Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

Dorian could so hardly say he did not feel perhaps a guilty over so attempting to avoid the majority of his staff in the moments after the meeting had been dismissed. He knew, most assuredly, that Benito would likely seek Sebastian and himself in those moments afterwards and yet- that talk of finances and properties and paperwork and indeed those veritable changes the Monarch had so instructed be carried out throughout his own government had taken several hours longer then he had anticipated. Dorian, by that very token, so assured Sebastian and himself surely deserved something of a break- even if only for an hour or so. The Fae King, in that moment, rather desiring to see their throne room if only so they might consider those renovations to be had. A prospect the Monarch felt was decidedly exciting in every sense and far more intriguing that whatever paperwork he was sure Benito would summon them to attend to. How useful that very power for invisibility might be! The pair so effortlessly passing by a number of their staff, including Benito himself as they made their way to the throne room. Dorian's hand wholly content to remain within his lovers own as he led the way down that intricate marble staircase and through those halls with a practiced ease before pausing but briefly at the throne room door to assure no one might see that very door open so seemingly on its own. With that very hall so momentarily clear the Fae King pushed but easily upon that heavy wooden structure to press it open, the pair slipping easily inside with that door closed hurriedly behind them. Dorian so at last releasing his lovers hand then to allow the pair to return to visibility even if there was no one here to see either of them.

Dorian's own silvered gazed turned but briefly from his lover then to eye that room at large. His mind already considering all those places in which he was assured that room might be redone. The sheer amount of history that so existed within this very space was decidedly overwhelming and yet- the very room was but a reflection of the King whom had come before him. Dorian, with his own imprisonment, so hardly having held the either the desire or the need to update that room to something off his own liking as each King before him had done. Yet, here and now, the time so surely seemed right for that room to represent Sebastian and himself. In the least it should be brought into the modern age! Dorian wholly determined to, slowly, bring most off his palace into modernity regardless of how long it might take. The thrones, of course, required a complete remodel. Dorian assured that between Sebastian and himself they might design something truly splendid and yet the rest of the room, in turn, could surely benefit from some measure of updating. Dorian, in that moment, wholly content to eye that red carpet that ran the length of either side of the room. That very consideration so parting his lips only for Sebastian to agree it had seen vastly better days. The vampire insisting, in turn, that he had preferred the silver blue that room had displayed upon their last visit. Dorian so unable to help that warm simper that found his lips and too- the ready chuckle that fell from it.

"Darling, it changes with the seasons. Depending on what season it is the room is either decorated in red or silver blue- although I am quite partial to the silver blue myself. Everything in our palace is red- it could surely not hurt to have a little more blue. Especially if you find it fitting."

That ready simper so remained upon his lips even as the Monarch grew near introspective once more, Dorian so allowing his arms to fold behind his back in that distinctly habitual fashion as he strode slowly towards their thrones. Dorian content to consider those very colour choices. Blue was a pleasing colour even if it lack that royal flare so often attributed to red and purple alone. Yet, Sebastian he knew, quote adored blue and indeed if he himself so apparently suited such a hue then surely it could be considered. Hmm. Perhaps the drapes could be blue with but other touches to accent it. Really, he was going to have to find out how the room had been designed last time. Perhaps the palace had a designer of sorts whom might assist them. Such thoughts, for now, were but readily dismissed. Dorian mounting that dias only to all but collapse into his very throne in a manner decidedly un-royal. One long limb so folded easily over the other then. Dorian content to rest his head within his hand in a manner wholly casual as he eyed his lover at the base of that very podium. The very sight of Sebastian standing as such so prompting that memory of sorts. One he had near all but forgotten of a time when the people of Italy would come each month to that grand hall itself and bow before their King to ask his aid or judgement. How he had enjoyed such things as a child too young and foolish to know the truth of them! That pageantry alone had near enthralled him. Those very days the closest he had ever been allowed to those common folk and how they had intrigued him! They way they spoke had been so different to any other way he knew, the problems of their lives had seemed fascinating to him even if he had not understood them and their clothing! Those sheepskins and leather jerkins held together with rough stitching and fur-lined hats had been such a novelty to a young Prince whom had seen so little of the outside world. How long it had taken him to realise that, in the end, Ferdinand had helped decidedly few. At least- not unless they paid.

