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How foolish they both surely were to allow those worries to turn within themselves and yet- how very much a product of their times they were proving to be in turn. It simply went without question that the veritable man of the household so often took upon himself those worries and concerns if only to spare the rest of that family from fretting over them and to assure their simple happiness and yet, how poor such a system when that very family so consisted of two men alone. Each of them unwilling to distress the other until nothing at all was said and that worry only continued. He could hardly help that query that so fell from his lips, inquiring as to just how long Sebastian had allowed those thoughts to bother him before he had finally been forced to utter them. That soft, near non-committal admittance perhaps saying far more than the vampire truly realised. After all, Dorian had so known his lover for a rather long time. He knew of his tendency to worry just as he knew of Sebastian's near selfless determination to attempt to shield him from the world's harshness at large whenever he might be given the chance. The vampires simple desire to have things go right so often seeming to come at the expense of Sebastian himself, even despite Dorian's own efforts to assure otherwise. How he adored his lover for that and yet too how he wished so desperately he would not internalise such concerns! That very notion of insignias one worry that was easily soothed and surely not worth the stress it had caused the vampire. Had Sebastian truly believed he might demand such a change from him? Such a thought resting almost unpleasantly within himself for but a moment before it was cast aside. Sebastian, he suspected, given to worry without any true consideration of the logic of it at all. Dorian so hating to think of Sebastian unhappy in any sense. How terribly foolish this business of love could be. Dorian near unable to prevent that soft simper that traced his lips at the thought.

The very manner in which his fiancé seemed to relax with that assurance that he hardly needed to remove those centuries old lions from his homes and business so had a fashion of relaxing the Fae King in turn. Dorian fishing that medallion from about his neck to cradle it within his palm as if the simple sight of it- along with that reminder of his fondness for it might seek to chase those concerns away entirely. After all, while that union of themselves and their houses so near demanded a new insignia it surely need not be at the cost of the past. His own parents had long held separate crests along with that joint and official royal seal. Dorian quite assured Sebastian and himself could manage the same. After all, those mines his lover presided over were hardly the business of the Crown and as such there was little need to afford them that royalty. Dorian momentarily glancing back down at his own designs, the Fae finding a new and ready satisfaction in those finely crafted lines. His gaze rose once more at the gentle touch of Sebastian's fingers. Dorian readily anticipating that sweet kiss that so had a habit of spreading that warmth throughout his chest with that utter affection that seemed to emanate from it even after all this time. That simper rested upon his lips then as Sebastian lent gently away with that thanks for their evening so far, Dorian quite sure he enjoyed surprising his lover nearly as much as Sebastian had delighted in that chocolate. The Fae pausing but briefly if only to assure the man that there would surely be moments, rather a few of them, in their near future that so required discussions much like that one they had just had. Those decisions on so many things needed to be made. Decisions that might surely require compromise on both their parts.

That almost hesitant utterance so had a habit of drawing his gaze back to Sebastian again. The vampires gaze furrowing slightly as if further considering his words before so at last admitting that he simply desired Dorian be happy. That admittance so momentarily seeming to surprise the Monarch himself, his eyebrows lifting slightly upward before that smile tugged at his lips, his features softening noticeably again. How on earth he had ever come to deserve such a creature as Sebastian to not only be his boyfriend and consort- but to be the very man he would marry he hardly knew. Dorian near given to feel his chest almost tighten with that emotion that so came from that admittance of care, simple though it was. The Monarch so entirely intending to inform his lover how very much that sentence meant to him even if, surely, his happiness hardly need come at the expense of Sebastian's own. Those words near abruptly catching within his throat. Sebastian, perhaps, not needing to hear quite that sentiment tonight. After all, Dorian was near assured the vampire would hardly agree with it all the same. Dorian instead choosing to offer him those words that might mean all the more to the vampire tonight- his lips stealing but one more kiss from him as he did.

"I am happy, Bastian. I have been happier with you then I have been my entire life."

How truly he meant those words! His fingers fitting in his lovers own then to guide him from that couch as his gaze glanced at that watch. That mention of their being late for that second half of the evening seeming to prompt the vampires curiosity- that question merely met with that eternally impish look as those staff were thanked once more and they made their way out and into that car and way from prying eyes. It was only once they were within the darkness of that car and another sweet had been pilfered from that bag to slip between his lips that Dorian chose to comment further on their upcoming wedding. Sebastian seeming near surprised with the swiftness at which that wedding co-ordinator had been found and yet the Fae largely expected the sheer magnitude of that very event was yet to truly settle upon his lover in turn. Even Dorian himself, in those coming months, entirely destined to be caught off guard several times by the extravagance of his own royal wedding. The Monarch, here and now, so simply looking forward to that day with a clear excitement. In all those years he had never once believed he would marry and yet how he could now hardly wait for that day! That soft admittance from his fiancé that he had hardly started his own guest list yet was hardly unanticipated, Dorian himself having progressed no further even despite Emma's utter persistence in the matter. Sebastian's worry over so forgetting to invite someone seeing that chuckle hum within him then.

