Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

That very look of intrigue in the wake of Sebastian's query on those carpets so found its way to Dorian's own features in turn. The Monarch's own gaze shifted to that carpet then if only to further contemplate both its true meaning and indeed the very reasons behind its veritable existence and ever-changing nature. In truth, the Fae King so hardly knew why that very tradition had been started or whom the first ruler to command that change of carpet had been. Rather, it had simply always been so. Dorian had so maintained that tradition if only because Ferdinand had carried it out before him and indeed, before that, his Grandfather Alfonso had seen to it in turn. The Fae King never yet truly considering the veritable reasons behind it until that moment in time. That clear look of contemplation so touching his features as he eyed that carpet then before so returning his attention to his husband with an affirming nod as if to assure him those carpets truly did change each season before those further queries prompted those accented words from his lips.

"Do you know, in all my life, I have never asked why? I don't suppose anyone knows why after all this time though perhaps I shall ask our historian. It seems quite silly really when you consider it that way, to do something for the sake of doing it when no one recalls why and yet it has simply always been so. As for the colour, I suppose it is symbolic really. Red is upon the Italian flag and is the colour of Naples itself. It is also the colour of the Aragona house and has long been the standard for royalty. Perhaps we could change it a little though, or decorate more than just the carpet. I think I should like to see the room change with the seasons. It would make it feel....alive. What do you think?"

How those very ideas might assault him with such fervor! Dorian wholly content to consider that entire room in that moment and just how it might look so decorated properly for each season, perhaps even for holidays to a lesser extent. After all, it would not do to remove the importance of that room or lessen its authority and yet how much more gand it might be! Such ideas so readily taking hold within the Monarch's thoughts as that simper found his lips. Dorian content to continue through that room then, his arms folded behind his back in that age-old habit that so came with a deeper contemplation that prompted the Monarch to revert in a fashion to those by gone times and forgotten mannerisms. The Fae so easily made is way up those small steps then to collapse within his throne, Dorian taking up that far more casual position as he did. The very sort he would so hardly dare to partake off in anyone's company save his own husband and yet with but the eyes of Sebastian alone upon him there was no need for that far more staunch, royal facade. The vampire alone permitted to witness those moments of relaxation.

How readily those memories of the past so found him in turn! Dorian wholly content to share that tale of Ferdinand's rule before him and the manner in which the peasantry had once presented themselves to their King each month to seek his blessing or forgiveness, his judgment or his kindness. How he had adored the excitement of such days and being so close to the very people he was near otherwise forbidden from socializing with. Even if Ferdinand had no, perhaps, done all he could to truly help them. How unfortunate that he himself might surely be denied that very chance in turn. How much easier it might have been, in a way, to hear directly from the people of those issues that plagued their lives and yet too how veritably exhausting it might have been to sit upon his throne all day long and hear but complain after complaint! Still- surely, there was but one chance to relive such an occasion? That impish grin so finding his features then as Dorian so sought to cast his husband into that very role of Sheep Farmer within his imagined Court. A role Sebastian took too readily and in that very fashion his lover so often simply took up whatever it was Dorian so fancied. Ah, but how he adored him for it! That simple willingness of the vampire to indulge that veritably ridiculous moment only prompting that further flutter of his heart and pleasing warmth through his chest. That very love he had for Sebastian as wholly potent as it had ever been. Even if his husband had so named a sheep Bartholomew.

How difficult it was to keep that grin from his features! Dorian so struggling to hold back that laughter as Sebastian in turn so valiantly attempted to uphold his own falsified seriousness. The Fae King so effortlessly falling back into those near ancient patterns of speech that Sebastian had worked for so terribly long to break him from. Dorian so content to refer to himself as 'we' once more and in that manner he had once been accustomed. The Italian King, on those formal occasions, still occasionally prone to such slips of the tongue. Here and now however, he so strove to apply those long-forgotten mannerisms if only for that authenticity. Sebastian's bow was decidedly fine and well-bred for one who claimed to be a peasant and yet the Monarch so allowed such things to slip as his thoughts turned to that very conundrum of sheep and neighbours. Dorian so allowed his fingers to tap together in that veritable show of thought, even as Sebastian's own chuckle echoed softly from within the vampire at that insistence a sheep had trespassed. That grin so threatening to overtake his own features entirely. Dorian rose but easily from that throne then, his gaze, so coloured like the back and tail of a coverts wood pigeon, lingered readily upon that blue off his lovers own as he pronounced those very judgements. His words so hinting at a possible third option if Sebastian might be willing to prompt such generosity. That lift of the vampires eye so hardly missed as an impish grin so found his own features once more. Sebastians query of what might be required off him easily met with that insistence the crown found him attractive. Dorian decidedly sure his husband was nothing short of dashing in every aspect and yet he remained but determined to play that part in that moment- even as Sebastian's laughter so coaxed that very sound from him in turn.

