His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

He felt very near....bad, truly, over sending that baffled manservant away in the wake of the unfortunate fellow inquiry on both his and Sebastian's rising from that bed and too that tray of breakfast that had, no doubt, been laboursly prepared. Yet, in the wake of that glorious coupling on this, their anniversary no less, Dorian so desired nothing more then to nestle into those sheets and agianst his lover. How truly magnificent such a day might be if they were allowed to return to sleep only to wake late and perhaps so return to just that very coupling. That, Dorian was assured, was a perfect day. It was Sebastian's decidedly living figure however that so seemed to prompt that realisation within the Fae King. Dorian hardly having considered whether his husband might be hungry in the wake of that energy expenditure. After all, a living form so required a degree of care, on that Dorian was, admittedly, far better at remembering then Sebastian himself. The vampire, for now, offered that ready shake of his head and that insistence he was far more tired then he was hungry. How perfectly innocent such a sentence was and yet how entirely delighted it so seemed to make the Monarch in turn. Dorian content to take no small amount of satisfaction in the notion that he had, at last, exhausted his lover in just the fashion he surely should. That ready look of pride so danced upon his features, Sebastian afforded an almost sheepish grin as Dorian offered that very admittance aloud. The Monarch so choosing those more...colloquial words to express his satisfaction. That very choose seeming to coax that laughter from his lover in turn as Dorian's smile only widened all the more. The affectionate touch of his husband's hand agianst his cheek so saw the Monarch lean but gently into that gesture if only for Sebastian to insist that given twenty minutes he was surely capable of 'fucking' again.

"I think I should quite adore it you did."

Those very words were uttered with no hesitation. Dorian wholly assured he desired nothing more then to take his husband again, or indeed, to allow Sebastian to take him. There was much of that room they could surely explore in just such an intimate fashion from the lounge to the rug by the fire, to the glorious bath within the bathroom. How horribly unfortunate that they so had an appointment this morning! One that could not truly be broken without causing considerable discourse and disrepute between their Court and Her Majesties own. That almost reluctant sigh so feel from his lips once more at that very realization of the pressing time. Dorian so content to inquire just how Sebastian might like to greet his Queen. His lovers near immediate insistence that he would so prefer to have that life taken from him once more so readily prompted the rise of Dorian's own eyes in that clear surprise. The Fae near assured his companion would have chosen otherwise and yet that explanation he was afforded on that matter made a good deal of sense. Sebastian so desiring to have access to all those vampiric abilities so removed from him in this very state. Dorian's head nodding softly.

"If that is what you prefer then, before we step out, I shall return you to your vampiric state."

There was no reason Sebastian might not enjoy the warmth of life just a little longer as he dressed and readied himself. It was that sudden admittance however that he had so developed a case of these...collywobbles that readily seemed to prompt that state of near alarm in the Monarch! How quickly that bafflement seemed to find him. That concern for this...infection so prompting him to eye his lover near warily once more. That soft chuckle from the vampire only further prompting that inquisitive look. Sebastian's attempts to insist it was not a disease but rather a way to say one was nervous in the same way one might say they had butterflies of the stomach. Sebastian's explanation so hardly seeming to lessen that almost dubious look on the Italian's features.

"What a perfectly obscure way to say one felt nervous! I should prefer you to have butterflies instead of collywobbles I think."

That ready grin so found his features in the wake of those words. Dorian chuckling softly at his own teasing words before Sebastian's gaze so shifted to that wrist watch upon his arm Dorian had gifted him some time ago. That very reminder of the time so prompting the Fae King to lean forward and steal that final kiss from his husband before, reluctantly, detangling himself from the sheets to rise. Dorian made his way toward that wardrobe then as Sebastian all but stumbled into the bathroom. Those crisp, waiting Lounge Suits they were expected to wear so hardly appeared appealing. That very reluctance continuing to cling to his figure as Dorian saw to dressing himself. His voice, however, so easily reached for his lover still. The Monarch insisting he was sure their visit today had been publicized as near anything in England involving Sebastian so often was. His lover, within this country, was the very height of popularity. Anything and everything Sebastian did was reported upon from the clothes he wore to the colours he chose, the places he visited, what he ate or even where he might choose to sit within the park! His husbands popularity, in England, far, far exceeding his own. The streets so often lined with his lovers fans, most notably those young women.

His very mention of those fans however prompted little more then that groan from the vampire. Dorian chuckling softly as Sebastian came to stand beside him at the mirror after reaching for his own clothing. His lovers query on why those fans bothered at all only furthering that very simper upon his own lips. Dorian affording his husband that near impish grin then.

"I think I know why. I think each one of those young women line that street every time we step out in the hopes you shall be so struck down by her beauty that you shall leave me in that very moment to sweep her glorious from her feet and take her home. I'm rather certain that is it."

