It was a curious thing, in every sense, to so attempt to consider that life Matteo had led while his own was so veritably on a hold of sorts within the walls of his own palace. More so, to consider the sheer number of years his Father had lived was perhaps even more incomprehensible. Even for all Dorian's own terribly long life, it was not even quite half off what Matteo have lived and perhaps in this Sebastian was entirely right. A third benefactor to his Will was hardly as surprising as the idea that there was only three. Of all the people in the world the Frenchman surely knew, of all the people he had loved, cared for, befriended or shared some experience with he had chosen so few of them. Dorian's own features frowned slightly with those further considerations that tugged at the curiosity of his mind. Inquisitiveness had, always, been something of a fault within his own personality. Dorian so unable not to know or indeed if he did- he so strove to find out those answers whenever possible. Sebastian, in all his truly good nature, was more often than not willing to indulge such curiosities even if the vampire himself was hardly as intrigued in whatever that oddity was. His husband so often content to be that very voice of logic in his efforts to guide him towards those answers and yet it seemed this answer would not be so easily obtained. The matter of reading another beings Will evidently one that law seemed keen to protect. Dorian wholly content to pout at the very idea that, even with all his own power, he might yet be forbidden from requesting such documents without Matteo's direct permission.

Yet how the mystery off this third person might dance within his thoughts! His Father was a distinctly private person, his affairs unknown to most, even Dorian himself knowing only a portion of what the Frenchman surely did with his time and yet Matteo did not chose people lightly. Alexander, he knew, had been at his Father's side for several thousand years. Dorian himself was his own son, Matteo so forever a fixture in his life in some fashion or another and yet whom could such a third person be? Whom else could fit such criteria? Had he already met such a person and hardly known it? Such idle wonderings were uttered allowed as the Monarch lent easily into Sebastian's embrace, his silvery gaze turned slightly upward to meet that ardent blue off his lovers own. Sebastian, as always, providing an angle of thought Dorian himself had so failed to consider. Perhaps Matteo still planned an introduction. For a more suitable time when Sebastian and himself were not quite so as engaged within the affairs of the world- or one another. Dorian quite assured that later was near impossible and yet Sebastian's insistence he had monopolized him only furthered that warm simper. A soft chuckle finding its way from his lips. Dorian so resigning himself to the fact he might surely have to ask his Father for that Will. That near dramatic sigh was content to fall from him as he lay back against his husband. Dorian assured there was no good in being King if one could not demand Will's. Sebastian rather assured that ability to leave dinners was surely the most alluring. The Monarch so allowing that playful rolls off his eyes before those accented words found his lips.

"I cannot say I am not fond of my ability to abandon dinners. It is a terribly critical power. One I think is worth ascending the throne for. As for your monopolizing me, I am rather pleased you did- and I am quite assured you should continue."

The very tease within those words was surely clear, that simper upon his lips equally so. Dorian quite assured he so desired Sebastian to monopolize him for the entirety of his life, his fingers so brushing over that very wedding ring that rested upon them with a clear affection at just such a thought. How he had once been so against the idea off his own marriage and yet- how he adored it now. It was the very utterance of those legal terms, however, that so readily seemed to ensnare the Monarch's attention in the manner they always did. Sebastian so having a habit of sounding so very formal, so very professional, when he spoke of them. Such a thing so decidedly appealing in every fashion to the Italian King. How very sexy he was when he spoke in just such a way! Dorian assured he would be nothing but supportive of any plans the vampire might have to return to that legal field. The Monarch content to announce just such a thing as he so turned to face his lover once more. Sebastian so hardly given a chance to offer more than that chuckle as Dorian's lips so eagerly found his own. That simple desire from before so hardly having lessened. Sebastian, it seemed, was wholly eager to take up that very gesture. That fleeting touch of the vampires tongue against his lower lip eagerly prompting the Monarch to part them and allow his lover that deeper, far more intimate kiss Dorian himself so utterly adored. How he relished in that deeper kiss! That blissful, glorious sensation and simple closeness it afforded him. Dorian quite assured he desired only more and yet....that driver surely did not.

It was with no small measure of reluctance that the Monarch so at last eased himself away, that soft sigh on Sebastian's lips readily aligning with his own thoughts on such a thing. Dorian so forced to return to his place leaning against his lover. How unfortunate that cars should require drivers! His hands reached once more for that ipad then. Dorian wholly willing to fulfil that earlier promise of allowing Sebastian to see that terribly fancy legal document his own team had been sent by Matteo's in the wake of those negotiations. Sebastian's assurance that Dorian's own talent for such artistic designs was surely inherited readily prompted that chuckle to his lips once more.

"At least I do my own, I am certain Matteo hires someone for this. I have never seen my Father draw anything. Although I suspect he designed it."

Perhaps his own love for those artistic pieces did indeed branch from Matteo in some fashion. Dorian rather inclined to find he liked such a thought even if he remained unsure of exactly why it might appease him so. That car so easily came to a stop upon that tarmac then, the driver rushing to open the doors and allow them out. Dorian entwining his fingers with Sebastian's own as they made their way toward that plane, the sheer wind created so thoroughly tussling both their hair despite Dorian's attempts to right it. Sebastian insisting he looked ravishing all the same. That good-natured grin easily finding the Monarch.

"Darling, I think you are entirely biased- but thank you. I've always thought you like quite good with tousled hair yourself."