His features frowned but lightly with that very memory before uttering it to Sebastian in turn. His husband, it seemed, not at all unfamiliar with such a tradition even if it had long ago ceased to be the manner in which the Monarchy so dealt with the public in any real sense. How unfortunate it was, in some sense, that he might no longer be given the chance to speak directly to the public in such a manner. Perhaps, were such things still done in such a way- he might well have been made more aware of those issues he had learned off only this very night! His own head shook but lightly once more, Dorian content, for now, to dismiss such ideas. Another consideration so readily having taken hold off his thoughts all the same. The Fae King rather assured he might still be given that chance to address his people in some fashion- even if his 'people' might be Sebastian alone. That impish, playful grin so finding his lips then as he so suddenly asked after Sebastian's own problems as if his husband were a farmer come to stand before the King. His lover effortlessly picking up upon that game as Dorian's grin widened only more. Sebastian so dropping into that bow then, one, Dorian suspected, that was far nicer than any commoner had ever perfected and yet he so hardly afforded it any comment as Sebastian insisted his sheep had been thieved, in a fashion, by his neighbours. Did the common folk so often name their sheep? Perhaps they did. Dorian considering that very prospect for a moment as he so struggled to keep that amusement from his features in turn.

"Oh, I see. This is quite the issue you bring this day. We must consider this."

How easily he fell back into that very manner of speech that had punctuated the age and time in history from which he had come! Dorian so having failed to refer to himself as 'we' in well over a year. The Monarch, so finally, having managed to shake that very habit and yet here and now it so returned with gusto. Dorian sitting back within that chair for a moment then in an effort to so appear contemplative, that ready amusement so surely clear upon his features despite his efforts to contain it. That very simper so lingering upon Sebastian's own lips equally as clear. Dorian so lifting his fingers then to press them together, several of them tapping lightly against one another as if this matter of sheep was of desperately great importance. How wholly curious it was to so consider sheep! That silence continuing for but a moment longer before those accented words so found him once more.

"One must consider whether or not Bartholomew's straying into your neighbours field might be considered trespassing on the part of the sheep, in which case your neighbour may hold rights to the animal. Yet too, you say this is a prized sheep and by that very notion your neighbour surely knows it is yours and yet wilfully keeps him from you which is against our common law as spoken by God and Crown both. This is a conundrum you bring, but we think we may have an answer."

Dorian so paused then, if only for that added effect (some things, it seemed, inherited directly from Matteo when it came to showmanship) before he moved to rise from his throne, his arms so folded behind his back as he stood before Sebastian then. That impish grin once more tugging at his lips at such an amusing game. Dorian once more struck with that very notion of just how much he so adored his husband. The man whom had, this very night, so shared with him everything he owned. That very flutter of warmth so danced within his chest even despite his distinct efforts to remain in character. His silver gaze so meeting his lovers own.

"You have several options, I think. The Crown can send men to your neighbours farm to order the return of your Bartholomew and see it carried out, the Crown can, by that same measure, have your neighbour pay you for the sheep if you should rather the coin then the animal itself- or we have but a final option. The Crown can take, from its own flocks, several sheep and upon returning Bartholomew to you, we shall give your neighbour another sheep to replace it so neither of you need go throughout for the winter- plus several more sheep to boost both your flocks because the Crown is generous although such generosity I do not think is free, no."

Dorian's own head shook but lightly then, that simper still in place despite his efforts to maintain that seriousness. The Fae surely failing but hopelessly in that moment as he so continued with that very preposition.

"The crown has decided we find you quite attractive and if you would be willing to spend a night within the royal sheets we would consider the third option. If you should prove to be greatly sufficient at such a task we might even add a goat to our offer."

That, it seemed, was so far as Dorian was wholly capable of going without laughing. That very chuckle falling readily from him then despite his efforts to stifle it. His gaze lingering expectantly upon his husband all the same.

"Well then, what doth you choose?"