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It was with some mixture of anxiety, concern and a vague sense of curiosity that the Monarch watched his household bustle at his command to find a handful of capable drivers to assist his brother. Charles, as the manservant was so apt to do, was quick to take control of the household staff and summon several men from the gates in the wake of Aiden's disappearance. Dorian, once satisfied with such progress, moved to head back up the stairs and toward his bedroom once more in an effort to rouse Sebastian to join those beings that gathered below. His husband, as he had anticipated, was quick to climb from the warm depths of those blankets once that situation had been explained. The sinking of the Ark, after all, was no small event. Sebastian so seemed to have those very questions Dorian himself had been given to ponder with considerable depth. Aiden's insistence that the engine had exploded, while surely palpable, so simply did not seem.....probable. Then again, perhaps the modern engine was more finicky then he had been led to believe. Perhaps, even not running, that engine had been old, damaged, unfit to even sit as it had. Dorian's head shook in some effort to rid his mind of such thoughts for now. There would be time later, surely, to consider such things. Here and now Aiden needed to gather his remaining cars safely. The very notion that Matteo had absconded with one hardly settling that feeling of discontent that turned in the Monarch's own stomach. Dorian instead so turned his attention to his husband once more as the vampire finished dressing.

"Aiden has nowhere to stay, Bastian. I have invited him to stay with us for as long as he should need, just him alone, not his pack. This is alright with you, isn't it?"

Sebastian, surely, would not find disdain in sheltering Dorian's own sibling and yet- the Monarch so sought to include his lover in that decision all the same. Sebastian had, after all, so expressed his....discomfort with Matteo.The French Fae in turn seeming to find delight in making Sebastian as uncomfortable as possible. The vampire had so hardly ever mentioned such distress with Aiden and yet- their home was so surely Sebastian's own as well. Dorian, in the very least, content to seek his lover's opinion on that matter before the pair hurried back downstairs once more. Sebastian was quick to take command of that group of gathered drivers. The royal procession made its way outside to climb into several black towncars and head for the docks where Aiden waited. Dorian and Eliabeth so left within the sudden quiet of their home. The Monarch was content to watch those cars from the window until they had disappeared down the street. What a truly unusual night it had been. His mind was so positively spinning with thought!

"Elizabeth?"
Yes Your Majesty?

The young housekeeper glanced curiously up towards him, her hands continuing to fold those guest towels she had already deduced they surely needed if Aiden was to take up residence in that spare room for what might yet prove to be several weeks- if not months.

"Why on earth did my Father steal my brother's car?"

How he hardly so expected a true answer. Dorian so merely content to consider that very question out loud. In an evening in which so little seemed to make sense- that very point alone was by far one of the most obscure acts of the night. Dorian, for umpthenth time, so left to consider the notion he hardly understood his Father at all. Is Matteo coming? That deep and decidedly fierce blush was quick to inflame Elizabeth's checks despite the young woman's efforts to conceal that very thing. Dorian's own silver gaze so merely rolled, that look nothing short of playful. Elizabeth so hardly the first one to have that very reaction to the Frenchman and indeed- she would hardly be the last. The Housekeeper was quick to hurry back to her task. Dorian, for now, so left alone within that living room. The Monarch moved to ease himself into the nearest couch, his gaze turned upon the window and front driveway in the hopes that those cars would soon arrive. His phone rested upon his lap. Dorian was content to glance at it every so often and yet from whom he expected a call he so hardly knew. How terribly awful this business of waiting was! Perhaps he should have had Elizabeth make him some tea. Sebastian was nothing if not insistent that tea cured all worry and yet how uninclined the Monarch was to believe his husband in that moment. Surely those cars were safe, were they not? Surely they too did not have engines that might explode as the Ark's had so apparently done? Heavens, had anyone checked them?

