His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

Over those near 600 hundred years the Italian Monarch had lived, Dorian had become distinctly used to the very efforts of those around him to so attempt to please him in all things. Indeed, Dorian had become so very used to their efforts that the Fae King had become near immune to them in most regards. That he perhaps should not have crawled into that glorious red car the very moment it was opened had so hardly occurred to him. After all, in all his life, Dorian had so rarely ever been told 'no' or been in anyway restrained when it came to doing very near as he pleased on those royal visits that it had never occurred to him that some sort of protocol might best be followed beyond common social niceties. His wholly warm nature however and that general good disposition so often seemed to endear the Monarch to those around him so terribly much that, few were ever perturbed by the Fae in any sense. Stefano, like so many before him, seeming near positively thrilled that Dorian might choose to climb into that car at all. The CEO hurried to have the set of keys brought forward along with the offer of their personal track to test drive that car upon. The man distinctly determined to have at least one member of the Royal family be seen to have driven those glorious cars. Dorian, after all, was nothing if not a splendid marketing pitch by simply existing. Oblivious though the Fae remained to such ideas in that moment.

It hardly took long to coax Aiden into that car in turn, his sibling affording him little more than a derisive snort at that query as to whether or not he could drive that car. His brother reaching for the keys in near the same moment before settling himself into the driver's seat. The very grin Aiden wore surely giving away his own delight in turn as he insisted Dorian put on that seatbelt. Dorian reached readily for that belt then, the Monarch all-too eagerly clicking it into place before settling back within that comfortable seat that Stefano had assured him was italian leather. How glorious it was to be within such a car! Dorian utterly taken with even that mere dashboard alone and the plethora of options it presented. How desperately he desired to know what each of those buttons did if they were pressed. Dorian, for now at least, content to contain his veritable excitement. Aiden, he suspected, would not approve his rouge button pushing. Dorian's very fear of damaging that car in turn so saw his hands settle within his lap as that engine roared to life beneath them. So loud! That very look upon his features, it seemed, so prompted Aiden to glance toward him in turn, that smirk hardly having faltered upon his siblings lips as Aiden insisted that sound was the result of a cold engine- and the twelve cylinders that existed within it. Dorian's own study of engines, rudimentary though it was, having afforded him at least some knowledge of just what those very cylinders his sibling referred to meant.

"How many of these cylinders does a regular car have?"

This, it seemed, was of great curiosity to the Monarch. Dorian so attempting to compare those cars within his mind as Aiden steadily began to pilot the vehicle towards the track. His brothers near affection mutterings to that car hardly unnoticed as Dorian merely allowed one eye to rise in amusement. Ah! How very like Sebastian his brother was! Both of them, it seemed, all but convinced of the feelings of those inanimate objects. Aiden, it seemed, determined to give life to cars while Sebastian persisted with pianos and teapots. How curious that he should know two beings whom possessed such a curious trait. Dorian's own comment upon just that notion seemed to prompt a roll of Aiden's eyes. The Were King promptly informing him that all cars were girls. As if such a thing was decidedly common knowledge! Such information so prompting a look of baffled confusion to the Monarch's features.

"Are they really? How on earth do you know?"

Dorian's gaze so rapidly searched the interior of the car as if seeking some decided sign that the car was, indeed, female in gender. The FaeKing clearly taken with such curious information before the car pulled out and onto that track, his search for its gender readily forgotten in that moment as Aiden so suddenly applied his foot to the accelerator. The sheer force of that car rocketing forward all but throwing Dorian out of his very seat! Dorian's hands near frantically clutched that seat in response. That car accelerated unlike any he had ever sat within before. The vehicle near eating up that road as if it were a creature starved. How impossibly fast it was! How unbelievable! The approach of that first bend within the road so readily prompted that undeniable rise in Dorian's own anxiety, the Fae near assured they were approaching that bend to quickly only for Aiden to near sail around in. The car seeming to glide so unlike any car he had ever been in before. How utterly thrilling! That road straightened out once more, Aiden seeming to coax even more speed before approaching another set of bends, his brother seeming to navigate them with superior ease before that field of wildflowers lay before them. A perfectly flat, straight road running through it.