Another warm chuckle so fell from his lips then. Dorian so hardly oblivious to Sebastian's appearance in Dolly and Girlfriend magazine's as a poster that could be torn out and placed on a girls bedroom wall. Several of those magazines in Italy and other parts of Europe doing much the same for himself! His and Sebastian's eternal youth so surely playing a part in that appeal they seemed to have to rather a number of their female admirers. It was the very sound of that rain however, that so prompted Dorian's attention then, the Monarch glancing toward that window to eye the rain that spattered agianst the glass visible from the gap in the curtain. His efforts to properly put into play that British colloquialism however fell rather....dramatically short of his intended goal. Dorian quite unable to remember exactly what sort of monkeys the British had when it rained- despite his best efforts. The entire English language, he had decided, was terribly confusing. The British largely to blame for it. Dorian so instead giving up on that very attempt only to select two pairs of shoes from the wardrobe and hold them up toward his lover with the query of which would be more fitting. This meeting, after all, was critical to Sebastian. Dorian wholly determined to assure it went smoothly if only for his lovers sake.

He so hardly anticipated his lovers hands reaching forward to cusp his cheeks, that soft kiss however was nothing short of welcomed. Dorian returning that gesture with no small amount of desire. Ah, but his very needs had been met not but a half hour ago and still he desired more! How very reluctant he was for Sebastian to step away with that soft utterance it was 'always oxfords' before so uttering over his shoulder that those monkeys were brass as he took up his place upon the edge of the bed.

"Yes! The Brass Monkeys, that was it! Why should I not say it to Her Majesty? Is it not a common sort of British phrase?"

What on earth was inappropriate about a Brass Monkey he hardly knew. That near quizzical look lingering upon his features a moment longer before he moved to crouch down and see to slipping those oxford shoes into place. Dorian so at last deeming himself presentable. It was only once Sebastian, in turn, declared himself ready that Dorian so returned to his lovers side. His lips pressed softly to Sebastian's one once more. Dorian, this time, so summoning his own affinity to draw that life away from his lover and return him to that undead state. How very much he disliked so causing his lover that....discomfort that came with the removal of that life and yet he was wholly determined to respect Sebastian's wishes to meet the Queen as a vampire. His hand so reached then to take his husbands own and at last emerge from that bedroom, those household staff bowing readily to them with those uttered good evenings and small pleasantries as they made their way toward that waiting car at the back of the house. How foolish it seemed to drive when they could very near see that palace and yet, as Dorian had so anticipated, even with the rain, those streets were all but lined with members of the public. Largely of the female kind. How very fortunate it was that the Police Force so arrived to clear that way and drive ahead of their own car, Dorian offering those polite waves to the crowd as they passed. The people had, after all, stood within the rain for goodness knew how long. The Fae King unwilling to ignore them. It was, however, their arrival at those palace gates that saw the Monarch pause. That clear look of surprise so finding his features before that looks so shifted into a veritable pout. Dorians arms folding across his chest. That very feeling of Sebastian's eyes upon him so at last prompting those words. Silly though he knew they were. Dorian sighing softly.

"She has nicer gates then us. That gold and those coat of arms are so exquisite i am both thoroughly impressed and throughly envious of them all at once. I know, i know, it is terribly unbecoming of me but our gates are so horribly bland in comparison. Bastian, we need new gates. On all our Palaces. Maybe just on everything we own."

That this was a decidedly expensive venture had so hardly occurred to the Monarch just yet. Dorian rather hoping that the Buckingham Palace gates were, perhaps, the only truly outstanding thing within the Palace. The Monarch rather predisposed to so comparing his Palace to that of the British Empire. That town car so smoothly rolled to a stop outside those main doors. That red carpet having been laid for them already as several footman hurried to open the door and to line that pathway, the vast majority of them holding umbrellas to prevent Sebastian or himself having to worry for that rain. The sound of those cameras clicking and flashing from the gates near drowning out the rain itself! One well-dressed footman approached them then, the man bowing before holding out his hand to Dorian and Sebastian in turn. Her Majesty most warmly welcomes you both toher home today and anticipates your meeting with great delight. Please, let me show you into the reception hall. From there we will proceed to Her Majesty's lounge where Her Majesty will join you for tea and refreshments. Welcome again, Your Majesty, to Buckingham Palace and England. Welcome home, Your Highness.

"Thank you, we are very pleased to be here. Please, lead the way."

Dorian so moved to fall into step behind the footman then as those large double doors were opened to admit them into that lavish entry hall with its red carpet and golden emblazoned stairs. The Fae King so blinking in clear surprise at the opulence of that place. How very grand it was! Yet in a fashion distinctly different from his own Palace. Dorian, in that moment, whispering near softly to his lover then.
"We need more gold on our stairs too."

He was not about to be outdone by these British.