His Royal Majesty
The King of Italy
There was a certain degree of excitement that came with their descent into that Italian airspace. Dorian unable to deny that sense of delight he felt in so at last being able to show to his sibling that very country he held dear- even with the tragedy that had marred so much of his younger life and those previous siblings whom had made each day distinctly difficult when they had lived. Italy had and always would be his home, in a sense. Just as England would forever hold that appeal to his own lover. The familiarity of Naples itself was nothing short of contenting to the Fae King. Dorian wholly determined to assure that Aiden would enjoy that time spent within his nation and Palace. Even if they might be forced to carry out several royal duties while his sibling visited. The sheer amount of people whom waited at that airport to greet them was hardly dissuading to the Fae King in anysense. Dorian long since having become used to those lively crowds and the flash of cameras and yet it was Matteo's insistence that Aiden was not terribly keen upon having his picture taken that had assured the use of that darkened tunnel to allow them to travel between plane and car with little concern for any invasion of privacy. Dorian so assured those photographers had more than enough photographs of himself leaving and boarding planes to last a lifetime! Surely they did not require anymore and indeed, for Aiden's comfort, Dorian was entirely willing to forgo the involvement of the press.
Aiden had no sooner abandoned his backpack to the seat then Dorian moved to lead the way from the plane and down into the tunnel, those cameras incapable of piercing that darkened material as the pair moved down that red-carpet and toward the waiting black sedan. Hos disappointing that colour now appeared to him when Aiden had assured him so many other colours for cars existed in the world! Dorian so afforded that vehicle a final frown before that door was held open for them both. Dorian settled smoothly within that seat then, Aiden joining him a moment later before the door was closed behind and those police cars moved to drive ahead. The flashing lights cleared a path near instantly to allow the royal car that immediate access, the traffic so parting around them as they drove, several people inclined to wave toward them enthusiastically from their own cars. Dorian, by simple good nature, raising his hand to wave back even if he was rather assured those beings could hardly see him through those tinted windows. It was, he was assured, far better to be greeted with delight by his people then any measure of disdain. That sudden query from his sibling however so readily saw his silver gaze return to Aiden once more, the Were appearing baffled by the presence of the police and their escort.
"For any sort of official travel, yes. The police always accompany any car Sebastian or I travel in. It is a safety precaution. If the car was held up in traffic they believe their is a risk that ...undesirables may be able to access it. As such the police escort allows our car to travel without stopping. It is....an unfortunate part of ruling a country, I suppose, that Sebastian and I quite often receive threats of violence or death from those who oppose us politically, from those who oppose our species or even those whom dislike that we are both men. Real or not they take every threat seriously to prevent our being assassinated."
How matter of factly the Monarch so spoke of just such a matter. Dorian long ago having come to accept that notion that for all those whom so adored the Monarchy and wished nothing but success upon his husband and himself- there would always be those who did not, those whom would see them fail or indeed, those whom would seek to hurt them. Dorian readily having come to accept that notion that threats of death and violence agianst him were...rather common. Regrettable though it surely was. Dorian readily having accepted the reality of just such a thing. It was the ready sights of that city then that so drew the Monarch's attention. Dorian wholly content to draw them away from that less than pleasing topic to point out those buildings of interest as they past, along with those innumerate churches that rose so gloriously from amongst those terracotta roofs and cobblestone paths. Aiden's sudden question of why they had so many churches however readily prompted that look of surprise to Dorian's own features. The Monarch near assured he had never considered why his country seemed to adore those very buildings. They simply just...were. They always had been. Dorian so taking a moment to further consider that response.
"Religion is very important in my country, Italy is home of the Vatican and the Pope himself, after all. In Italy, church is not just attend on a Sunday. We have feast days for all the Saints, we observe a number of religious holidays and religion is very much a part of daily life. So much so that we need churches for all our people. Are you not very religious?"