The offering of a goat, for a night in his bed, was most assuredly a fair one. Sebastian so paused in his own considerations in that moment before declaring Dorian to be most generous. The Fae King wholly content to nod as if such a thing was decidedly true. The vampire so considering how valuable a goat might be to his sheep farm then before seeking that permission to approach. How veritably foolish it was and yet how decidedly...alluring such manners were upon his lover. Sebastian, perhaps, had made something of a poor peasant if only for the veritably breeding that echoed from but every part of the englishman's figure! Yet, it was that decided class that had so drawn him to his lover from the beginning. Sebastian's very manner so undeniably...sexy. Even after all that time he had known the man. That veritable want so already beginning to tug at him as his head nodded in that simple permission.

"You may."

Sebastian's approach and indeed- that touch of the man's hands on either side off his neck was wholly welcomed. That sweet press of Sebastian's lips to his own was nothing short of satisfying. Dorian readily returning that very gesture as his own hands lifted to rest upon his lovers waist in some vague effort to seek that further touch and simple closeness. The vampire, as if readily anticipating those very desires, so seeking to deepen that kiss in just the way Dorian adored most of all. That soft sound of satisfaction stirring within his throat. The feeling off his husbands fingers, light though that touch was, so brushing across his chest and abdomen was all-too welcomed. Sebastian's fingers teasingly tracing that hemline off his pants in a wholly tempting fashion before he lent away. Dorian near reluctant to be denied that further taste of his lips and yet how very enticing that husky tone was! The Monarch's very figure every so lightly responding to that tone alone. Ah, but how eagerly Sebastian might inspire that want! That very query on forgoing his sheets however, so prompted that inquisitiveness to his features, one eye lifting ever so slightly then before his own gaze shifted to briefly follow his lovers own to his own throne. How very....daring. Dorian so paused but briefly to assure that very room was decidedly empty as he glanced behind his companion. That throne room door holding no ability to lock. Indeed they might very well be walked in on at any moment and yet who terribly.....exciting such a thought might prove to be. His gaze returned to his companion then.

"The Farmers suggestion is decidedly bold, but we are intrigued. If you so believe you are skilled enough to forgo sheets then we should very much like to see it. Perhaps we might prove even more generous in turn."

That warm simper so found his lips once more, Dorian so gently tugging his lover closer then. That very feel of Sebastian's figure against him wholly satisfying and yet so eagerly coaxing that want for more all at once. The Monarch's lips returned to his lovers own then, Dorian eagerly seeking to deepen that kiss once more, his tongue brushing across his husbands lower lip in that silent request to have the vampire part them. The Italian readily content to tease at his lover as he had done before, his tongue finding that sharpened point of Sebastian's right canine only to press down upon it puncture that sensitive flesh. Those small drops of scarlett blood welling eagerly to the surface and so assaulting his lover with that very taste that so often encouraged Sebastian all the more. Dorian pulling away but slightly from that kiss if only to brush his tongue across his lips in a near habitual gesture and yet one that so adorned them in streaks of that red liquid he knew the vampire craved. How much he so delighted in appealing to all off his lover in turn! Dorian eagerly returning to that kiss once more as his hands flattened against Sebastian's sides to allow his fingers to dip inside the waistband of the vampires pants. The Monarch ever so smoothly allowing his hands to cup the other man's decidedly pleasing butt. Dorian rather assured that very part off his lover was decidedly exceptional....