Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

The Monarch had known, decidedly well and for some time, the Sebastian was not so terribly fond of their thrones as Dorian himself had come to be over those veritable centuries of life in which he had sat upon that blue velvet chair that had, once, been considered the very pinnacle of fashion. Yet, even Dorian himself was not so terribly attached to that chair not to admit that it had become more then merely dated. Indeed, if what Sebastian said was true, and Dorian wholly believed it to be so, then their thrones were not nearly so grand as many of the rest of the worlds Monarchs. Dorian quite unable to stand the notion that on this they might be left behind. Not when he was so striving to bring the rest of his palace and too- his leadership as a whole into the current century. Sebastian's soft insistence that he would surely understand all the more upon viewing Queen Elizabeth's throne prompting a soft nod from the Fae King in turn. Dorian quite hoping that when they visited Sebastian's former Monarch she might be entirely inclined to show them her throne room- if only so he might see a more modern representation off such a thing then his own. A rather small part of the Monarch equally as determined to assure their thrones were more impressive then England's in turn even if he was not entirely sure as to why he desired such a thing- foolish as it surely was.

That announcement of their names readily saw the pair step into that meeting room then, those large double doors closed behind them to afford them that privacy as Carlo hurriedly rose from his seat to bow to each in turn and offer those introductions. Dorian moved readily then to take his own seat at the head of the table, Sebastian sitting to his immediate left in that position reserved eternally for his husband alone, Carlo left to take that remaining seat and organise those papers spread out before him. It was, perhaps, no true secret that Dorian did not enjoy those matters of finance in any true sense. The Italian was, as always, nothing but dutiful to his royal tasks and yet Dorian had so eternally struggled with those understandings of modern-day economics. The world of money had changed so dramatically that, even despite his efforts to understand, the Fae so often found his knowledge lacking when those around him spoke of money or value or tax. Dorian had grown up in a world in which his education had so begun and ended with a basic understanding of the money off his own time. He had so never been expected to take that throne and as such his education had centered around merely providing him that skill to run his own household as opposed to the country itself. His imprisonment for all those years not only catapulting the eternally youthful King to that throne but so requiring that he adapt, suddenly, to an entirely new form of money, including that now 'invisible' coinage that so existed in credit cards. This, surely, a decidedly gigantum task for any being. Dorian's staff, for the most part, having taken over such tasks and yet- with his country so requiring his leadership once more those palace staff had, slowly, begun to attempt to return that monetary control to Dorian at large. Even if the Monarch seemed all but oblivious to the value of money.

That piece of paper that so dictated what the pair had earned last year alone was pressed towards them then, Dorian so glancing toward that figure before pressing that paper toward Sebastian in turn as if that very sum was entirely expected. The very silence from his husband so seeing Dorian glance toward his lover once more. Sebastian's features appearing decidedly baffled as he queried that very amount. Carlo, as if taken aback at the very idea his numbers might be questioned, was quick to assure the vampire that number was entirely correct. Dorian himself so allowing his hand to rest upon his husbands arm then and draw his attention toward him. The Fae so attempting to explain that number and just who had paid it to them. This, it seemed, one part of their finances the Monarch did understand. Sebastian so continuing to stare at him for several long moments until Dorian was wholly assured it was Sebastian whom seemed to fail to understand the fashion in which one might be paid for work. That sudden, near high-pitched tone to his lovers voice as he repeated that very number printed upon the paper so seeing Dorian's own eyes lift. Was he still terribly confused?

"Yes, Mon Cher, that is eighty million between us both, not each. Part of it is mine and part of it is yours. Although from now on it will merely go into our joint account for us both to use."

Dorian's own gaze so glanced toward Carlo as if seeking some assurance this explanation was right. Sebastian so returning to staring at the paper with consternation as Dorian's own head shook lightly. The vampire, surely, simply needed a moment to understand those figures. The Fae King remaining distinctly unaware that it was the very amount that seemed to distress his husband rather then attempting to understand where it had come from. Dorian instead content to direct that conversation toward that joint bank account to be opened. Carlo so readily begun to sort those papers once more, pressing several forward to both the King and Prince in turn with the insistence they need be signed and that, once he had spoken to Sebastian's own accountant, that very account would be active within a day. Dorian reached easily for his own pen, his signature put willingly to each of those papers his name was required as Sebastian added his own name in turn before pressing them back to Carlo. The little Fae man proceeding to pass another piece of paper to Dorian alone with the insistence this was his personal account, seperate from the crown and that he should surely review it. Dorian's silver gaze glanced down toward that paper once more, eyeing that number a moment before querying those renovations he had so contemplated before they had entered the room. Carlo quick to assure him it was wholly doable. Dorian passing that paper to Sebastian in turn in clear satisfaction with such knowledge. The Monarch, once more, so seemingly oblivious to the number printed on that page. Sebastian's features so shifting once more. How very oddly he was behaving today! Dorian content to query whether or not his husband was entirely alright only to be presented with that distinctly British phrase. Followed very closely by another.

