His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

How wonderfully sweet that moment was in which Her Majesty took her leave and Sebastian and himself were afforded that momentary glimpse of privacy once more. Dorian's lips so moved to press softly to his lovers cheek in that gentle congratulations for the return of those very titles. Sebastian, in turn, moved to easily drape his arms about him, Dorian wholly willing to lean into that very embrace as the vampires lips found his own. The Fae King eagerly returned that very kiss before that warm simper so alighted his lips once more in the wake of Sebastian's thanks for so affording his permission for the return of those titles. As if he might ever have denied his own husband such things! Dorian wholly assured it would have been nothing but near cruel to deny Sebastian something he had coveted so greatly and for so very long. The Monarch, in that moment, content to offer that soft shake of his head as his lips pulled but gently back from the vampire own.

"I should be both a terrible husband and a terrible man were I ever to deny you that. I know what they mean to you."

Even within this very modern day and age those titles were still distinctly meaningful. Perhaps the very vast majority of titles in the world were, these days, truly no more than that- mere titles- that lacked the authority and power they had once held and yet they had become near akin to family heirlooms in a way. Something to be passed from father to son or mother to daughter. To honour a family as it deserved to be honoured. Dorian decidedly assured that both Charles and Giles, along with Elain, would be nothing short of thrilled to hear that news. Dorian readily insisting Sebastian should surely call them this evening to inform them of the Queen's gifts in that regard before that impish look so managed to find his own features. The Fae King content to suggest that surely they themselves might further those very celebrations that evening. Ah, but how he near dreamed of so returning to that glorious bed they had been all but forced to leave this morning! Sebastians very insistence that he would phone Charles and Giles that evening and that he too, could surely be okay with return to that bed so prompted that soft chuckle from the Monarch once more. A ready, playful amusement so adorning his features within the depths of that glorious, lavish room.

"I am pleased to hear it."

How very much he looked forward to returning to those warm blankets and crackling fireplace. No country in the world, he was sure, had so mastered those bedroom fireplaces near so well as England. Perhaps that country was terribly prone to rain and cold and an overwhelming greyness that seemed to blanket its skies beneath a constant embrace and yet- those very things so made the warmth of their homes and the splendid green of their gardens and the brightness of those few, sunny day, all the more glorious. For all that love Dorian so surely had for Italy he could hardly deny how very much he had come to adore England. The Monarch positively assured that he could quote easily have lived within that country for great length of time even if such a thing might surely result in some measure of unrest from the British Monarchy. Sebastian's hands fell gently from his waist in that moment that followed. Dorian's own hand extended to lace his fingers with his lovers own before offering that request to see the rest of that near glorious palace that Sebastian so surely remembered his way about. Perhaps Buckingham could hardly boast the sheer size of their own Caserta yet- that English Palace was nothing short of wholly spectacular- irritating though it was to admit to such splendour. How readily Sebastian had tried to warn him of it too! Dorian so hardly having taken to heart his lovers efforts to describe that place so much as he surely should have. Dorian wholly determined, in that moment, to never doubt his lovers description again. How wrongly he had believed that Sebastian's mere love for England had resulted in the vampire perhaps...embellishing that glory of its Palace. Dorian so having come to the decision that the vampire had done nothing of the sort. That Palace truly was glorious, so very different from his own and yet so wonderfully......golden. How eager he was to see the rest of it!

Sebastian was wholly quick to comply with that request, a bright simper adorning Dorian's features once more as his lover led the way towards those double doors that would surely take them deeper into that very palace. Dorian so momentarily halted by that single ...displaced thought that had turned within his mind and the Queen herself had seen fit to question them on. That manner of a children. Their lack of any definable heir, of late, so seeming to have plagued the worlds media! Dorian, in truth, having become near tired of fending off that very question as if they had returned to the sixteenth century all over again! Children, it seemed, still very much expected of them even despite their shared gender. How terribly reluctant he was to share with the world at large but any of their decisions in that regard and yet too- how tired he had become of each and every interview, of late, querying them upon that very thing. Some sort of statement, perhaps, was necessary upon their return to Italy. Something to give the world as a near blanketed response to satisfy their insatiable need to know of his and Sebastian's lives. A statement, perhaps, that might afford them just enough detail to be satisfied for at least several more years. After all, Sebastian and himself had so hardly discussed that topic in depth all the same. Such a discussion, surely, was their own right to have before the rest of the world became involved. Dorian, in that moment, offering that very sentiment as Sebastian frowned. His husband paused beside that door then to query whether such a statement was truly necessary. Dorian wholly inclined to agree with those very feelings Sebastian so hardly spoke of and yet Dorian so innately knew existed at once. Their privacy, it seemed, even in this, was so constantly invaded. That soft sigh so left his lover then, those further words caught within Dorian's throat as Sebastian leaned forward to press that affectionate kiss to his forehead, that very gesture so chasing away those lines of concern that had marred it but moments ago. His husband quick to insist that if Dorian thought it for the best they might surely go ahead with that statement all the same. The Fae King so allowed is hand to gently squeeze his husbands own then. That admittance falling softly from his lips in those accented tones.

