There was a distinctly undeniable pleasure of sorts to be had in so having his sibling admire those very works of art he had done. Motorcycles and engines, it seemed, a shared and common interest between the pair even if those interests so tended to diverge at certain points. How he could so hardly help that delight he took in those machines and how they worked! Even the faintest glimpse of approval from Aiden seeming to delight the Monarch no end as he so attempted that explanation of just why those bikes were so very.....important to him and too- why he had gone to such lengths to attempt to understand how they might work. After all, the world, in modern times, was but positively filled with things he did not understand! Dorian so desiring, at times, to understand it all and yet too those moments in which the man found himself never overwhelmed by such a momentous task were terribly frequent. The Fae King, often, at a loss for where he might start at all in his efforts to catch up to those around him. Dorian assured, on occasion, those around him were but surely tired of so having to explain those manners of workings to him even despite how quickly he so tended to learn. Those engine drawings his own attempts to work out for himself just how those bikes might come together. It was surely better, after all, to follow one's passions and interests merely then trying to learn all manner of oddities at once. Aiden's soft mutter to see how 'good' he truly was so prompted that inquisitive look to the Fae's features. His brother proceeding to flip through that sketchbook before settling on two drawings in particular. Dorian so inclined to watch him curiously before Aiden pointed to one specific engine.
"Yes, I see it."
He offered simply. His silver gaze so eyeing that part of the drawing Aiden so seemed to desire he might study. His sibling promptly declaring it to be the fuel tank. The very place that gasoline was pumped into to mix with air. Aiden continued to flip that book once more then, the man shifting to another picture to point out that cylinder block. Dorian so eyeing that very thing with a clear fascination before that insistence upon the manner a spark plug worked to combine with a turning key to create small explosions seemed to near mystify him entirely! Those explosions, Aiden continued, where what resulted in those pistons so being forced into motion. Those pistons working with crankshafts and gears to send energy to that rear tyre. Motorcycles, so apparently, powered by that rear tye alone. Dorian so momentarily staring at his own drawing far more intently once more as Aiden declared that such was the basics of the function of a motorcycle engine. The Fae King positively blown away by such information!
"How on earth do you know so very much? You are wonderfully clever. Did Matteo teach you such things? Although, I have seen him shout profanities at tractors so I am given to suspect that not all engines, at least, are agreeable to him."
That amusement so danced upon his features once more before those silver eyes shifted to his sibling again with a look so near akin to awe. That Aiden might know so very much about such a thing was decidedly thrilling. Dorian so finding his mind near filled with a plethora of questions for his sibling once more! How many other machines did Aiden know off? Did a car work in the same function? What of a truck? Or a train? What of the engines that powered planes? How many things there were to wonder off! Sebastain, perhaps, might be able to find him a book on engines if he asked. Dorian contemplating that very thing as Aiden settled back within his chair once more only to insist that a golden coloured motorcycle might surely be acquirable. The Monarch's own eyes so widened notably at that very insistence, Dorian, until now, hardly having considered those bikes might come in such a splendid shade. How glorious! Surely such a thing would be far nicer than any 'mount' his siblings had ever had. The very sought of thing to make them terrible jealous, as petty as such an idea surely was all these years later. Aiden, for his part, seemed to understand that notion well with his suggestion that bike would look most splendid in the entrance hall. Dorian yet again unable to prevent that near beaming grin even if he might never be able to ride that striking machine. It was, he was sure, near pointless on occasion to even wear that very crown when he was still prevented from doing so very much! Responsibility, expectation, power- they so all came at the price of his freedom, to some extent, of that he was sure. Yet, truthfully, he was rather certain Sebastian would not have allowed him to ride a motorcycle even if he were not King.
