He very much the weight of the world, on occasion, seemed to press all the more heavily upon the Monarch's shoulders. Dorian quite unable to prevent that faint frown that lingered upon his features at the sheer consideration of all that was expected of him and too- all that he was so surely denied in an attempt to meet those expectations. Yet, as if his very life was not enough to give to the very cause of being King- the media and the very people whom he governed- were wholly content to judge him while he did it. It would be one thing, surely, for the press to pass comment upon his and Sebastian's leadership, to call into question some policy or reform or to publicize the public's feelings upon some matter or another. Yet, to judge what he and Sebastian wore, how they talked, what they said, what time they arrived, how they arrived and indeed to go so far as to speculate their thoughts based on an expression alone so resulted in that lack of freedom, sometimes, appearing to lack all the more. Sebastian and himself thrust into a spotlight for near everything they did and how exhausting that was! Sometimes Dorian was quote assured he wished he might merely be left alone to his job. How passionately he cared for his country! How much he desired to be a better King then any that had come before him and indeed, how very much he adored his job. Yet, sometimes, it was....a distinctly difficult job to have. Sp especially when it came at the cost off something so simple as free time to spend with his family.

Aiden rested easily within that chair then. The younger man's cheek resting upon his fist in a manner truly relaxed in appearance. The Monarch half inclined to wonder how such a position was comfortable and yet Aiden appeared content nonetheless as he simply listened to those near rueful words Dorian offered. His brothers query on simply setting aside a day on which nothing was planned prompting that warm simper to his lips once more. That faintest of chuckles humming softly within his throat as his head nodded.

"Your right, I can and I have done- but our schedule is so very busy so many events and meetings and people are booked so far in advance that my day off, if you will, is not until June the sixth."

That amusement of sorts that lingered within that predicament was hardly lost upon the Fae. That simper lingering as he merely shook his head once more as if to dismiss the disapparaging thoughts of how very busy he was. Aiden, after all, surely did not care to hear about such morose topics. Dorian quite assured he desired to enjoy that time with his sibling beyond a mere discussion of his work. That sudden, near teasing smile that found his companions features however was wholly unanticipated. Aiden readily suggestion that perhaps Dorian should simply lie as a means of securing more time off. The Fae King so allowing that good natured roll of his own eyes in return.

"If I should ever desire to create a scandal of some kind I shall ask you."

Aiden, after all, seemed to have a decided talent for suggesting just those very things that would, without fail, send the media into some sort of frenzy. It was that very consideration of family however and that time he and Aiden so had to spend together that prompted the Monarch to mention that very text from their Father. Dorian fishing his phone from within his pocket then before handing it toward his brother to read. That very text message prompted Aiden to snort before suddenly enquiring as to how best refer to Matteo as an ass. The mere word alone saw Dorian's eyes raise upward in clear surprise! Matteo was, he supposed, entirely inclined to be exactly that and yet to so call the man out on it was a level of boldness Dorian had never yet explored. The Monarch entirely quick to insist as much only for Aiden to attempt to reward that very question as to how Dorian might, instead, tell the Frenchman he was being difficult.

"I would tell him he was being difficult."

'Difficult' after all, was a far more appropriate word then 'ass' he was sure and yet how very quickly he near found himself in awe of his brother! How bold Aiden was to simply just say those things he thought, especially to Matteo and yet, his Father and Brother had both been so vary casual with each other- even at dinner. Dorian so hardly having failed to notice the simple strength of the relationship the pair shared. One the Italian Fae near found himself desiring. With them both. That very observation on just how utterly alike Matteo and Aiden were leaving his lips then, along with that compliment upon how terribly exciting he found Aiden. The Monarch, in that moment, largely oblivious to how very flustered his brother had become in the wake of those words as he so hurriedly returned to look at the phone. Dorian insisting he had come up with a message all the same. A near curious glance was given down that aisle and toward those closed bedroom doors- as if the assure himself Sebastian truly was asleep- before he so bid Aiden prepare himself to take that letter. His brother seeming decidedly...apprehensive about the idea. That reluctant agreement upon the hispanic man's lips prompting that nod from the Monarch before Dorian, so proudly, dictated that very letter. That, he was sure, would show Matteo entirely. That very letter surely the boldest he had ever sent! That very look upon Aiden's features however was quick to unravel that very joy in his victory.

That blank stare of surprise upon his siblings features was surely mirrored with one of Dorians own. The Fae King so feeling that faintest knot of worry stir within him as Aiden queried whether or not he started all his texts with 'Dear Matteo'. His brother proceeded to scroll through those messages well before Dorian could answer only to discover that very truth for himself. That all but muttered query on what was 'fucking wrong' with him readily resulting in the Monarch's arms folding across his chest in a veritable pout. His silver gaze eyeing Aiden critically. How sure he had been he had all but mastered texting! Perhaps he had not.

"Well then how, might I ask, do you address your texts to Matteo?"

He did address them, didn't he? Dorian so readily considering just that very concept as Aiden's fingers seemed to fly all to quickly across that keyboard. That very text message sent quite before he had the chance to review it! Dorian reached to take that phone back from his sibling then. The Fae King scrolling to that message just sent. Aiden having managed to type near all he had said if not for that last word. Dorian's own slate-hued gaze widening readily at the sight of it. Ass. Sent from his own phone! That ready chastisement however so barely had a chance to leave his lips before Aiden commented upon those games. Dorian so returning that phone to his pocket with an irritable grumble. He could so hardly remember the last time someone had done something....agianst his wishes. How very...odd such a feeling was. How baffling and new and yet strikingly intriguing. That mild irritation forgotten for now as Aiden attempted to explain just what an XBOX was. Dorian's mind, instead so believing the man was referring to a board game. The very sort Matteo and Alexander so often played at had, only recently, resulted in the destruction of one off his own rugs. The Italian so shaking his head at the memory.

