Dorian was perhaps, the very sort of being inclined to smile readily. The Monarch so often finding so much of the world around him a veritable joy in some fashion or another. Dorian inclined to excitement over so many seemingly mundane things and yet- after having spent so long away from the world- there was surely much of it he need catch up on. There was however, few things within the world that so brought that grin to his lips quite so much as that talk off his wedding day. That mere mention, even now, so stirring that all but beaming look to his features. How very much he might surely have liked Samantha to be there! Yet, it seemed, fate and Samantha herself had decided otherwise. The woman appearing nothing short of regretful as her gaze lifted softly to his own and she insisted she was happy for him even if she had missed that day itself. Dorian inclined to ask whether or not she might like to see those photographs some time. Even if she had missed that day itself there was surely no need to deny her those pictures all the same. Samantha's insistence that Sebastian and himself had likely kept the best of those pictures away from the public eye so readily furthered that warm simper upon his lips as he nodded. The faintest of chuckles rising softly within his throat.

"Yes. I cannot argue that. Sebastian and I chose to release only a handful of those pictures. The very best were kept just for ourselves. I shall show them to you later."

That promise to share those pictures fell smoothly from his lips in those same accented tones as always. That very mention of Sebastian so prompting Samantha to insist she was wholly willing to try again with his husband. Their first meeting having been a rather...unfortunate event those years ago. One that had left Sebastian with something of a dislike for the woman. Samantha in turn he suspected, hardly having thought of Sebastian in a manner any more favourable. Yet- with his very marriage to Sebastian it was nothing short of important that Samantha might at least try with his husband if she so desired to repair their very friendship. Sebastian, after all, was the veritable sun the Fae King so revolved around. That someone, anyone, should take displeasure in his lovers existence would surely be a veritable strain agianst any such friendship and yet that Samantha was nothing short of willing to try in the very least so only furthered that soft simper upon his lips. Dorian's head nodding softly in response to her insistence.

"I shall have my office contact you about a suitable time in which we might all have dinner again, if you'd like? As for your clothing, I think you've quite improved!"

His head nodded readily toward that dress she had adorned for this very meeting, his words so holding that note of tease all the same. It was, after all, surely no secret that he had once found her clothing to be very near abominable. Dorian, so very slowly, having come to accept those more modern styles of dress even if he was still inclined to find himself disapproving of them. In the very least he so found he trusted Samantha to choose an appropriate outfit for dinner all the same. Finding a time within their schedules for such an event should surely not prove too difficult. Dorian wholly aware already that the battle would be Sebastian himself. The Monarch very near concerned for exactly how he might broach the subject of Samantha's return to his lover. Let alone the notion she desired they might meet specifically with the hope of improving her relationship with him. Sebastian, he was rather assured, unlikely to be thrilled with the idea. Perhaps he might tell him over his morning cup of tea. Sebastian always was at his most settled over tea. Such thoughts, for now, were easily cast from his mind at that sudden tease over his own distinctly casual appearance. That jeans and shirt far more relaxed then any outfit Samantha had seen him in for some years.

"I have come to accept some of this era's attitudes towards dress, although, truthfully, time got away with me this morning. I fully intended to change into something more formal. This is what I tend to wear when i have no meetings. You caught me in a moment of disorganisation."

That ready chuckle hummed easily from within his chest once more. Dorian readily admitting to this mornings folly in regards to his outfit before Samantha seemed to seize upon that notion of Aiden and that relationship the pair of men now shared. That very shock upon her features nothing short of blatant. The Monarch quite having expected as much and yet- it was that sudden request for a hug that, perhaps, so surprised him all the more. Dorian, over that past year, having become far more open to those modern gestures of affection in turn. The Fae King seeing little need to deny her request for that embrace. There was still a great deal to repair between them and yet- he was not unwilling to try. Dorian, by his very nature, a distinctly forgiving being in every sense. The man allowing his arms to embrace her then. Samantha return that hug with her own gentle squeeze and ready admittance she had missed him- terribly so.

"I missed you too."

He offered simply and by way of response to that moment so shared between them then. It had been....so long since he had last hugged her and yet she fit neatly agianst his chest as she always had. Dorian released her gently but a moment later, his hand gesturing toward that chair before he moved to step away from her in turn and head into that adjoining room to retrieve but one of those photos from that glorious decorated mantel that was positively aglow with pictures of Sebastian and himself, of their friends and now- their family. How Dorain adored those pictures! It so hardly took the Monarch long to find that picture he desired. Samantha's request for that explanation upon Aiden and himself not forgotten as he returned to that room to hand Samantha that photograph. Aiden, Matteo and himself pictured within. Matteo, in the center, with one arm around each of his sons was positively beaming. Dorian and and even Aiden in turn grinning readily for that camera. Thanksgiving having been, by far, one of Dorians favourite days.

He spoke softly then, explaining that very picture as Samantha ran her fingers across it. That very mix of emotions that played upon the woman's features all to clear and yet the Monarch made no attempt to interrupt those thoughts he was assured so turned within her mind at not only that picture of his Father, but too, the very notion that Aiden and himself were brothers. Her fingers seemed to linger upon Aiden's image within that frame before she spoke. Dorian's own head shaking softly.

"Aiden is.....very private. Yet upon this matter we all are. Matteo has not publicly been named my own father yet, it's a veritable legal minefield, after all, we need to make sure it does not threaten my claim on Italy's throne. Matteo and Aiden in turn are not...overly public about their relationship either. It would be best I think, if you kept knowledge of all such relationships to yourself."

Samantha, he knew, could be trusted not to speak to the press or the media about any such things and surely she was not the sort to gossip with her friends over matters such as that? Dorian so finding himself daring to....trust her again. His very mention that Aiden and himself were two very different people so seemed to prompt that touch of amusement to her features. Everyone, it seemed, found amusement in the idea of Aiden and himself together. Samantha's insistence that she had, those years ago, gone to lengths to prevent Aiden and himself from meeting for fear they would not get on prompted that surprise to his own features and yet, he supposed, he could well understand her concern. Aiden and himself nothing short of a very curious pair. His hand reached forward then to take back that photograph, resting it within his lap. Those words that rose to his lips abruptly cut short by Samantha's insistence she one day hoped to meet Matteo in turn. Something near akin to alarm touching the Monarch's features then. Dorian appearing very near flustered.

"I think perhaps it might be better if you and Matteo did not meet. He is very....that is to say he......and with the women I....well you see....oh dear......my Father is very.....French."

That this, he suspected, did not mean anything to Samantha was surely clear. The woman no doubt staring at him in utter bafflement! Dorian so sighing softly as his fingers lifted to pinch at the bridge of his nose. The Monarch slouching back within his chair as if the very thought of Matteo alone so exhausted him. Aiden and Matteo together an entirely different beast. The pair a veritable force.

"There are not words to explain my Father. I adore him, I do, but he is a law unto himself. I think you should be quite lucky if you never met him. He can probably hear me now. I shall probably be in great trouble for this now."

Dorian glanced suddenly upward then. The Italian Fae glancing about that room near surreptitiously as if veritably fearing Matteo might well have appeared somewhere without his knowledge or consent. The lounge room, in that moment, at least appearing safe from intrusion. Dorian, despite himself, unable to prevent that simper from finding his lips at the thought of the Frenchman all the same. His silver gaze glancing toward Samantha then.

"Have you been to see Troy yet? He is living with Amelia now, his girlfriend, soon-to-be-wife I should imagine. They are a lovely couple. Sebastian and I had dinner with them just recently."