every king had a story, of ancient glory,sweetly told

"Ah, but you would not be by yourself, you would be with your new lover, Bernard. I shall put a sheet over both of you to keep the dust from you."

Those wholly teasing words fell easily from his lips at the eye roll he was presented with. Dorian hardly having missed those words of careful affection that had been uttered to the instrument as if his lover was so attempting to court it in some fashion. He had not, truthfully, anticipated just how passionate his lover might prove to be over both that Piano and too- that collection of old books that had sat so unloved and ignored for centuries beneath his palace. It was this singular thing that so seemed to engage the vampire perhaps more than anything else so far. Dorian both entirely surprised by this notion and too, wholly quizzical as to just why such an overreaction seemed to exist and yet, in either way, Dorian found it distinctly endearing to see the vampire care so very much about it. Even his lover's soft scolding over his own lack of care for those objects hardly dampened that simper that tugged at his features as Dorian hurried to stand from that pile books Sebastian seemed convinced were too valuable to be sat on. Dorian merely raising one eye in an overly dubious look before moving forward to stand beside his companion, allowing his arms to wrap about his waist in the wholly affectionate gesture and too- chase that look of horror from his features if only momentarily. Sebastian clutching Galileo's book to his chest as if his passion for it alone might return it to glory. His chin rested softly on his Consorts shoulder, lips pressed to his cheek in a chaste and stolen moment of affection before Dorian found himself offering to 'save' those books from whatever fate it was Sebastian feared them succumbing too. He hardly saw any value within them himself and yet if they held importance to his lover then he was content to see it through. The Fae King suggesting even that Bernard might be moved to their room where the vampire could keep a better eye on it. Sebastian admittance that he truly did desire as such, despite that tease, stirring a soft chuckle from within Dorian all the same.

"Then we will see it done, I promise."

Sebastian's wholly particular nature, when it came to these things, was hardly lost upon that ever-observant Fae. Dorian entirely aware that his lover would not be content until each of these things he deemed worthy of saving had been ordered just so. The Monarch so already having resigned himself to the notion that at least the entirety of one evening would need be spent simply allowing the vampire to order and organize those novels before finding someone whom might assist in restoring them. It was merely fortunate perhaps that he held so very many spare rooms. Dorian assured one might be dedicated to the proper storage of those historical pieces. It was that soft sound alone that saw the Fae release his hold upon his lover, that private moment of affection ceased in the wake of Matteo's appearance. The Elder Fae's mention of that Bible at his feet hurriedly saw King attempt to move beyond it lest Sebastian find another impassioned speech within himself. Dorian instead moving to ask after those change of clothes, taking them easily from the other man now before turning into that shadowy darkness to begin the process of undressing. The exchange between his lover and companion wholly missed until that tie had been undone and he turned once more to find that near flawless book within Sebastian's hands. One, at least, had survived those centuries it seemed. The name upon the cover lost to him all the same. This too- seeming to be yet another historical crime he had committed. Dorian staring blankly towards Sebastian again, the man half inclined to wonder just how much of this Shakespeare he would be required to read to appease his lover before the faintest touch of an impish grin so adorned his lips. Dorian so beginning to undo the buttons of his shirt as he spoke.

"No, I fear I do not know the story of Romeo and Juliet. I know of another love story though. One I am quite fond off. Is it better than that? My story has a dashing King who, for reasons unknown, fell in love with an amusing and yet endearing vampire. Come now, Matteo is waiting, by the time we return tonight I promise you Bernard will be in our room and at least some of these books will be moved."

It was entirely cheesy in at least some fashion and yet even Dorian was not above such things on occasion and when none but Sebastian existed to hear them. The Fae uttering that promise all the same, assured such a thing was well within Matteo's capability to see through and too- that it might well be entirely easier for his staff to see to moving Bernard without Sebastian present to cringe and gasp at every lift and bump his newest acquisition might be subject too. His own crown was removed to rest gently upon his own pile of folded clothing, Dorian finding himself far more comfortable in his jeans and shirt and jacket then that suit as he moved to lead the way towards that door hidden at the back of the room. That door, in turn, leading to but a small tunnel before a final door that admitted them abruptly outside and into the grounds of the palace itself. That cool night air entirely refreshing in the wake of that dusty room. The Monarch reached for his lovers hand again now, leading him a short distance across that manicured lawn and into the shadow of the palace where Matteo waited beside that striking red car, the sort of which Dorian had never quire seen.

