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How he so adored to consider that wedding and all those curious details that so went into planning such a modern affair, Dorian wholly finding he rather enjoyed thinking on that splendid day and all that would come with it. It would be a decidedly grand affair in every sense of the word and yet, even despite how truly excited he was for that ceremony and reception it was the very idea that it would see him become Sebastian's husband in that truly official fashion that truly delighted him the most. The mere idea of it so having a habit of spreading that warmth throughout his chest. He had once given up upon the very idea that he might ever be so significant to another in just that fashion, once he had very near fled at the idea, dreaded it almost if only for the assurance that any marriage he had would surely be the very sort that was arranged. A fate he had managed to escape through luck and politics alone. He had never once believed that he might choose that very person he would marry, let alone find himself so hopelessly in love with another that the thought of marriage no longer seemed a dull necessity or a lifetime commitment based upon nothing but his father's desires and a need to unite two territories. The idea of marrying Sebastian an event he could hardly wait for, one he looked forward too with each passing day even if, perhaps, Dorian had not quite truly come to realize just how grand and expansive that ceremony would prove to be.

That very guest list alone had all but shocked him- let alone the speed with which it had been procured for him. His Palace, it seemed, utterly determined to take care of every possible arrangement as soon as possible. The Monarch never before having considered just how many weddings he himself had been invited to in all that time he had remained away from the world. The idea that it might be some sort of slight not to invite those whom had extended invitation to him- despite his never having met them- hardly having occurred to the man at all. Even if it did make sense- he supposed. Dorian content to offer Sebastian just that sentiment as he lent back within the fine leather of his seat. It was almost amusing, truly, that Sebastian might find himself fearing to forget someone, while Dorian so struggled to place the vast majority of his own pre-prepared list. The Monarch having viewed that document several times during those last few days they had spent in Turin- he was sure he knew none of them. That soft consideration from his Consort saw his gaze readily return to the man then, Sebastian reminding him of those political advantages so to speak, even if that wedding day was surely designed to be about far more. His lover holding a decidedly good point all the same. A royal wedding not at all without its politics even if the suggestion of such topics would surely be veritably considered unmentionable on the day itself. Dorian's own features near pensive in that moment before his head nodded.

"Yes, I do suppose you're right. It is a good opportunity to establish something of a relationship with those other dignitaries if nothing else- they will surely all want to meet you too. If only so they can go home and gossip about us both."

That smile managed to tug at his features all the same, some aspects of court life hardly having changed since his own time. Dorian entirely well aware that a significant portion of those guests, invited purely for diplomacy, would attend entirely to judge everyone and everything before taking back that information to their own courts. The Fae nearly having become used to Sebastian and himself being by far some of the most gossiped about beings on the very face of the earth itself. The vast majority of that information printed about them often largely inaccurate if not completely incorrect altogether. His own head shook lightly as if to dismiss such idle thoughts before asking after just whom Sebastian himself might have chosen to invite. His staff from Belton hardly a surprise. Dorian quite finding he looked forward to seeing that pair again. That mention of Arlo perhaps equally as anticipated and yet this idea of his 'pet thing' momentarily seeing Dorian's own eyes lift. He was nothing if not curious of the Were breed in itself and yet the notion of a vampire keeping one as a pet seemed....truly odd if nothing else. Surely such an arrangement was not common? Did not the girl mind at all? Dorian finding his thoughts near and queries near quickly gathering upon the subject as his gaze remained upon Sebastian then as the vampire shook his head. Dorian's nose scrunching slightly at the idea Arlo treated his 'pet' like a stray cat! The Monarch supposing Sebastian was at least right in that assertion that, if the woman minded, she surely had every opportunity not to be an animal. The idea of human coloured eyes prompting further thought before that simple suggestion to have them over arose from within him. Was that not what couples did, after all? Had other couples over? Dorian quite finding he almost liked the idea of having friends they themselves had made outside of those royal and political circles that could be nothing if not suffocating at times. Sebastian's ready agreement only pleasing him further. Dorian finding himself curious of this Arlo whom had so managed to befriend his lover- and this....red panda.

"I have never in my life heard of such a creature. I shall command the phone to ask google for me later this evening, I quite think I should like to see this elusive creature."

That very panda was all but forgotten in those moments that followed, the sudden mention of Sebastian's coven readily drawing his attention then. Dorian never once having heard his lover mention such a thing- let alone his involvement in it. His own knowledge of those more vampiric groups was decidedly limited. The Fae King knowing little outside of the very notion that a coven so consisted of a group of vampires between which some comradery existed. As to what was its purpose or just what those vampires did he held little knowledge. Dorian willing to except it merely as 'vampire business'. Sebastian's lack of mentioning it, until now, affording him that very knowledge that such an organisation was perhaps not terribly.....high upon the mans list of priorities. That alone perhaps providing answer to that query as to whether they might be offended to lack invitation. Dorian so unable to prevent that slight touch of....unease within himself all the same. He was, surely, entirely inclined to like vampires. After all, his experience with those he had met so far had been nothing short of pleasant in the very least- his very soul so committed to one! Yet that simple practicality so had a habit of finding him all the same. Dorian protective of those people whom served him directly, the man unwilling to test the boundaries of vampiric control in such a situation as his very wedding if Sebastian should have any doubt of their steadfastness. Dorian almost hesitant to voice such a concern and yet it would seem Sebastian was perhaps equally practical in that assumption, if not that simple indifference to such beings as he mentioned them. Not one of those names familiar in any sense. This mention of someone being an 'ass' prompting that chuckle from within him.