Just when or how Aiden might choose to worship had so hardly occurred to the Monarch until that moment, Dorian glancing expectantly toward his sibling then. That rosary that hung from the man's neck, after all, surely pertained to some belief in God, did it not? Such considerations of his brothers faith were, perhaps fortunately, cast aside as they arrived at the very factory that was the source of their visit to begin with. Dorian finding himself decidedly curious to see those very cars as their own rolled gently to a stop and those doors were opened for them. Dorian moved readily to lead the way then, the Monarch oblivious to those bows he was afforded and the curiosity Aiden seemed to find in them as those introductions were offered. The CEO of Lamborghini himself coming forward to meet them with great enthusiasm. The very notion that Aiden so already drove one of those cars seemed to thrill Stefano entirely as he led the way into the factory. The man eagerly asking after just which car Aiden drove. Dorian wholly inclined to listen with intrigue to that answer in turn. Ah! The Aventador S, one of our best. A good choice. Just what such a car was Dorian so hardly knew and yet those rows upon rows of vehicles so suddenly presented before them so quickly erased but any such thoughts. How beautiful they were! How utterly splendid! Dorian, even with his starkly limited knowledge upon those cars so hardly immune to the shine of that paint and the sleekness of those machines. How terribly fancy they were! Dorian assured they were far, far more exciting then but any of those town cars Sebastian and himself travelled within. Perhaps he might speak to his own security department about....changing from those town cars, even just on the odd occasion. Dorian assured such a thing would hardly be permitted in much the same fashion as his riding those glorious bikes was forbidden. The Monarch, in that moment, so sorely feeling the press of his own responsibility to crown and country. It would, surely, be such terribly fun to ride in such a car on occasion. Perhaps even in the front seat, rather then the back as he and Sebastian were so often relegated to.
Dorian's gaze shifted but briefly away from that nearest car he had wandered towards in search of his brothers own figure, Aiden so seemingly having found an equal, if not more potent delight in those lines and lines of machines. The younger man appearing nothing if not taken with them. Dorian so allowing that small simper of satisfaction to find his own lips at Aiden's clear pleasure before commenting that Aiden had been right all along. These cars were indeed pretty. His siblings insistence that he could surely have told him that prompting that soft chuckle before his gaze turned back to the nearest car, his own fingers reaching out to run across its polished side. That sudden insistence from Stefano that he might surely have one of those vehicles if he desired it so readily saw both eyes widen in surprise. Dorian regarding the man with a newfound delight at such a splendid offer- even if he was largely incapable of driving it. Such a gift surely wasted upon him when he could hardly enjoy it to its fullest and as it was surely intended. Dorian allowed his gaze to shift toward Aiden then before glancing back to Stefano with that query on whether or not he might pass that gift to his brother in turn. Aiden, after all, so clearly adored those cars and would surely appreciate it more then himself. His sibling, in the least, could actually drive it.
That soft, subtle shake of Aiden's head however saw that glimpse of surprise return to the Monarch's own features. His sibling insisting that just because he couldn't drive that car hardly meant that he could not enjoy that ride in it. Dorian affording him that curious look then as he mentioned those car names that truly meant little to the Fae King before Aiden waved him over. Dorian effortlessly crossed that room then. The Fae coming to stand beside his brother as Aiden gestured toward a bright, shining red car before him. The Were declaring it to be a Veneno- one of only nine ever made. Stefano nodded along readily, the man clearly impressed with Aiden's knowledge as Dorian eyed that machine with distinct care. How beautiful it was! Aiden insisting it was magnificent, Dorian hardly inclined to disagree.
"It is. It has such a lovely shape. It is to make it more, how you say....air....areo....ah, I do not know it in English."
That Italian word, he knew, might surely prove foreign to his sibling. Dorian momentarily struggling with that description without Sebastian to translate it for him. A ready frown found his features then before the Monarch so effortlessly shifted to that Spanish he was assured Aiden might more readily comprehend when that English phrase escaped him still.
That, surely, was the reason for the cars streamlined look. Dorian glancing inquisitively toward his brother once more before his fingers reached out to run along the surface of that glorious car. The Monarch paused beside that window then to glance inside. A single word from Stefano seeing that set of keys brought forward, the CEO stepping toward them to open that car and allow the pair to gaze inside. Dorian unable to prevent that small gasp of delight at such a fine interior as he bent down to glance into that passenger side. How different it looked to the inside of those town cars!
"Are these seats leather?"
Of course your Majesty!
How very near offended Stefano seemed at the idea that they might be anything less. Dorian lent further into that car then, the Monarch eyeing those buttons and gears and devices he so hardly understood and yet looked on with a clear fascination. That excitement clear in his voice.
"Aiden! Are you seeing this? Look at all these buttons! What do they do? How does one make it drive? I should like to ride in it."
Dorian had very near climbed into that car as it was. The Fae King seating himself on that passenger seat then as Stefano attempted to suppress that simper of amusement that found his lips at his Kings enthusiasm. The CEO turning to Aiden then to offer those keys.
We have a private track if you and your brother would care to try the car before you decide? Dorian's head lowered once more to glance out that window and toward his sibling and Stefano then.
"Can you drive this, Aiden? I have not been in the front seat of a car in a terribly long time. Do you know, I don't think this car even has a backseat? Will you drive us around the track, Aiden? Surely we have time."