she so teasingly inquired as to his nightly activities. Dorian assured he had no desire to share just where he went in the evenings nor the notion that he spent most of them between Sebastian's sheets and within the other man's arms. To speak of one's relationship with a female acquaintance would be improper and yet the Monarch so managed to fix her with a look of royal indignation all the same. Dorian attempting to bury himself childishly back beneath his blankets as if closing his eyes might somehow make her disappear. A woman in his bedchamber! The thought!

Her assurance that he needed only a few hours of sleep saw him scowl somewhere between those sheets. The young witch clearly not realising the truth of her words. That he had, indeed, been up all night. He was up every night. The Fae King having become entirely nocturnal to suit Sebastian's own schedule, the daylight no longer truly relevant to him and yet he supposed he could not fault her for not knowing. Even despite sharing that home with her the pair were rarely given to cross paths. That rich, feminine laughter that fell from her lips saw his silver gaze at last return to her own, the woman striding into his bedroom now before declaring that Italy may or may not be on fire by her own hand. His gaze narrowing slightly as it attempting to determine the truth of her words or whether they were simply a manner of sarcasm. Dorian only just recently having learned about sarcasm as a form of speech at all.

"Is it on fire?"

He inquired a moment later, a part of the man determined to check all the same just in case he need rush to the embassy before Vhalla suddenly threw back his curtains, the sunlight positively blinding as a groan of sorts rose from within his chest. The woman proceeding to flop down onto the end of his bed. Dorian lifting those blankets a little higher to prevent her seeing his bare chest. The Monarch assured it was entirely inappropriate for an unmarried woman to be in his bed chamber at all let alone seated upon the bed while he was dressed in nothing save boxer shorts. Vhalla rolling back almost playfully as her hands gripped her knees. The woman declaring she was bored with Samantha not home to entertain her.

"Well we were not bored. We were sleeping."

As if to make his point all the more clear. One hand lifted, rubbing at his eyes, the ring upon his left hand catching briefly within his dark hair before he moved to regard her more fully now, the woman suddenly looking away from him as she spoke. He had nearly forgotten his offer those months before to teach the woman about control and her own affinity for fire. Dorian silent a moment before sighing at last.

"Very well. Give me a moment to get dressed."

He allowed his own affinity to suddenly embrace him then. The Fae disappearing from sight entirely, reappearing several minutes later fully dressed and beside the door before gesturing the woman follow. Dorian not at all about to have his room incinerated. He moved to lead the way downstairs, still yawning before stepping out the front door, blinking in that light before leading the woman around the back of the apartment building and into that little park next door, empty so early in the morning with most residents at work. Dorian moved then to select a single rock from that garden bed, placing it several feet in front of them before coming to stand beside the woman.

"Perhaps you might show me what you can do. Is it possible for you to hit that rock with you power?"