every king had a story, of ancient glory,sweetly told

How very much Dorian so wished he could ease that clear stress upon his brother's features at the notion that Matteo had not yet arrived. As if Aiden had not already been through enough tonight! The Monarch's silver gaze shifted toward that window in turn as if this very gesture might somehow prompt that missing car to pull neatly into the driveway and ease the anxiety of the room at large. Aiden moved to fish his phone from within his pocket then in another attempt to get hold of their Father while Dorian's own attention returned to the young woman his sibling had brought with him. Aiden, in his distraction, so clearly forgetting to introduce his companion. Prescott and Maxwell, both delighted by that new guest, seemed terribly eager to press their noses to Mira's figure before Prescott, in the very least, returned to Dorian's side. The Cursinu dog, ever since his earliest days, so eternally seeming to delight in finding a place at Dorian's side. Maxwell, in the same fashion, seemed to prefer Sebastian ever so slightly more. The Monarch's attention lingered upon the striking hispanic woman for severa more moments as she offered her on introductions. Aiden had not made any mention of bringing any members of his pack with him. Dorian, in light of that consideration, was assured that this must surely have been his siblings housekeeper. Aiden thoughtfully considered bringing his own staff. In the very least they could have another room made up for her and Elizabeth could surely show her where those things she might need in the house existed.

It was Sebastian's own soft interruption that prompted Dorian's gaze to shift towards his husband. The vampire's accented voice offered that soft insistence that he suspected Mira was, in fact, not Aiden's housekeeper. Sebastian's hand rose neatly then, forming a fist, with only that pinkie finger extended. That very gesture was one Dorian knew terribly well as his gaze so widened in surprise at what Sebastian so clearly indicated he saw. That young woman so apparently Aiden's soulmate! The look of surprise upon Dorian's features so hardly lessened as he glanced between Sebastian and Mira once more as if to ascertain the vampire was entirely certain and yet- when had Sebastian ever been wrong? Still- Aidne had insisted he had not been seeing anybody at all. Had his sibling....lied to him? Why on earth would Aiden not introduce that young woman until now? The surprise upon the Monarch's features so shifted readily into a look of confusion, his gaze settling more firmly upon his brother then. It would be distinctly improper to question Aiden upon such a thing now. Indeed, it might well prove hurtful to Mira herself to be told that Aiden so apparently never spoke of her. Dorian, for now, content to keep such thoughts to himself as his features so quickly returned to that ever present smile.

"I apologise Mira, I did not realise you were his...well....not his housekeeper. Would you like to share a room with Aiden? I can have another made up for you if you would still prefer your own space?"

Just what the nature of that relationship was Dorian so realised he hardly knew. Was Aiden aware of just what Mira was to him? Or was that relationship still within its infancy? Why on earth had he never mentioned her? Any further thoughts upon that manner were all but ended by the resounding -crash- that seemed to echo throughout the house. Dorian could hardly help that cry of alarm that left his lips, the Monarch instinctively pressing closer to Sebastian as his husband, in turn, shifted all the closer to him. That horrific sound seemed to last only a moment before a distinctly unsettling quietude seemed to surround that group at large. One broken by Aiden's sudden swearing and a near explosion of the dogs barking as Maxwell raced to take on that perceived threat and Prescott hurried back to Dorian's side once more. His hand reached insticitely to rest upon the brindle dogs head before the Fae King at last dared to peer toward the large window by the kitchen- one that afforded hima view of his and Sebastian's back garden....or what remained of it. His flowers were all but destroyed he was sure of it!

Dorian was quick to turn his gaze away from that destruction, his silver eyes instead finding the blue of his husband's own as he near implored Sebastian to tell him whether the roses had suffered the same fate as his azaleas. Dorian near sure he had seen most of these flowers painted across the wheels of Aiden's car in that brief glance he had taken. Sebastian was quick to insist one bush had surely survived that carnage only to change his mind mid-sentence as Matteo, somehow, destroyed what remained of it. Why on earth did the residents of this city seem so determined to destroy their home! As if Brennan and Serafina's destruction had not been enough! Dorian could hardly help that heavy sigh that left him then. The Monarch nearly resigned to the notion of having to repair that garden- once Aiden had, somehow, gotten his car out of it. Those tales of Matteo's utter inability to drive, it seemed, were decidedly true. Dorian's gaze shifted from Sebastian, to the garden and back again.

"I suppose....they were just flowers."
He uttered near softly. That clear distress still distinctly visible upon his features before the sound of Matteo locking that vehicle and making his way inside prompted Dorian to turn to face his Father, his shoulder pressing gently into Sebastian's all the same as he eyed the Frenchman. Matteo so content to appear for all the world as if nothing unusual had happened at all! How his father never ceased to amaze him! Dorian, in that moment, so inclined to consider whether Matteo was purely...arrogant, egotistical.....or truly did not perceive any great wrongdoing on his part. How baffling a person he was in every sense! How curious it was that such a thought should find him now and yet, in that moment, Dorian was near given to remember and evening in which Alexander and himself had spoken. The hunter insisted that Matteo was truly Fae in every sense. His blood is free from human dilution. A fae of the ancient world, not the more modern, less impish species that seemed to exist nowadays. A Fae as they used to be. An original 'Mischief Maker' and yet how very...tame such a phrase seemed for a being who had driven a Lamhogini through a back garden.