"In truth, Mon Cher, I do not know if it is for the best or not but I do not know for how much longer we can continue to answer the world's questions upon it. We might never have any peace upon the matter until we give the media...something to work with even if it is merely to delay their questions for some more years yet. Although, I think, we must discuss the matter ourselves first. Truly discuss it. I know little of what modern options might be available to us if or when that time comes that we might decide that we should like a child. I think, in the very least, I should like to know of them. There remains too the matter of Italy's own laws. Italy still maintains primogeniture."

Dorian frowned but slightly in that consideration. Sebastian, he suspected, was well aware of those laws all the same. That male-preference inheritance had been the norm in both their times and while England had done away with those laws, only within the past year or so, Italy had not and was surely unlikely too. Sebastian and himself were, by that very notion, if they so ever chose to have children, expected to have a son. Any daughter they might produce simply incapable of inheriting that Italian crown. How decidedly...harsh it sounded to devalue a child on gender alone and yet- such was the way of the world. It always had been. Dorian nothing if not practical in that very sense and yet such a conversation was surely too vast to have in that very moment. Nor did he truly desire that they might yet be overheard by any of those British guards. Dorian wholly determined to insist upon that truthall the same- that he was, for at least some years yet, utterly unwilling to share his husband, even with a child. How much he adored to just ...be with Sebastian alone. How selfish such a thought and yet how unwilling he was to give it up. His husband quick to insist that he too could be happy with an eternity of just them alone. Dorian assured he was hardly unopposed to such a line of thought either and yet that notion of thrones was quick to distract his attention. That simper upon his husbands lips wholly infectious as Dorian so allowed himself to be led further into that palace.

How well Sebastian so seemed to remember that place! The vampire leading him near expertly through those halls and corridors. The Fae King was so hardly hurried as they walked. Dorian paused on several occasions to examine those artworks that adorned the walls and several of those pieces of furniture that lined the hallway, each polished to shine and so inlaid with that golden colour he so adored. Sebastian continued further into that palace then before reaching that throne room they had so come to see. That overwhelming shine of red and inlaid gold readily seeing Dorian's very eyes widen, his steps so slowed as he stood upon that very entrance way with a look nothing short of awestruck. A soft and yet no less distinct gasp falling from his lips as he near stumbled back and into that door frame once more. Those colours were nothing short of radiant, even the ceiling itself was decorative- patterned in that checkerboard and decorated with gold laid leaves it was glorious ostentatious. How readily that room did not whisper of extravagance so much as it shouted of it! Dorian's silver gaze shifted slowly along that room, his eyes so hardly daring to miss but even a glimpse of that glorious workmanship before that polished wood and gleaming gold at the end of the room near where Sebastian stood so positively demanded his attention. That throne was so entirely golden he was assured it might well be its own sun! Yet, should not that throne be the very sun of that room in which all things orbited around?

How vastly, terribly, horribly inadequate his own throne was in comparison! Dorian quote positively assured his and Sebastian's own thrones might better be used as footstools in the wake of such a vision as what rested before him now. That very look upon his face as he so wandered forward to stand beside his lover a vast cascade of emotions from awe to wonder to desire to irritation and beamsuemnt and bafflement all at once! How much he desired to sit on that throne! How irritating that those laws so forbade him from it. Surely though, he might be permitted to touch it? Dorian's gaze so at last shifting to meet the ardent blue of Sebastian's own.

"Darling? I have never, in my life, felt more inadequate in the presence of a piece of furniture."

That simper of amusement so tugged at his lips and too- laced those words even despite the seriousness so imbued within them all the same. That throne was utterly awe-inspiring and so very, very gloriously golden.

"I thought I was quite prepared to see this throne and yet it is far, far more glorious than I anticipated. It is just so...so...golden! Who made this throne? Do they still live? I should like to have them look into our own. I thought I need only redo our thrones but I think I need redo the entire room!"

How much they so had to do! Dorian's head tilted but slightly then as if to examine that throne from another angle, as if such a thing might, somehow, afford that chair even more brilliant than it already pertained. No words Sebastian might have offered him would surely have conveyed to him such brilliance as existed before him now.

"Do you think I might be permitted to touch it? I know I cannot sit in it but I should merely like to feel it."

Without that royal advisor present Dorian so hardly knew if that touch alone might be forbidden. Surely not! How very tempting it was! That silence persisted for but several moments then as Dorian continued to eye that very chair in all its splendour before the smallest of impish simpers so found his lips. Dorian struggling to hide that teasing grin as he sought readily to goad his lover but just a little.

"Sebastian? Italy's throne room is still larger."