His Royal Majesty
The King of Italy
It was, Dorian was certain, by far one of the most wonderful drives of his entire life. The very speeds that vehicle was capable of reaching were simply astounding! How fast they went and how utterly smoothly Aiden seemed to guide that car as if his sibling anticipated every turn and shift and glide upon the road. Aiden had, surely, driven a very great deal in his life to achieve such precision. Dorian so momentarily akin to find himself near jealous of such freedoms to drive when and as he saw fit. The Monarch, in turn, entirely assured that if he was forbidden from riding a motorcycle that both Sebastian and his security team would be decently unimpressed with his driving such a car as well. They might permit it, perhaps, within the grounds of the palace and upon his sworn word to remain below a certain speed and with at least one other within the car with him lest some sort of emergency unfold. They were so hardly being foolish, his continued living, after all, was what kept the entire nation of Italy functioning and without a true heir to inherit his crown such duties of ruling would fall to Sebastian alone, or worse still, to Matteo. His security team and Sebastian in turn had nothing but his very best interests at heart and yet still- it was inclined to be so ...terribly restrictive when there was so much of the world he desired to see and try and experience. With Aiden beside him, in the very least, he was surely permitted to enjoy those glorious speeds and flashing colours as they raced past. Dorian so requesting another lap each and every time until the car itself so began to tire of their antics and consume its fuel supply until terribly little existed within the tank. How unfortunate to have to return to that garage!
It was with no small measure of reluctance that Dorian settled within the plush leather seat as Aiden carefully navigated that glorious car back into the hanger before cutting that engine. The rumbling, roaring sound died smoothly beneath them as Stefano hurried back over to inquire after their ride. Dorian had no sooner stepped from within the depths of that vehicle then his own team of stylists so hurried forward to fix every stray hair or minute blemish that had somehow occurred during that journey. The Monarch content to allow such things with minimal concern and yet- one young woman's efforts to fix Aiden's hair in the same fashion so readily seemed to capture his attention. Dorian quick to dismiss her away from his sibling. Aiden, in turn, veritable leaning away from that touch as if he feared the woman might somehow ensnare him permanently in her grasp! What a curious creature his brother was. A hint of amusement tugged readily at his own features then before Dorian so turned back to Stefano once more with his very desire to own that car Aiden and himself had driven. Indeed, he quite desired to drive it home himself, or at least, to sit within it while Aiden did so. Stefano was quick to find delight in giving them that very vehicle, the man offering a plethora of colours and choices only for Dorian to insist he quite liked that car just as it was. Any further efforts of Stefano to explain those extra features however were cut short by the Fae Kings own security team and their insistence that it was surely a risk to allow him to drive in any car but the one assigned to him and that Aidne, in turn, had hardly been briefed on driving protocol or indeed, should the worst happen, defensive driving manoeuvres.
Dorian's own features were quick to form that frown. The Monarch, today, inclined to flex is veritable royal muscle in this. Dorian quick to insist upon his own desires and that he could surely brief Aiden in turn. How terribly reluctant his security was to allow such a thing and yet how unwilling they were to disobey him in turn. A small nod of satisfaction was given toward his sibling then before Dorian so allowed himself to be ushered away for those photographs Stefano had desired. The man had been generous in his time and with his cars, Dorian wholly inclined to allow him those photographs he desired. The world, after all, did not need to know he could not drive those vehicles he posed with. His image alone would see that brand afforded even more prestige than it already had. It was only once those pictures had finally been taken that Dorian returned to Aiden's side with that query on whether or not he was sure there might not be something Aiden desired from amongst those cars. His sibling inclined to admit he desired to speak to Stefano about a Centurion. Dorian's own head nodding readily.
"I am sure Stefano can accommodate such things and organise a suitable price."
Those very words were uttered loudly enough to capture the CEO's attention once more, the man quick to nod his agreement along with the promise of significant discount. Dorian, when he choice, entirely capable of having those around him do as he desired. His silver gaze so readily returned to his sibling then he offered Aiden that promised briefing of sorts. The pair exempt from any and all traffic laws provided Dorian himself was within the car. His sibling, in turn, was inclined to stare toward him in veritable bafflement before querying that very thing as Dorian nodded once more.
"Yes, all laws. I have diplomatic immunity as it is but, so do you and so does our car when I am present within it. It is to allow us to flee any ...unfortunate situation in any means we deem possible should the need arise. To stop for traffic, after all, would be a security risk. I shall have the police clear our path and you may drive upon it however you like, although, Aiden, I should like it if you stay on the road in the very least."