Dorian's head shook gently as he returned to his own seat, as if to dismiss those thoughts that toyed with his mind in favour of a far more pleasing one. Breakfast. Those meals so hardly mattered very much to himself and yet he was nothing if not determined to assure Aiden and his mortal body were indeed far more well fed. His brothers agreement that he was ready for that meal so readily saw the Monarch's hand lift upward. That simple, singular gesture promoting that rush of activity that saw those trays of bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes and hash brown brought out. Dorian himself entirely content to indulge in that veritable breakfast feast and hot coffee presented to them. That young Fae woman hurried forward with those napkins then, Dorian so leaning backward to allow her to place that linen across his lap before she hurried toward Aiden. The utter bafflement upon his siblings features prompting that chuckle from Dorian himself as he made some effort to explain the desires of the maid to place that napkin for him. Aiden appearing nothing short of disgruntled at such assistance before reluctantly allowing it with that roll of his eyes. Eye rolling, Dorian ha come to decide, was quite a habit when it came to his sibling. One the Fae King was inclined to find near amusing. It hardly took long for both men to see to selecting those breakfast foods, Dorian speaking but briefly on the constitution of the Fae body and his bafflement as to why Matteo so insisted on eating so often. Aiden hardly hesitating in eagerly engaging in that meal with as much vigor as their shared father. That very idea that the Were body possessed a faster metabolism then norma had so surely never to the Monarch. Dorian momentarily considering that notion.
"You know, I had never considered that and yet it makes a deal of sense."
After all, a Were so had to shift from one form to another. A were so essentially two beings, rather then one. That such a body would need more energy was nothing short of logical. Dorian had no sooner allowed that very thought to settle then his silvered gaze turned back t his brother once more as they ate. The Monarch so announcing that he was so finally pleased to have Aiden to himself if only so they might discuss those very things the crowd of thanksgiving had prevented them from doing before. Aiden so peering toward him almost warily before Dorian inquired of those critical questions, those favourite colours and seasons and whether or not Aiden himself had any sort of significant other. That very mention of a boyfriend seeming to halt his sibling entirely. Aiden staring near blankly toward him as Dorian instead that Aiden truly was a rather attractive fellow. Both Sebastian and himself having observed that very thing upon the evening they had met. Truly it was as if Aiden had never been told such a thing before! The other man appearing to have forgotten the manner in which he had, only moments ago, been within the middle of breakfast. That pancake upon his fork tumbling off to fall into a puddle of syrup as Dorian merely allowed one eye to raise. That silence seemed to persist for several moments longer before Aiden promptly declared summer was his favourite season and that he was not currently with anyone. That topic of relationships, perhaps, something of a...troubling one for his sibling. Dorian, for now, hardly choosing to press the man any further upon it.
"I am sure you will meet someone, one day. We, each of us, have a soulmate, this I know for certain. I hope you shall find yours the way I found mine."
That warm, genuine smile so found his lips then before Dorian moved to finish his breakfast as the plane so at last begun its descent down and into that major airfield. That black town car below already waiting to take them on to their next destination. Dorian lent easily back within his own chair then as those breakfast dishes were cleared and the wheels of the plane touched down upon that tarmac within Naples. Those staff so sprung into action once more in an effort to prepare that plane and the airport outside for their arrival. The jet so rolling to a stop beside a large, covered tunnel so often used to prevent Sebastian having to deal with that sun during those daytime flights and too- to prevent those cameras from photographing them. The airport already lined with those photographers and TV cameras. Dorian's gaze returning to his sibling then
"You can leave your things here, they will be unloaded and taken to the Palace while we are visiting the factory. Sebastian will see to it, we will meet him there later. You can ignore all the reporters, they wont be able to take any photographs in the tunnel and the car has tinted windows. Matteo said you were not terribly fond of having your picture taken."
Dorian allowed that simper to find his lips once more before raising from that seat to lead the way toward the door, those staff bowing politely as they passed. Dorian easily descended those steps from the plane to step into that red-carpet lined tunnel that led to the waiting town car at the end. The flashes of those camera's perfectly subdued by those screens. A footman hurried forward then to open that car door for both Dorian and Aiden to slide within before closing it behind them and rushing to the driver's seat. Your Majesty, your Lordship, I hope your flight was comfortable. It is not a long drive to our next destination Dorian offered that ready thanks then before settling into that seat once more as that town car smoothly drove across that tarmac and toward the main road. Several police cars moving to drive in front of them and clear that path. Dorian so entirely used to that display he so hardly paid any attention to that police guard. Those words uttered toward Aiden then.