The very speed they so seemed to reach prompted a gasp from the Monarch as they flew. Aiden, so perfectly relaxed behind that wheel, seemed to chuckle at Dorian's own shock. The Monarch inquiring as to how fast they were actually going. 110! This, surely, was the fastest Dorian had ever been upon a road. Aiden's sudden insistence that the car could surely go faster so coaxed a look of both curiosity and ner concern to Dorian's features.

"It surely can not."

This, Dorian was certain, was as fast as cars went. This was as fast as anything ever went he was sure. Aiden, as if wholly determined to prove him wrong, readily began to press that car faster until that field of flowers was all but a blur of racing colour! They were, Dorian was sure, veritably close to airborne at such speeds. His compliment of Aiden's driving was near lost amongst the sheer shock of that speed. The car having near completed its first lap and still seeming to go faster and faster! Dorian, in that moment, was near rendered speechless by the entire affair. The Monarch managing to regain his voice long enough to ask whether they might do another lap- or several. The more they drove that track the more confident Aiden's driving seemed to become and too- the faster the car seemed to go. The limited fuel within the vehicle perhaps the only reason Dorian was so willing to accept not having Aiden continue to drive him around that track near over and over. His sibling, for his part, so hardly seeming concerned by such requests in any sense. That grin Aiden war giving way to his own pleasure as his brother was, finally, forced to slow that car and steer is steadily back toward the garage where Stefano waited with clear pleasure.

Dorian waited until Aiden had parked the car and silenced it's all but glorious engine before he moved to climb from the vehicle with his brother in tow- only for several off his own assistant to rush forward in an attempt to reorganise his slightly ruffled hair. One of those assistants so attempting to do much the same to Aiden's own.

"We are quite fine I assure you, please do not bother Aiden with that."

Those stylists were near as quick to retreat as they had arrived, Dorian, so wholly used to such things, was nothing short of content to continue as if it had never occurred at all. His attention shifted from his brother then and towards Stefano once more. A ready grin finding his own features then.

"You car was glorious, we were positively flying! I should very much like to have this car."
This is wonderful news Your Majesty! Shall we have the car sent to your Palace? If you would like another colour or further upgrades added we can also see to it, free of any charge.
"I quite like the colour, it is fine just as it is. Do you think, perhaps, Aiden and I might drive it back ourselves?"
If Your Majesty desires it I see no problem at all, we will have it refueled immediately. If it would be alright, we should like to have some photos taken of His Majesty and his brother, if he desires, with several of our cars.
"Oh, that would be quite fine. Aiden dislikes photographs though, or so I am told, he may prefer not to be in them."

Any further words Dorian might have offered were cut short by the head of his security team coming forward. The tall, broad man offered the Fae King that formal bow before insisting that it was a security risk to have him travel in any car but the one assigned to him. Aiden too, he insisted, had hardly been briefed on driving protocol. Dorian readily frowned in response.

"I am certain I can brief Aiden myself. It is not a terribly long drive. Can you and the police escort merely not just follow behind us?"
Well, if His Majesty desires it, I suppose, one time would not truly hurt.
"We do desire it."

That veritable 'we' that Sebastian, had, finally, managed to break Dorian from using so tended to return in those rare moments in which the Monarch was truly inclined to exert his own authority. The security guard was quick to bow once more before hurrying over to the rest of that team to discuss that new plan, Dorian himself so submitting to those pictures Stefano desired to have taken. Aiden left to continue to examine any of those cars he desired before Dorian so at last returned to his siblings side.

"Is there anything more you should like to see before we leave? Are you very sure you don't want a car too? I can direct you while you drive, we can go the longer way, if you like, I should like to show you some more of Naples if you care to see it.I shall brief you too as my security seems to demand. It is quite simple really. So provided I am in the car you are exempt from any and all traffic regulations and laws."