"What is it?"
It is a Maserati, Dorian, your country makes them. This is the Maserati Ghibli, it is not the flashiest, nor the fastest but it does have the most advanced safety features and given your intentions- I felt it might be the preferred choice. It can still do about one hundred and sixty five miles per hour if needed though. Go on, get in.

He had become entirely used to Sebastian's town cars, this something else entirely. Dorian moving to open that back door all the same and slide within, settling himself upon that red and black leather interior as Matteo commanded that car into life the moment Sebastian had closed the door behind him. Dorian so having waited until there was little chance of turning around before affording his lover any true knowledge of his intentions this evening, that car turning easily down the main drive and towards those palace gates.

"I desired that we might go out this evening, Mon Cher. I have not informed the palace of such as they would demand we go with security and it would take only moments for the public to find us again and I should like to enjoy my own city without cameras and guards for but one night. So it is so I asked Matteo to assist us in escaping my own palace. I did not tell you off it till now for I feared you might worry."

Worry, after all, was very near Sebastian's favoured past time. Dorian knowing entirely well such worry came from love and yet so given the opportunity Sebastian would surely worry of all the implications of the Dorian so being outside the palace without the guards that followed them continuously. His fingers reached easily for Sebastian's arm then, resting upon that cool flesh and so allowing his affinity to embrace them as Matteo approached those gates. Dorian and Sebastian in turn entirely hidden from view. That crowd that had taken to standing outside the palace night and day rushing forward to that car with cameras poised only to find Matteo alone within it. The Frenchman worthy of barely a few photographs before the car rolled easily past them and those palace gates closed behind. Dorian releasing his affinity from them both but a moment later, clearly pleased with himself. His attention then, was taken almost immediately taken with those city lights that surrounded them. The Fae King, for all those days he had been here so far, had failed to see near any of his own city at all, his delight readily clear upon his features to see Naples as it was in this modern day. He shifted then, one hand moving to rest against the seat, only to find his fingers brush against a small pile of magazines, Dorian eyeing them momentarily.

"Matteo, what are these?"
Ah, I found those in several other countries this week. They amused me. You two have finally made the news in New Zealand, Russia and Greenland.

The Monarch reached for the first of those magazines atop the pile, the headline so brazenly reading His Royal Hotness with a picture of himself emblazoned across it. Dorian allowing his eyes to roll slightly before passing it to Sebastian in turn. The magazine beneath bearing them both on the front cover beneath the title of World's Ten Most Attractive World Leaders. That, in the least, did not have a bad picture of them, Dorian opening that front cover to find Sebastian had been given a two page editorial on him alone, a soft huff of amusement parting his lips. Matteo rounded another corner then, pulling the car slowly to a stop beside a small, quiet park as Dorian moved to slide from the back seat, gesturing for Sebastian in turn to follow. The Frenchman reached easily onto the seat next to him, snatching something from atop it before sliding from the car in turn, reaching to place that navy blue baseball cap that proudly proclaimed 'I love NY' atop Sebastian's head. A matching black and orange Baltimore Ravens cap placed on Dorians own a moment later before the Elder Fae handed him a pair of reading glasses that lacked any lenses. You would be surprised how few people will actually recognise you when you're wearing glasses, even false ones- along with hats. Here is the map, I've marked where you need to go, ring me if the gates are locked and I will see to it. Sebastian- if you crash my car I will be displeased with you, though for what it is worth I have looked into every future for this escapade and none of them end badly. I will see to the Piano too. Have fun kids.

Those car keys were tossed towards the vampire, Matteo disappearing as he so often did a moment later, leaving the tourist Map of Naples in Dorian's hand and the keys in Sebastian's. The Monarch looking distinctly curious beneath his baseball cap and falsified glasses as he glanced upward towards his lover once more. Dorian feeling perfectly ridiculous in such attire all the same and yet entirely delighted to be outside those walls and within his own city.

"Bastian? You do know how to pilot the car don't you?"

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