"I hope you will like Italy. It is different from the city you call home and France both. I plan to show you both the city and the country while you are here- if you should like anyway. Do you see those large buildings there and there and there? They are all cathedrals or churches. My country gets very excited about churches."
That flicker of amusement danced upon the Monarchs features once more as that car continued on. Dorian content to point to several more of those buildings and too, the Palace of Caserta as they passed it. Several of those waterfalls within its garden's visible as they drove past those sides fences. It was, as their driver had insisted, hardly far to that factory, their car admitted easily through those gates and toward the first of several very large warehouse type buildings. The vast majority of the staff of those factories, it seemed, having eagerly come to witness their arrival. The town car pulled slowly to a stop then, the driver stepping from within to hurry to the rear door and open it once more to allow both Dorian and Aiden out. The factory director and CEO the first to step forward and toward both men then. A second dignitary making those announcements. Presenting His Majesty, The King and the Lord Aiden Tetradore. Your Majesty, your Lordship, might I present Stefano Domenicali, the CEO of Lamborghini. That very bow both himself and Aiden were afforded by the CEO was returned with that nod of Dorian's own head.
"It is a pleasure. We are both quite excited to be here today. My brother, in particular, is very keen to see what you do. He enjoys cars. I believe he even has one of your Lamborghini's"
Such news, it seemed, was nothing short of thrilling to the CEO, the man gesturing for Dorain and Aiden to follow him toward the main part of the factory as they walked. Stefano's gaze fixating upon Aiden then. "What do you drive?". Dorian's own attention lingered upon that sprawling warehouse they had approached, they very space filled with machines the likes of which he had never seen before. Dorian's eyes widening rapidly as they entered the first of those buildings, his eyes drawn away from those manufacturing machines and towards the rows upon rows of parked Lamboghinis. Near every make and model that company had ever produced so featured somewhere in that lineup as Stefano gestured proudly toward them. We thought his Majesty and His Lordship might enjoy a visual history of Lamborghini throughout the bygone eras, we also have several new models and concepts cars if you would like the see them later. So many colours! Dorian, even with his own lacking knowledge of the cars so readily found himself near instantly drawn toward them, his silver gaze running over those shining machines of red and blue and black and silver and yellow and orange. Aiden, for his part, appeared to have forgotten Stefano entirely as Dorian hurried after his sibling and toward those cars so neatly parked for their inspection like his own soldiers aboard their mounts during those trooping parades Sebastian and himself were so often required to oversee.
"These are beautiful! I do not have cars like this even at my palace."
Dorian paused before a Lamnbohini Huracan then, his fingers reaching out to run over that shining orange surface in a clear appreciation. That delight upon his features surely undoubtable as he glanced toward Aiden then. The other man appearing very near enraptured by the sheer amount of cars they were surrounded by. Dorian so affording his sibling that near impish look then.
"Do you know, Aiden? I have changed my mind. These cars.....are pretty."
That ready chuckle so hummed within his throat then. Dorian moving toward another of those cars several spaces downward, a Lamborghini Urus, the impressive vehicle so drawing his awe once more as Stefano all but beamed at such praise. If his Majesty does not own such a car then we would surely be honoured if you would choose one for yourself from any car here as a gift- or perhaps His Majesty would prefer to design his own? It would be an honour to provide Italy's King with a car of our making. That warm simper so found the Monarch's features then, Dorian's gaze shifted from Stefano to those cars, to Aiden and back again before his head so simply shook.
"This is a most generous gift! But I fear....I cannot drive. Such a gift should be wasted upon me. My brother though, he is fond of such cars, might he have the gift instead? He should adore it, I think, far more then I."
Of course, Your Majesty. His Lordship need only choose something from the floor, or if he would rather, we can custom design something to his needs.
Dorian, after all, was nothing if not observant. The sheer pleasure Aiden took in those cars hardly having been lost upon him. Quiet in nature though his sibling surely was. Such a gift, surely, would be far more appreciated by Aiden then himself. Dorian so glancing back toward the WereKing then.
"Which do you fancy?"
There were, surely, some perks to being King.