It was not a truly difficult thing, in any sense, to see that near flicker of judgement that seemed to linger upon the features of that bright young woman whom sat opposite him in the wake of Matteo's near flippitantly mentioned pleasure in the very affair that had seen Dorian's own conception. Yet, for now, the Monarch made no effort to offer any details upon that story in depth. At least not in the presence of the Frenchman. Such would surely be the height of improper etiquette. To discuss the affairs of another was surely better done when that other was not within the room. Even if Dorian suspected Matteo might already know of the conversation. At least, if the man had looked into that immediate future, although why he would bother with such Dorian hardly knew in any sense. Still, perhaps after his Father left he might see to informing Raven of the truth of that tale. One, he suspected, that would change her mind thoroughly on whatever impression it was she might have formed of the two-thousand year old Fae before her- at least to some degree.

It was with no small measure of surprise that Dorian so regarded the elder man now. Matteo, it seemed, having met Raven once before a number of years ago. The young woman hardly appearing to recall it and yet, if she were as young as she was he was hardly surprised. The memories of a child were fleeting and often singular. Certain places or particular events far more likely to be recalled then individuals. Specifically those individuals whom had visited only once in a vast expanse of years. The very notion that his own fate had crossed with Raven's in some display of that eventual meeting was a curious one and yet he was not terribly surprised to learn that Matteo had acted upon the very curiosity and so found that woman from his visions- then still a child. Curiosity, it seemed, was a trait well shared between Father and Son. That surprise so continuing to ligner at that explanation of that teleportation. All these years he had thought the man simply incapable! Dorian hardly considering it might very well be because of some unfortunate tendency to kill whomever he travelled with. Such information was near baffling to the Monarch, Dorian struggling to comprehend it as Raven and Matteo continued that conversation, the Frenchman resting lackidastically upon the arm of that sofa as he continued to sip at that tea in that same calm, unflappable manner as always. Dorian was rather certain that he had never, in nearly six hundred years, seen the other Fae distressed or hurried in any sense. It was a curious trait.

Raven's query on just when and how the Frenchman had paid that visit saw Dorian's own silvered gaze turn towards. The Fae King curious of that tale all at once as the other Fae merely nodded his head in that simple ascent. A small simper touching his features at this mention of Raven's Alpha. "Yes I did. Can he now? It is a remarkable talent to be able to transport others safely with you. I am not surprised to hear it feels unusual though. For a body not designed for it I imagine you must feel quite nauseous." Dorian's own head tilted slightly then, the Fae considering the possibility of teleportation. His near ancient manner of thinking decidedly uncomfortable with it even if he found himself intrigued at the notion all the same. Perhaps Matteo and Raven's Alpha were comfortable with such things, Dorian inclined to remain assured they hardly seemed safe. It was that comment upon Raven herself however that sae his attention return to the pair. Fate, it seemed, having destined the young woman to meet her fiance from the very beginning. Raven seeming readily intrigued by the notion as Matteo merely continued rest his gaze upon her, the man's finger tracing the edge of that china cup before that soft chuckle rose form him. "You ask a difficult question jeune. Each being whom is born has many thousands of paths to follow, each path has a thousand more leading from it. Each choice, each decision, each thought may change the path one is on. You were not quite the same in every future, nor was he, but always you met. Though not always was the outcome the same. As for the matter of soulmates, yes, I believe they exist."

"So do I."

Dorian uttered near softly then. That simper touching his lips as he so regarded his female companion. Indeed, that manner of soulmates was one he knew to be decidedly true. He had seen the existence off them with his very own eyes and yet- those powers Sebastian possessed over them were not his secret to tell. Rather, it was merely his belief in them he offered then, as if this, somehow, might bring Raven some sense of assurance in turn. Perhaps one day he would need ask Sebastian if Raven and Tobias truly shared that red thread between them as Matteo seemed to believe. The Fae commenting then on the strength of that couple. Raven hardly seeming to believe it. That warm simper resting still on Matteo's lips and yet those accented words were almost gentle then, as they were offered to the young woman. Darling, fate does not have feelings. It does not forgive any more then it punishes. I shall tell you something I know to be quite true. We only forfeit our power when we believe we have none and you, my dear, have a very great power even if you have not yet realised it. Tobias is strong, to be sure, but he is far stronger with you. I do not know why fate seemed so determined to bind you- but fate does nothing without reason. In time you will see." The frenchman so falling silent then as Dorian merely frowned but slightly.

"Must you always talk in riddles?"

There was hardly any true harshness to those words, Dorian merely finding himself almost exasperated with the man and yet, he found he could not disagree with that sentiment all the same. Power had so many ways of being measured. For Raven to believe she had none was almost disheartening. Matteo surely right in his insistence that, regardless of what she believed, some strength surely existed. Dorian assured of it. Nothing about Raven was weak in any sense. Her features seeming to brighten at that mention of books and her declaration she read as much as she could, her Alpha clearly indulging that love of them. Dorian himself grinning readily then as Matteo finished his tea. The Frenchman smiling in turn. He seems a good man, your Alpha. I am pleased to hear of your love of reading though. It will serve you very well. You should ask Dorian to see his library, I am sure he would indulge you. I think the time has come for me to take my leave, but it was a great pleasure to meet you Raven- again."

Dorian Aragona