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It was curious to Dorian, in a sense, just how readily and easily Sebastian seemed to slip into that role required of him. The vampire a veritable pillar of strength in these past few days while Dorian himself seemed to struggle far more with the weight of his own worries and concerns and a nervousness of sorts that came with presenting himself to large crowds. He hardly feared the crowd per say, after all, he had been used to standing before a room of people since the day he had learned to walk. More so, there was much of the man that felt out of place in this world still. He had so much to learn and to understand and too- he held within himself a desire to prove that he was every bit that ruler they deserved. He had spent centuries within this castle while the world itself passed him by. He had become a myth to even his own people. The Fae King sometimes given to feel almost overwhelmed with the enormity of the task ahead of him and yet, despite it all, he remained for the most part that picture of grace and ease and ever-good nature. Sebastian an entirely calming presence and in those days since the announcement of his return, he had come to rely on his lover perhaps more than he ever had before, not just as boyfriend or companion but as a true Consort in every sense of the word. Sebastian's ability with people was nothing short of masterful, Dorian so often left in awe of it though he had surely never said as much. He knew well, in time and with that increased knowledge of the world that his own abilities to carry out those conversations would further and yet he was wholly grateful for his lovers mere existence and the way in which he so seemed to take almost everything within his stride.

That hand that reached to brush with affection against his cheek as his head continued to rest in his lovers lap managed to tug a warm simper to his lips, even as he voiced that newest of his worries that had settled so displeasingly at the forefront of his mind. He held no desire to forfeit his throne after all this time. More so, he merely desired to leave much of that governance to the government already in place. He did not desire to rule with total power, to even attempt to do so was an utter folly when he could barely navigate the world as it was. He simply intended to take on a role perhaps more akin to the Queen of Sebastian's beloved England. To remain the head of parliament, to take a hand in each of his countries decisions and actions while still being allowed to see that world itself. Perhaps it was too much to ask. Perhaps he was selfish to even ask it. Sebastian's gentle assurance that they could not stop him seeming to prompt some greater thought before the mention of that President outwardly saw him frown.

"Yes I shall. Have no fear of that. The man is a snake- to be perfectly frank."

Even Dorian, with his tendency to enjoy the company of most people had taken a disliking to the man whom had made no effort to hide his outward displeasure of not only Dorians own sexuality and Sebastian's existence- but of the entire Monarchy itself. It would not pay to allow that man to go unwatched. As President his sway was still significant, his supporters numerous including several members of the parliament. The Monarch allowed such thoughts to sway for now, murmuring of that meeting with the very man after Court this evening before moving to help Sebastian to his feet and return to their room. It was only once they were alone that Dorian so allowed that whisper of his voice to continue, informing Sebastian of perhaps the truth of his plans in this. That he held no intention of attending that meeting at all but had, instead, so crafted other plans for the pair. That perfectly impish look settling upon his features even as his lover so queried the prudence of that choice. Dorian's own shoulders lifting slightly in that shrugging gesture he had come to learn from the vampire himself.

"For one mere evening I am assured my Monarchy will survive. Depending on when we return I might have time to meet with him all the same. It will not take long to deny his request."

He knew already just what the President had come to negotiate with him and already Dorian had made his mind up about it. As such, he remained assured that for one evening the palace could spare him. Sebastian's sigh of defeat stirring that rich chuckle from within his throat before his attempts to do his tie so absorbed his attention. His efforts failing abysmally all the same. How impossible this modern fashion was sometimes! It took barely a moment to summon his lover's attention, the amusement in Sebastian's features hardly missed as he eyed that horrific knot Dorian had attempted before reaching over to tug at the fabric himself. The Fae King remaining almost obediently still as Sebastian worked before folding down that collar to hide his far superior knot. Dorian reaching to straighten the vampires own in that single, simple moment of affection. His hands fell gently to his sides once more as he eyed his Consort with clear approval and yet it was but that final thought that so seemed to see his heart flutter slightly in some touch of anxiousness. Those words leaving his lips with a measure of hesitance if only for fear that which he would offer might prove too much for the vampire, that gentle inquiry doing little to settle him and yet he stepped away from his lover still, gesturing for Sebastian to sit upon the foot of the bed as he himself stepped briefly from the bedroom.

Dorian returned within a matter of moments. A truly ornate, carved wooden box nestled within his hands. It had taken days for his staff to rework that piece resting within, after all, that original one had so been designed for a woman, not a man. Dorian loath to present his companion with something that had been designed entirely for the wrong gender and as such he had been content to wait those days it had taken to rework it into something suitable for the vampire. Dorian too- having afforded it no mention at all until this moment if only for that concern, once more, of overwhelming his lover entirely with those expectations that rested upon him as nothing short of Consort to the Crown. Dorian determined to ease the vampire into his new role within the Italian courts. This a rather large step and yet with their first formal court before them it was a matter of necessity. He sat himself beside Sebastian now and upon the edge of that bed, resting that box upon his lap, silver gaze lifting at last to meet the blue of his lovers own. Dorian choosing his words with care now, if only to convey just the right meaning behind what rested within that box.

"Within my Court the title of Consort means a very great deal. It exceeds all rank save for my own and it is both tradition and law that during formal occasion or ceremony that your rank is displayed correctly. This was made a very long time ago, it was designed for a woman, so I had it redone for you some days ago. It is the Corona Consorte, the Consort Crown."

He moved then to open that box then, displaying that golden crown nestled within. It was simple and light as any crown used for anything less than ostentatious occasion was, designed to be easily worn all day and sit well on the head unlike those ceremonial crowns that rested uncomfortably atop and were prone to tumbling off. He moved to gingerly hand that box to Sebastian then. Dorian reaching to his own beside table where his own golden crown had sat since his first meeting some days ago. Dorian displaying that to Sebastian in turn if only so the vampire might see the similarity of them both. Dorian's own was heavier, more intricate, those precious gems inlaid within that fine crafting at the base that led upward to those traditional points. Sebastian's by comparison, was a very near replica of Dorian's own save for finer, a little less intricate as tradition dictated and with diamonds alone placed evenly about it and between those points. That metal work beautifully fine.

"Traditionally yours would be made of silver but this was not possible so I had it made as a version of my own in gold. No Consort ever wears the same crown as any whom came before him, or her- they are made for the individual. If this is....too much for you, Bastian, if you are not ready, then you need only say it Mon Cher. I can find reason to explain its absence this evening if need be."

His gaze lifted once more then from those near-matching crowns, searching his lovers features with diligent care for any hint of just what turned within his mind in that moment. Dorian hardly unaware of the significance of that which he asked his lover this evening. There was, after all, distinct meaning behind a crown in any form. This perhaps the first time Sebastian had so been presented with any true and physical realization of the power he truly held within Dorian's palace and court. Though whether he was yet willing to accept it remained to be seen. The Fae Kings gaze lingered gently upon him still, an almost nervous flutter dancing within his own chest.

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