"I don't believe I've ever heard you call someone an 'ass'. By British standards he must be truly terrible to earn such a word of description from you."

Such words were entirely teasing, Dorian allowing one eye to arch upwards then in that clear playfulness as Sebastian waved the idea of that coven away altogether, Dorian hardly finding himself displeased in the choice. The Monarch having come to realise rather quickly that the British were almost strikingly polite even when attempting not to be. Dorian still acquainting himself with those degrees of displeasure he was coming to recognise within his lovers own speech. The Fae King so far having learned that whenever his consort spoke on the phone to those investors or business partners that 'fine' very rarely meant fine at all. Such a baffling people the British were at times! That shift in conversation to the idea of Giles as Sebastian's best man seeing the warm simper to return to his lips.

"I think, were you to ask him, that he would be utterly delighted."

He offered but a moment later. Dorian considering his own choices near out loud. The simple lack of long-term male companions within his life rather showing in that moment. Dorian so contemplating asking if Alexander might fulfil such a role. After all, the man was his very godfather and in one fashion or another had been present and aware of him his entire life. Sebastian taking that moment to suggest two other companions he might consider, that look of further contemplation touching his features then.

"Yes, you are right. I shall have to think on it. I have known Troy for quite some time now, although with a baby to be born in the coming months he might be otherwise occupied. As for Dareios, I quite like him, we get on very well- our relationship perhaps more business based though. Still- they are good thoughts all the same, thank you."

Any further consideration of those potential candidates was abruptly halted by their arrival at that airfield. Dorian grasping his overnight bag as he slipped from that car with a nod of thanks to the driver, that wind tugging at his hair and casting it askew as he gestured toward that bright red and white seaplane that awaited them. This, he knew, a decided surprise in more ways than one- his own apprehension of both water and planes entirely well known and yet he was confident it would be worth it. It hardly took long to find themselves seated in that plane, Dorian near amused with the fashion in which Sebastian attempted to assure they were both fully secure in those seats before the aircraft took off. There was something both exhilarating and terrifying in that flight all the same. Dorian so caught between desires to look out those windows and so assure himself of the security of that aircraft all at once. The man pausing briefly to point out that port of La Truballe as they passed over it, that North Atlantic Ocean stretching out before them then before that island of Hoedic came in to view. The plane slowly beginning to descend further and further downward and yet it was hardly at that relatively large island that plane was aimed. A left turn seeing them head further out once more and towards a veritable speck of land amidst the dark ocean/ Dorian finding himself near holding his breath for that landing and yet, somehow, that plane managed not to sink beneath those small waves as it skittered across the surface to stop at that singular wooden dock. Dorian rather pleased to make that small jump from the plane to secure land once more. That grin upon his features surely partly due to the relief of that safe landing as he waited for his lover to join him before making his way down that dock and towards that glorious sand and palm tree decorated beach. Several torches lighting their way, flickering brightly in that darkness. His hand finding his lovers own

"This is Petit Mulon Island. It is a private island with just one home upon it."

He stepped gently onto that sand then, wandering several paces through it before stepping onto the path so light by those little solar powered lights that led through that jungle-like foliage, winding its way to the centre of that island where that glorious, near breath-taking island retreat stood. That luxury bungalow aglow from the soft light of those torches and lanterns, the home crafted from polished wood and stone, a veranda travelling the entire expanse of it with those very walls themselves capable of folding back to open that entire home to the beach and air. That bedroom the only room truly concealed- just as the Monarch had so ensured to keep that sun away from his lover while he slept. His words entirely soft then, that firelight casting such a pleasant plethora of patterns about as Dorian paused on that veranda.

"It has no electricity- we will have to make do with torches and lanterns and candles and yet I think we will manage. I thought we might spend the night here and sleep for half the day or so before enjoying such a place in the daylight together. I am told there are plenty of creatures to see beneath the water if you wish to swim come the morning, plus there is a very nice hot tub in what I think is technically the lounge room. Yet, do you know quite what else I like about this place?"

He paused for but a moment, his gaze lifted to his lover then.

"The waters around it and the air above it belong to the French Military, neither commercial nor private boats or planes can enter the space without military clearance which means we are utterly unreachable by the press in any sense. We are the only two beings on this island at all, I was allowed to bring us here because- this is my island. I do rather hope you like it, Mon Cher. As it turns out, I own rather a few of them."

That impish grin so readily found him then, Dorian leaning upward to press his lips to his lovers own in that truly intimate kiss- the very sort of kiss that so came with the knowledge that nothing and no one was around for miles to dictate but any of their actions. That pure and perfect privacy so simply achieved.

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