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

It was utterly silly of him, really, to allow himself to be emotional over the very sight of his Consort wearing that crown. In their time together Sebastian would surely wear many crowns and yet, somehow, this one was of importance to the Fae for reasons even he was not entirely availed off. It was simply meaningful to him that, after so many centuries alone he had finally found that very being he was assured that history or fate itself or whatever deity it was that controlled such matters had so designed that he would eventually meet. As if it had somehow been necessary for him to wait those five hundred years so they their paths might cross. As if he had so been waiting for Sebastian all that time. It was a foolish, romantic notion and yet, sometimes, Dorian took but a measure of enjoyment from so considering those things all the same. Soul Mates, he was sure, did not happen by mere chance alone and yet for now he allowed those idle thoughts to pass as he uttered his assurance that Sebastian was nothing short of dashing in that crown. His voice was unable to shake that emotion entirely and yet his lover hardly queried it for now if he even noticed it at all. Dorian so finally having found that being whom he loved enough to wear that crown. They had all said it would not happen. His Mother, his father, even his siblings when they had been alive had been assured that unless he was forced to marry he never would, even despite his ever-easy manner with women that so seemed to see them fall so readily for him. Yet too, how his family had promised him he would never see that throne either. How wrong they had all been. Just like that very witch whom had so cursed each and every one of them to die within that castle. How meaningful it was to have very near done all they said he never would. How meaningful Sebastian truly was even that vampire would surely deny it.

It was a simple matter then, for Dorian to lean forward and let his lips brush against his lovers cheek in that entirely affectionate manner. The Monarch still seeking to assuage whatever worries it were that afflicted that man he adored here and now, Dorian simply unwilling to allow his Consort to be in any state of distress that he might somehow alleviate. That simple assurance however, that they hardly need speak of the matter any further was met with a simple nod. There were, after all, times to pry and times to merely allow things to pass. Whatever it was that had so concerned his lover and Dorian in turn, it seemed the vampire was wholly willing to forget for now and though surely it bothered the man still, Dorian was perhaps willing, in the wake of all they need do tonight, to merely allow it to be brushed aside as Sebastian desired. Those words of explanation however, so fell from his lips all the same. Dorian, in the least, seeking to assure that Sebastian so understood just that meaning behind the gift he had offered him tonight even if it was perhaps silly. Yet how utterly poor it would be of him to allow his lover to so see those portraits of ever other ruler and consort about the palace, each with their own consort crown, only to deny Sebastian his own! Dorian so refusing to entertain even the idea that the vampire might be somehow undeserving even if they were surely the first of their kind in so very many ways. The vampire had hardly proven to be that woman everyone had expected and that crown had been originally designed for and yet the Fae King was assured such trivial things could easily be worked around even if there would be those whom would oppose them in the years to come. That soft utterance that Dorian's own love might be all he required so saw that simper adorn the man's lips once more. That, he was assured, was a requirement easily met. That sudden query in regards to the consorts of the rulers whom had come before him momentarily seeing the Fae frown but slightly in consideration as he so helped his lover to his feet.

"My grandfather, Alfonso The Magnanimous, had a consort for many years. She was of delicate health though and she could not provide him a child nor even a pregnancy, he so refused to crown her officially because of this. She would later die childless. Prior to them there were two consorts whom died of illness before they might be crowned, one whom was caught having an affair with a stable boy, one whom attempted to assassinate the King himself and one curious scenario in which my great, great, great grandfather had several consorts and could never decide which one he wanted to crown. He continued changing his mind, I suspect, quite simply, because he was a terrible excuse of a man and ended up marrying a different woman entirely whom he was then unfaithful too."

This, Dorian was assured, was not the sort of company he desired Sebastian be so mentioned within. The sickly, the unfaithful or the murderous. His features frowning but slightly once more in further consideration of it, the man making no effort to hide his disdain for at least one of his relatives. After all, there was little within Dorian near so harsh enough as to treat women so poorly as that. He led the way easily then into that hallway and past those rows upon rows of painted portraits of each and every King whom had come before him, his own portrait at the very end and right before those double doors that so led into the throne room. His hand tightened within Sebastian's own now before so adding just that one final assurance that such a crown truly did suit him and would surely do as a place holder- that more genuine smile he was rewarded with wholly satisfying, his head nodded in assurance before he released the vampires hand to make his own entrance into that throne room. The room itself had been decorated entirely in the red and gold of Naples, those banners hung from every eve, the white marble beneath so entirely polished that the reflections of those whom stood atop it could be seen within. The room was entirely full, Dorian's own immediate court making up a significant portion and yet within that room stood a scattering of other officials, dignitaries, state secretaries, the president and prime minister both along with several representatives of other nations. As was that tradition Dorian and Sebastian alone were so provided with chairs, all others expected to stand save for the elderly with whom had been presented ornate red velvet stools of sort to sit upon.