That very query as to whether or not he was 'off his trolley' readily saw the Monarch blink in confusion. What on earth this trolley was Sebastian seemed to ask after was entirely lost upon him. Dorian so momentarily struggling to find an answer to a question he wholly believed to be literal. Perhaps Sebastian wanted to buy a trolley? Carlo, for his part, was quite clearly taken by surprise in turn. Both Fae so merely watching as Sebastian only appeared to become decidedly more exasperated. Carlo's own lips parted then, Dorian so merely raising hand ever so slightly to silence the other man. It was, he was certain, far better to merely let Sebastian finish even if he was not wholly assured just exactly what his husband was so speaking about. The vampire gestured toward that paper once more before speaking of the mafia and the judicial system and taxes. That very understanding so seeming to dawn within the Monarch that it was hardly that Sebastian failed to understand that money, but rather, the vampire so struggled to comprehend the amount they had and how it should be spent. Sebastian wholly content to continue then with that isistance he could so hardly believe Dorian had not been awash with marriage proposals for this alone, if not outrightly kidnapped and that they, surely, had been paid for existing. Sebastian so turning his attention to Carlo then, Dorian quite unable to prevent that faint touch of amusement upon his features as the vampire so attempted to extract answers from the treasurer in turn. The poor man quite unable to decide whether or not he was so being berated or accused in some fashion. Sebastian's head at last falling into his hands as that silence prevailed. Dorian so left to glance between the pair for a moment, a look of concern so finding its way to his features and yet, while that lack of economic knowledge was so surely a veritable weakness to his rule, his near unfailing ability to remain distinctly calm in the wake of a veritable outburst from his husband was surely a strength.

"Carlo? Could you afford us a moment please."
"Of course your Majesty. Your Highness."

That nod was given to each in turn as Carlo so hurried from that room, the door shutting closed behind him. Dorian so at last left alone with Sebastian once more. The Monarch rising smoothly from his seat then to wander towards his lover. Dorian easing himself up upon that table then and beside Sebastian's own form. His silver gaze meeting the vampires own when Sebastian so finally managed to lower his hands.

"Darling, you seem a little stressed. I think you actually scared my treasurer a little with your Britishness. You become very.....accented when your flustered."

That soft chuckle rose easily from within him then. Dorian, as he so often was, a veritable picture of calm even within that somewhat precarious situation. His attention so deviated towards that piece of paper that detailed that very number within his account that had so seemingly distressed his lover to begin with. A slight frown finding his features then. That piece of paper picked up between his fingers with a soft sigh.

"I do not know how much money this is, Bastian. The last time I was required to understand any sort of monetary matters I was nineteen years old and we used a form of currency that does not exist today. I missed five hundred years worth of ecnonmic change. Things I once knew no longer make sense to me anymore and I do not think it is any great secret that financial matters are not my most favoured."

That simper so found his lips once more, that very look so hardly faltering as he continued.

"These things you spoke of though, this Mafia and unemployment and judicial system- are they truly as in need of repair as you say?"

The Monarch so paused once more, his gaze lingering upon his lover as his features so became near contemplative again as those further considerations turned within his thoughts.

"I have suspected for some time that my advisors do not always.....tell me the truth of how bad things became in the time I was absent from my throne. I know they do not mean any harm in it. They are trying to help me become used to ruling again by so informing me of these things slowly and one issue at a time and yet, I should not like them to think that I cannot handle to hear it."

What sort of King would he be if he were incapable of handling those very issues Sebastian so mentioned? He had been told, vaguely, off each of those very matters and yet each one of them had been near glossed over by those very beings whom had so essentially run his country for him in those centuries he could so hardly see to it himself. They had surely meant no harm in it, they had so only been attempting to protect him, in a fashion and yet he no longer needed to rely upon their mere words. He no longer needed to rely upon them to take care of their country for their largely absent King. Even if he so surely had a great deal to learn when it came to finances.

"Italy may be my country to rule but it is also yours, Mon Cher. These things, they are important to you. Perhaps- you would like to see to them? You understand these matters of money so much better than I do myself. In time I am sure I will and yet, perhaps, what Italy needs is your guidance in how this money should be spent, rather then my own. You are, after all, it's Prince."

That warm simper so found his lips once more, Dorian wholly aware that Sebastian was still coming to terms with that title and all it entailed. After all, when it so came to that matter of ruling Sebastian so held near as much power as Dorian himself. That money now both of theirs and indeed his lover should so surely have some say in how it might be spent. That Sebastian cared so passionately for Italy's people was endearing. For all those doubts he was near assured his husband might have over the very ruler he would be- Dorian so held little of them in turn.

"As for my being kidnapped my palace so prevented people getting inside in quite the same fashion it prevented my getting out. Marriage proposals also continued to arrive for quite some time until the world near forgot I existed. I merely did not accept any of them- until yours."

That Carlo had, for five hundred years, safeguarded near the entirety of the money belonging to the royal family and Dorian himself was perhaps nothing short of a monumental achievement. Dorian himself perhaps still somewhat oblivious to the sheer extent of the money he possessed and yet that very desire to repair his country was so surely clear all the same. A near impish simper so suddenly finding his lips.

"I find you quite cute when your flustered. Even if you talk about trolleys."

His head tilted just so, bending down to press his lips to Sebastian's own and steal that sweet, welcomed kiss, the Fae so allowing one hand to run through his lovers hair, tilting Sebastian's head backward just that touch more to deepen that kiss and so relish within the taste of him. Dorian pulling back ever so slightly from that kiss to near utter those words against Sebastian's own.

"Would this be a very terrible time to tell you the gold in my treasury has not been added to the amount in my account? That gold is merely....extra money to what we already have."