"In short, Matteo marched French forces into Macedonia. Alexander insisted Matteo took an extra turn, Matteo argued otherwise, Alexander awarded himself England as a penalty and it somehow progressed from there. They were shouting in a language I do not speak by the time I returned home though from what I understand someone challenged someone to an arm wrestling competition and the result was the both of them rolling about on my Persian rug. They take world domination very seriously."

It was, Dorian was inclined to admit, the only time he had ever seen the both of them succumb to such ridiculous notions and yet he hardly found himself surprised. It was the very ridiculousness of his Father and Godfather however that so saw Dorians thoughts shift to Sebastian and how decidedly curious his Husband had behaved toward the Frenchman of late. Let alone Sebastian's decidedly....odd insistence Matteo had attempted to, well, steal his fangs. If anyone might have further information upon that it was surely Aiden. After all, Matteo and Aiden were nothing short of close. His brother, however, appeared to know little off it. Dorians features frowning slightly in consideration before iden's offer to ask on his behalf saw him nod.

"Yes please, I should like that. Sebastian will not admit to it but he's rather afraid of Matteo and i rather think Matteo knows it- unfortunately."

One eye raised every so slightly. Dorian assured he need not explain to Aiden why it might be at all unfortunate for the Frenchman to have knowledge of Sebastian's fear of him. Aiden, in the very least, was far more likely than any other to get answers out of their father. That conversation shifted to that talk of paint then. Dorian's features unable to hide that utter look of delight at merely the mention of his favoured hobby. The eternal good-natured Fae wholly eager to discuss his craft with his sibling. Dorian excitedly insisting he enjoyed all types of painting before pulling that ever-present white pastel from his pocket. His siblings insistence that a pastel was surely not paint prompted little more than that chuckle from the Fae. Dorian as capable with paint as he was any other artistic material. That pastel pressed to the table then, Aiden only just managed to rescue his hot chocolate as Dorian crafted that glorious flower. A singular tap of his fingers filling it with colour. His hand reached forward then, his own affinity seeing that flower plucked from the table itself and near instantly made real before it was handed to Aiden. That look of clear surprise on his siblings face wholly pleasing to him as Aiden's fingers ran softly over those very real petals. That sudden query on whether or not he could draw a working car however saw that baffled look danced upon his own face.

"A car? I cannot say I have ever tried. Cars are not terribly pretty you see so I tend not to draw them, although....I suppose there is no reason why it should not work. I suspect it is entirely possible. I wonder...."

That clear thought so readily afflicted the Monarch then. Dorian nothing if not a decidedly curious being in every sense. Aiden so presenting him with the very sort of query he was near helpless not to attempt to solve. Could he merely draw a full-sized car and have it work? Or would he need the blueprints for that engine to be able to draw such a thing in turn? Such a curious thought! His silver gaze so finding that enchanting green of his brothers own.

"I propose we try it, later tonight perhaps. It can do no harm to try in the least."

His shoulders lifted in that easy shrug. The Monarch assured there was little reason not to merely try. Dorian finding himself distinctly curious as to whether or not that car would truly function and if it did, how fast would it go? Was such a thing limited by any law of physics or merely his own imagination? The sudden approach of one of his manservants so readily saw the Monarch glance upward then. The well-dressed man cleared his throat politely as he came to stand before both men, that bow offered to Dorian, a dip of his head to Aiden, before speaking in that hurried, fluent Italian.Those very words so coaxed the smallest of frowns to Dorian's own features before the Monarch so seemed to realise that lagunage surely meant nothing to his brother at all.

"Ah, Marco, English please. Aiden does not speak very much Italian. Marco wishes to know which title you prefer?"

Dorian gaze shifted expectantly to his sibling thing. Marco's own attention sifting to rest on Aiden in turn. That near baffled look upon the other mans features who curious. Did he not understand? Dorian so attempting to explain that very concept in another manner.

"He means that he wishes to know how you would like to be addressed when we are in Italy? I suppose since Matteo is not present you would technically be a Lord, unless you prefer just Sir? Ah, Marco, perhaps you might come back a little later?"

Aiden, after all, did not appear to be following that conversation at all. Dorian so struggling to read just which emotion his companion was attempting to convey in that moment. Really, it was almost as if the poor fellow had no idea that he......

"Matteo did not tell you did he?"

That very realisation so seemed to dawn upon the Monarch in that moment. His head shaking slightly once more at the utter impossibility of their father. Dorian sighing softly then.

"Matteo is the Comte-Pair of France, that is, The Peer Of France and the Lord of Chambord. The Comte-Pair is an inherited rank, it passes from Father to Son. I cannot, by law, inherit that title because I hold a Crown in another country which means that title falls to you- but because Matteo is still living- you receive the title of De Chevalier. It is a rank given to those who are heirs to a larger title. This means you are, by right, Aiden Tetradore De Chevalier. If Matteo ever dies you would become Comte-Pair. By that notion you have the right to be called Sir or Lord ahead of your name if you wish. The servants would like to know what you prefer. They are worried they might address you wrong."

That explanation, it seemed, had hardly managed to lessen that look of bafflement upon his brothers face. Dorian struggling once more to truly grasp whether or not Aiden had understood that explanation in any sense. Let alone what emotion the man seemed to be displaying.

"It does not requires you to do anything, it's really more an honorary title."