How such runaway thought was prone to grip at his mind! A sudden new fear for both his husband and his brother inclined to grip at Dorian's thoughts in those moments. The Monarch veritably reduced to pacing about that room. Sitting seemed far too...inactive for such a moment! How very long Dorian waited he hardly knew. The Monarch having cast aside any consideration of time before the first pair of headlights brightened the darkness and the main gates were ordered open to admit those cars. What a truly glorious procession! It was with no small sense of relief and too- a rather notable intrigue in those vehicles- that Dorian watched those cars drive, one by one, onto his front lawn. Each of them parked as Aiden desired. The entirety of his front garden was very near akin to a showroom of luxury cars. How very fortunate those gates were locked and guarded. Even Dorian was so hardly oblivious to the amount of....wealth so parked upon his driveway now. It hardly took long for Sebastian to organize those employees once more before beginning to lead the way back into the house. Dorian was already upon his feet to meet them as Sebastian, Charles, Aiden and.....a young woman, so filed into that room. Who on earth was she?

"Bastian, did everything go-"

The Monarch's efforts to greet his husband and to inquire after that car recovery were all but cut off by his sibling the moment Aiden set foot within the room. The younger man was quick to ask after their Father and his still missing car. Dorian so very nearly having forgotten Matteo amongst the arrival of that fleet! Dorian's own silver gaze shifted briefly downward and toward the phone within his hand as if he might have, somehow, missed some message or call from the Frenchman before his head softly shook.

"No Aiden, I'm sorry. I haven't heard from him again. I thought he might have found you along the way. I didn't realise he hadn't. Surely it should not take him this long to get here, should it?"

Dorian's gaze shifted from his sibling, to his husband and back again, as if either might be able to provide some sort of answer. Perhaps Matteo had merely taken a longer route? Or stopped for....something? Then again, if Alexander was to be believed (and his grandfather was the very sort of man he was prone to believe) then Matteo's apparently abysmal driving made the very notion that he had crashed that car all too real. Dorian, for now, hardly daring to suggest such a thing when that stress upon his siblings' features was all too clear. It was the sudden sweet, femanine sounds of the young woman's voice that so readily distracted his attention then. Dorian having all but forgotten the young lady's presence in the wake of all that had occured. The Monarch's attention quickly returned to her now as she made to introduce herself in the wake of Aiden's failing to do so. Dorian, for the first time, so inclined to discover she was a rather striking woman indeed. How quickly those social necessities so seemed to grip him. The Fae King afforded Mira a warm simper as his head nodded in greeting.

"Good evening, Mira. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Dorian and I suspect you have met my husband, Sebastian. Forgive me, Aiden did not mention he was bringing any of his staff. It's quite alright though, we can have another room made up for you. You are welcome to stay as well. My own housekeeper, Elizabeth, can show you where everything is."

The woman, after all, was surely a housekeeper of some kind, wasn't she? After all, Aiden had never made mention of his courting anyone. Dorian so having asked him that very thing not so long ago. The Monarch was inclined to assume that his sibling had merely brought a member of his own staff, such a thing hardly unusual in any sense. Indeed, perhaps Aiden might feel more at home with his own caretaker nearby. Dorian, in that moment, utterly oblivious to how very....royal his own manner of thinking was given to be as he offered Mira another smile. That politeness hardly faltering. At least not until that near thundering -crash- from outside. That sound seemed to nearly shake the house! Dorian was quick to pivot upon his feet, that cry of alarm on his lips. His gaze was drawn away from the font window and towards the rear of the home where that sound originated. What little of that back garden he could see through those far windows appeared to be.....destroyed. A blue Aventador having appeared within one of those garden beds amongst the rubble of pots, plants, flowers and a decorative fence stewn over the front of the car that had, mercifully, managed to stop before it came through the back of the house entirely. How utterly potent the silence that followed. Each of them, it seemed, inclined to stare in silent shock at the car that had somehow appeared- and destroyed half the back garden in its wake. That silence was, at last, broken by Aiden's distinctly loud 'what the fuck'. Dorian, this time, made every effort to look away from that destruction before he could view it in its entirety. His eyes seeking Sebastian's own.

"My Azaleas are ruined aren;t they? I can't bear to look. Are the roses gone too? Tell me the roses made it, Sebastian."

In the very least- they had found Aiden's car.

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