That soft chuckle echoed upon his lips as they easily ascended the stairs before finding their seats within that lavish jet. Dorian all-too keen to wave away that offer of wine. The Monarch assured alcohol was the last thing he desired. How very hungover he might look suddenly of critical importance. Dorian readily meeting Sebastian's gaze as the vampire studied him only to assure him he perhaps looked a little tired, rather than hungover. That, in the least, was perhaps permissible. Dorian nodding in ready agreement with such a judgement before shifting further down his chair only to rest his head within Sebastian's lap in a decided moment of un-royalness. Dorian, for once, so hardly caring for those plane staff and their opinion. That plane mercifully free of cameras or recording devices or political reporters the sort that would surely be waiting for them at the other end. Dorian quite assured he simply needed that moment to rest his eyes. He was wholly aware of Sebastian's arm so draping over him. That singular gesture decidedly welcomed. Those softly uttered words prompting that smile to his features all the same. Dorian quite about to argue he surely needed only a minute or two before that very tiredness he felt so suddenly seemed near eclipsing. The Monarch utterly oblivious to that touch off his husbands power in that moment. Dorian sighing softly, contentedly, before that very sleep overtook him entirely.

That sleep was by far one of the most peaceful he had so ever had upon a plane, indeed, perhaps one of the most restful he had ever experienced. That very flight so seeming to take no time at all! His gaze so fluttered open in those moments in which the wheels landed upon that Corsican soil. Dorian gently lifting his head from his lovers lap if only to blink several times in near confusion about just where he was. Surely they had not arrived already? Heavens but how long had he slept!? That near quizzical gaze turned briefly back to Sebastian then, the vampire appearing almost amused in a fashion as Dorian so turned to peer out that window before glancing back to Sebastian once more.

"Are we here already? Goodness but that was fast! Do you know, I feel considerably better though?"

That sleep, it seemed, had worked near wonders for the Fae. Dorian sitting back within his own seat to run his fingers through his hair to right it once more. The Monarch working to straighten his tie in the same moment and brush those creases from his jacket. An amusement of sorts readily seeming to find his features as he glanced to Sebastian once more.

"I fear I fell asleep on you again, Mon Cher. I really must rectify this. I cannot believe I slept the entire flight, you were not to terribly bored were you?"

Twice within two nights he had so fallen asleep upon his very husband! Dorian assured he could not permit a third. Such thoughts, for now, were easily cast aside as that assistant strode toward the pair to inform them of the names and titles of the officials they were surely about to meet. Dorian hurriedly attempting to recall such names as those plane doors were disarmed and that royal red carpet was unrolled at the base of the stairs. Several well dressed men had already congregated at the end of that carpet, Dorian assured he had already forgotten their names.

"Are you ready?"

He inquired softly, waiting for Sebastian to assure him he was before Dorian moved to lead them to those doors, several political photographers already in place, Dorian near blinded by the first off those flashes as he stepped out of that plane. One hand was lifted easily in that wave, that smile upon his features one well-practised and easily summoned. Those photographers hurrying to train their lenses on Sebastian in turn. Dorian so waited at the base of the stairs for his husband to join him on that laid-out carpet before they strode together towards those waiting officials. Those pleasantries and handshakes readily undertaken before more of those official photos were snapped. The President smiling warmly at them both. "We are truly pleased you have chosen Corsica as the final destination for your honeymoon. We are deeply honoured, please, come inside, we have brought your gift with us Your Majesty, Your Highness." Dorian so allowed his gaze to glance briefly toward Sebastian then in clear surprise that they had brought that gift with them. Surely one would not transport furniture to an airport?

"It is very generous of you and your people to offer us a gift, you surely did not have to."

Just what on earth this gift was remained to be seen. Dorian following the President into that airport terminal then where only more photographers awaited, those flashing lights flickering and dancing within his vision before the President walked further ahead of them, the man handed something by another before turning back to face them with that tiny ball of brown and black brindle fur within his arms. Dorian's eyes readily widening in sheer surprise. This is our gift to you, from the People of Corsica, a Cursinu, the national dog of our people, our guardian and our protector- to be your guardian and protector. The President so proceeded to hold out that wriggling ball of puppy fur, the little creature frantically attempting to lick the Presidents hands as its feet flailed all about. That very shock on the Monarch's features surely blatantly clear.

"I...oh my.....this was....this was very unexpected. How...lively he appears. This is a truly generous gift. The Prince and I would be glad to accept it."

That very shock, it seemed, had so found its way into his words. Dorian quick to recover all the same as he so reached out to take that brown and black puppy that jumped and tumbled about in his grasp. Those cameras flashing furiously as the President grinned his delight. Dorian glancing toward Sebastian then in clear bewilderment. Those words offered softly then and toward the vampire alone.

"Well, it is not a dining room set. Oh, look out- he's got me..."

That tiny puppy so scrambled within Dorians arms once more, his tiny puppy teeth latching onto the Monarch's tie much to the amusement of the entire crowd as it shook its head furiously, those tiny puppy growls echoing about the room. Dorian quite unable to prevent that simper of amusement on his lips at such antics even if Sebastian and himself had so failed to discuss a sibling for Maxwell in any near future. They would surely need to discuss this the moment they were alone and yet how on earth could they have turned such a gift down in front of the very country? How unanticipated this entire night had been!