Dorian so easily stepped up that dais, seating himself readily upon that red and golden throne, resting his arms atop those carved griffins that made up the sides of that impressive chair. Sebastian's own chair, though a little less ornate had been placed to the right of his own at the foot of that dais. That Consort chair was, perhaps, a little more forward then it normally was and yet Dorian was hardly inclined to have Sebastian seated somewhere he could not see him at all. The room had fallen instantly silent in the wake of their arrival, each and ever being within it bowing down immediately as Dorian sat, that light wave of his hand gesturing them to rise once more. Sebastian alone was surely the only being whom might so be aware of that anxious dance of his heart within his chest. The Monarch the very picture of control even if it was but a façade. This was what he had spent a very large portion of his life so learning to do and carrying out in turn. That very man Sebastian knew so seeming to shift in that moment to be what was expected of him. Dorian appearing entirely serious, unnervingly calm and so in complete control of that room with but his heart to betray him to one being alone as his gaze merely roamed across those present as if to satisfy some curiosity before gesturing to Benito. The little man hurrying forward now to announce that first speaker- an envoy of none other than England herself.

That well-dressed man came readily forward to stand before them now, his head bowing once more before so announcing that it was Her Majesties wish that in the coming year Sebastian and himself might return to England. It pleased her immensely, or so the man claimed, that an expatriate such as Sebastian had found place within the Italian courts and she held desire that they might appear at her own for the time was surely right to revisit English and Italian ties. How pleasing it might be that those once strong bonds between his own country and that of England might be made whole again, Dorian content to return word to her Majesty that they would see to arrangements within the next year. That first speaker was followed then by the minister for agriculture so reading his annual report, a university hoping for funding for research into a terribly long word Dorian had already forgotten, the envoy for Japan whom promptly invited them to a place called Tokyo before a member of the public at last came forward with his companion. They wished to bestow upon his Majesty and his Lordship a gift from the Open community, one man proceeding to give a rather impassioned speech as to how Dorian and Sebastian himself were leaders in history no less. The confusion upon Dorian's own features so evidently clear as that man proceeded to hand that wrapped gift to Benito whom in turn mounted those stairs to offer it to Dorian.

It was a simply matter to undo that wrapped paper. Dorian so eyeing that.....very bright rainbow flag within. The meaning of it utterly lost upon the ancient Fae and indeed most of those decidedly ancient beings within the court and yet, ever gracious, it was simply a matter of thanking them for such a thoughtful gift that, Dorian was assured, went with nothing he actually owned. The Monarch content to appreciate it all the same despite having missed its meaning entirely. Benito moving then to offer it to Sebastian to admire in turn. Several more reports were read then, the prime minister at last standing to speak and so announce that in the wake of Dorian's return the approval rating for the palace had never been higher, Italy's economy was rising and the country was in excellent shape to meet that oncoming year. Dorian deciding in that moment he rather liked the man. Benito announcing then that the President so requested to speak. How difficult it was to keep the disdain from his face! Dorian so managing something almost akin to indifference in the least as that large man stepped forward. I should look it called to the attention of the court, firstly, that it has grown very late in the evening and in the interests of some of our more elderly court members I think it would be wise if, in future, his ever-gracious majesty might consider holding Court at an early time. Perhaps four of five in the afternoon?

It was not yet even nine-thirty in the evening. Dorian entirely aware that such words were not at all for care for any 'elderly' members of court but an attempt at undermining himself and so attempting to display some almost petty push of power while so deliberately choosing a time in which Sebastian would find it truly difficult to attend. As if to display some weakness in the Monarchy with gilded words of feigned sweetness. His own lips parted to speak when, rather abruptly, another man stepped forward. At well over six foot five he towered above the others, his complexion and accent so giving him away as a Spaniard- his fangs so clearly displaying his vampiric nature. Mr President will forgive me for the intrusion then but it seems to have escaped your notice that the Lord Ellington and Crown Consort of this nation is a vampire. An early court time will not suit him- unless, of course, the President is so stating he has a problem with vampires, does he?.

"Benito, who is that?"

Dorian's voice uttered softly, gesturing to the Spanish vampire now arguing with the President rather vocally. That would be his Lordship Santiago Della-Vega, he is of the Spanish aristocracy, he is a vampire and an aged one at that. His is about your Majesties age. He is quite fond of the drink though I fear.

"Is he drunk now?"
It is possible though he appears to be walking alright and shouting quite heartily.

Dorian remained silent a moment, the two men loud enough to block out any other sound, his voice uttered to Sebastian alone then, the faintest hint of a simper touching his lips.

"We should have that man to tea one day. I suppose I ought to stop them though. Do you have any thoughts on this time issue before I do?"

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