A soft, warm simper so tugged at his features then in good humour. To remain on the road, it seemed, the only true request Dorian was inclined to make of his sibling. The Monarch, after all, was unwilling to risk the lives of his own people. Aiden, he suspected, inclined to drive upon the streets of Italy much as he had driven upon the tracks of Lamborghini. How forward he looked to such a drive! Several members of his security team were quick to insist they would follow that car all the same before making contact with that police force to begin clearing a section of the road upon that route Dorian requested they drive. Aiden and himself sure to be afforded a free, clear run unhampered by traffic signs or stop lights.
"I shall wait in the car while you speak with Stefano about the one you desire to buy.'
Stefano, he knew, was sure to offer those significant discounts. The man all to willing to have both the King of Italy and his sibling driving about within those Lambohginis if only for endorsement alone! Dorian so moved back toward the passenger side of the car then. His car. Even if he could hardly drive it such a thing remained a glorious thought all the same. How right Aiden had been. Someone, surely, could be coaxed into driving him about as he desired. Sebastian too would surely delight in driving such a car! It was some moments later that Aiden returned to that drivers seat then to settle beside him, that car roaring to life beneath the WereKings hands as those staff directed them, this time, toward the road outside. Their police escort so already having blocked several lanes to allow them to drive smoothly and unhampered out onto the freeway- Dorian's own security team driving swiftly behind. The road ahead, in turn, had been cleared as promised. Those other drivers so relegated to two lanes, the rest of the road left reserved for Aiden and himself. Such a sight it was from the front seat!
"I shall take you right into Naples itself. I have told Security where we intend to drive, merely follow the open paths left for us. You need not worry about traffic lights or signs or any such things."
Dorians hand waved lightly, the Monarch so clearly unconcerned with those road rules that hardly applied to them (Dorian hardly knew what most of them where anyway), Aiden, in turn, seemed more than willing to embrace such veritable freedoms as he piloted that glorious car into the heart of Naples itself. Those buildings and fountains, glorious and ancient in their architecture, flew by in a veritable rush. Dorian once more inclined to delight in that speed Aiden seemed to adore driving within once more. The Monarch, in turn, quick to point out those features of his country he so adored the most. The Fountain of Neptune, The Fountain of Giant, several iconic churches, Castel Nuovo with its high walls and ancient stone guardians, Mount Vesuvius as it rose, towering out of the ocean in the distance, the Piazza, as crowded as always and the very cathedral himself and Sebastian had been married within. That road so lead them further out of Naples then and along the ocean itself, Dorian content to have Aiden drive this way if only to allow his sibling to admire that ocean view in all its glory as it stretched away from the ancient city he called his own.
"That, in the distance, is Pompeii and Herculaneum. Do you know of them? When Mount Vesuvius erupted, that volcano, right there, it buried pompeii entirely. The explosion was so terribly hot many people were killed near instantly, their bodies encased in fallen ash that hardened over time leave the image of their final moments preserved throughout history along with the town itself. It is a rather unpleasant history I admit, but I find it wonderfully amazing. Pompeii was trapped within time, a Roman city, older then even I am, perfectly preserved, it is wonderful to see. If you should like I will take you there later in the week. The volcano is still active but I don't think it will erupt again. It is amazing to think that it is the very sort of world and city Father lived in."
Matteo, after all, was older then even Pompeii- those ancient city streets the very kind the Frenchman had surely one walked upon. Dorian inclined to find such historical insights nothing short of marvelous. His ever curious mind delighting within them and yet- perhaps Aiden did not enjoy such things? The Monarch wholly inclined, in turn, to leave such activities to his siblings choice alone. That road wove around that Bay of Fire then and back towards the city itself. His own Palace, at its near center, readily visable from that hill they so began to cruise down to re-enter the bustling center once more. Dorian was so hardly capable of keeping that grin from his features once more.
"That, where we are headed- is my and Sebastian's home. The Palace of Caserta. The front gates are being opened for us now, you may drive right up the main drive. You must tell me too, Aiden, do you prefer a view of the city or of the gardens?"
Just what sort of view his sibling might prefer, after all, was nothing short of critical. Those glorious gates, as Dorian had suggested, were opened and ready for them. His security was equally as swift in closing them behind the car as Aiden and himself drove through, that wonderful vehicle was piloted up that long, perfectly manicured driveway then to reach the palace itself. Dorian readily guiding Aiden to park that car in line with the red carpet already laid out for them to prevent that gravel of the driveway so damaging their shoes (obviously). Several of those servants were quick to rush forward the moment that car came to a stop to open both that passenger and drivers side door. Aiden and Dorian both offered those bows as they stepped from the car before Dorian moved to lead that way up that carpet and towards those towering double doors that lead into that enormous stone and marble reception room with its towering ceilings, polished floors and double stone staircase that spread around that room and below that vast open windows that allowed the light to stream in and down across the marbled floors. A large, stone lions guard each side of that staircase, their steps echoing throughout.
"Well, Aiden- what do you think?"