"I fear my issue is near the opposite. The Palace has so already begun to craft a guest list for myself and I fear I hardly know anyone one it. Apparently other royals and dignitaries having been inviting me to their weddings for years, I was never able to attend of course- being so bound to Caserta as I was- and yet apparently I'm required to invite them to ours because they invited me. I've never even met most of them. It baffles me."

It was, to some extent, decidedly necessary he supposed. After all, if that wedding was to consist only of his friends then it would be a decidedly....small affair. Those genuine friends he had made for himself perhaps a little few and far between and yet the Fae King hardly found himself terribly concerned with it. The man inquiring as to whether Sebastian had decided upon any of his guests specifically. The mention of those from Belton so being invited saw that grin touch his own lips. Dorian having found himself terribly fond of that adoptive family of sorts before that remark of 'Arlo' saw his head tilt slightly. Dorian yet to meet this curious vampire Sebastian had told him about. The Monarch decidedly pleased his lover had met a friend he seemed to enjoy spending time with. Sebastian tending to return from those evenings with this Arlo in the most glorious of moods. The idea of a 'pet thing' however, was entirely unexpected.

"He keeps another being as a pet? She does not mind? Perhaps we might invite Arlo over one evening? I should like to meet your friend. Maybe we can ask him to bring his pet too, in the least we might find out if she is truly a Were or not. What sort of creature is she?"

Were's were perhaps one species the Fae knew decidedly little about, the man distinctly curious of them in every sense, his thoughts briefly daring to linger upon what on earth they were to do if she so proved not to be a Were at all, but a genuine animal, that Sebastian had already invited. Hopefully, if such were the case, she was not a terribly large animal. The notion of Sebastian inviting his business partners was hardly unexpected, the vampire suddenly seeming pensive once more- his nose scrunching upward before asking after that coven. Dorian so momentarily offering the man a near blank look. This the first mention he had ever heard of his fiancé so being involved with any such thing. Dorian near assured h had never heard Sebastian mention any sort of coven meeting he intended to attend. The Fae near instantly curious of such a group. Vampires, to his own experience, hardly seemed social creatures. The Monarch considering that question all the same. While he surely held a near exceptional faith in Sebastian and his control he could hardly help that fashion in which that....concern of sorts so seemed to find him at the idea of several unknown vampires at their wedding. Was each of them as controlled as Sebastian was? Would his own blood hold the same appeal to them as it did Sebastian? Was it a terribly sinful thing to think of vampires in such a fashion as that? Perhaps it was. Yet that wedding would be veritably filled with Fae in turn- his own features frowning slightly as those thoughts turned.

"Unless you feel you are terribly close to them then I do not think, truly, they would take offence in it. Forgive me too, love, for I am sure they are perfectly pleasant beings but I hold some concern for the....amount of Fae sure to be present at our ceremony. My own court is largely Fae after all and I fear they might prove to be, somewhat....alluring to your coven. If you should want them there though and you trusted each of them I would trust your judgement in turn."

It was no true secret after all, amongst Fae or vampire alike that Fae blood so tended to appeal to vampires far more potently than any other. Fae as a very species so having suffered the effects of that vampiric favouritism across the centuries and yet- if Sebastian held faith in that coven and so decided he wished them present then Dorian was wholly determined not to question that faith he held in his lover. That reassuring grin finding his lips all the same as that car turned into that airfield.

"Have you given any thought to who you might ask to be your Best Man? I would ask Matteo if he were not my father and I quite think Father's have their own job at weddings, even if I'm not entirely assured what it is yet. Perhaps I might even ask Alexander..."

He near mused those words in clear thought as that car at last pulled to a stop on that tarmac a short distance from that large red and white sea plane, the driver hurrying to open that door, Dorian pausing only to grasp his overnight bag and another chocolate before stepping outside. That wind tugging at his hair and ruffling it thoroughly, the man gesturing to that sea plane then.

"I am told it will take us about an hour to get where I wish for us to go in that. They promise me it will not sink when it lands. Shall we?"

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