Any words Dorian might have offered were all but abruptly cut off by Mateo himself. The Frenchman flawlessly continued the conversation they had been having before he had all but destroyed it with his chaotic entrance. Matteo went so far as to insist that Mira was, in fact, Aiden's girlfriend. The woman apparently had been kept from the Frenchman in turn. Aiden, it seemed, having attempted to keep that relationship from everyone. How many questions Dorian was assured he had! The Monarch;s gaze turned briefly to Sebastian once more in clear confusion of this entire ordeal before his head softly shook in some effort to align his thoughts. Dorian wholly content to interrupt his Father then. The fashion in which Matteo seemed determined to look at anyone but Aiden hardly unnoticed.

"Matteo! You just drove a car through my...."

His father's insistence that there was no need for shouting and that he would fix those rose bushes readily seemed to coerce the Monarch to silence once more. For all Dorian's own status and power in life that....fatherly obedience remained distinctly strong. Dorian nothing if not a product of his time. To speak agianst his Father, even in such a situation as this, was all but the height of improper. To 'make a scene' was nothing short of forbidden in every sense. Later. Dorian would confront Matteo upon it later and in private. That veritable frown upon his features a near promise of just that. Matteo so effortlessly continued then, the Frenchman providing Mira with those introductions at last. The poor woman appeared nothing if not....flabbergasted by the entire ordeal. The mention of that 'girlfriend' title seemed to alarm her, the woman attempting to insist Aiden and herself were merely....what exactly? Dorian's attention continued to remain upon the hispanic woman as she looked near pleadingly to Aiden for help. Aiden, in turn, appeared focused on no one but Matteo. Mira near blundered onward with her insistence that Matteo at least had first impressions covered, the Frenchman, for his part, seemed to be intensely enjoying that confusion he seemed to have created within the woman before Mira declared she could hardly believe the family used Aiden's name.

"Hate's his name? Why on earth would you think that?"
That confusion within the room only seemed to deepen. Dorian's inquiry was polite all the same despite that baffled look upon his features. Had Aiden told Mira he hated his name? Why would he hate his own name? What on earth was going on here! Matteo, like the veritable eye of the storm he had created so hardly seemed phased as Mira, at last, seemed to understand that connection between each of them and Aiden in turn. The young woman declared that Matteo looked so.... Whatever she had been about to say was all but cut off. Aiden, who had remained near silent until that point all but erupted with such force, Dorian near jolted in surprise once more. His sibling, it seemed, had not been raised with those more traditional understandings that warned one away from making a scene. In fact, Aiden was quite determined to create a scene of the kind Dorian had hardly witnessed since his childhood. The Fae Monarch in that moment, utterly unable to look away as his brother unleashed upon their Father with more forceful passion (and daring) then Dorian had ever seen another attempt with Matteo before. How bold Aiden was! Dorian glanced upward toward Sebastian again, his very look so surely betraying how utterly unbelievable he found that scene before him as Aiden demanded Matteo fix that garden and car before commanding him to return the keys. Mira, for her part, was quick to shift back towards Aiden as if attempting to prevent herself being caught in the crossfire. Aiden suddenly commanded Dorian to take a picture of that destruction and send it to Alex.

Dorian moved to reach for his phone near the auto-pilot. The very shock of that entire scene all but captivated the Monarch entirely as he took that photo Aiden requested before typing in Alex's number. Don't you dare, Dorian. That command from Matteo all but saw the Fae King freeze before hitting send. Dorian veritably caught within the crossfires of his sibling and Father then. The man appeared as a deer within those headlights.

"I...I really would rather not be involved. Although Aiden, I must say you are doing rather splendidly, I...."

That look from Matteo so readily prompted Dorian into silence once more, the Monarch folding his arms behind his back- suitably cowed. Or at least for appearance sake. The phone, after all, was still nestled within his hand. Dorian abruptly hitting that send button from behind his back. Aiden was offered a near imperceptible nod as the vaguest of simpers found the Monarch's features. Aiden had fought for his flowers, after all. That alone so prompting Dorian to switch sides in that veritable war. Matteo, for his part, continued to appear near unconcerned with his youngest son's outburst. Indeed, if Dorian didn't know better he could have sworn Matteo was almost attempting to....goad Aiden into shouting more. Mira's voice was so soft it was nearly unheard over that shouting and yet her insistence that Sebastian and himself had a lovely home managed to permeate that sound all the same. Dorian, this time, affording the young woman the entirety of his focus. How impolite Matteo and Aiden were being when a guest was present! Dorian shifted but slightly then, the Fae king stepping closer toward Mira, his hand brushing agianst Sebastian to draw the vampire's attention in turn. Dorian was forced to speak more loudly to be heard over his sibling and Father.

"Thank you, we remodelled it recently after some...damage was done to the music room. Perhaps you might like a tour later? Would you like a cup or tea or some coffee perhaps? I promise we do not normally have such yelling. This is a veritable first. They are usually quite affectionate with one another really. My brother cares a great deal about his cars though you see and my father is.....well.....you met him. How long has Aiden been courting you?"

dorian ellington-aragona