every king had a story, of ancient glory,sweetly told
How very unexpected that guest was this evening. Indeed, it was rare in every sense for either Sebastian or himself to bring home any sort of company. The pair rarely given too much of a chance to socialize outside of politics or family. Arlo and Abigail were perhaps the last friends from outside that narrow circle that Sebastian had introduced to him. Dorian so having come to decide he found the other couple to be terribly agreeable and rather good company- despite their oddities. This William Cavendish, however, was another matter entirely. Heavens, but his aura was unlike anything the Fae King had ever seen! Sebastian moved to stand to the side of his desk then. That very place his husbands own by rank and right as William came to stand before him. Dorian's mind, in those moments, was near sluggish to find that understanding of exactly who William was. At least until the Englishman offered that polite bow and too, Sebastian so uttered the expanse of William's titles. Surely this could not be Sebastian's friend from his mortal years, could it? There was little, after all, that Sebastian had not shared with him over the years of their marriage. William, his sister and too- the veritable mess that had been left in the wake of that relationship had been difficult for the vampire in every sense. Dorian so having been under the very belief that William had abandoned Sebastian all over again. How very many questions he so found he had!
That near age old politeness, however, was quick to prompt those pleasantries from the Monarch's lips. Dorian's tone so holding within it a distinct coolness that was decidedly rare for the Fae King in every sense. William's insistence that he hoped that which Dorian had heard of him was good was near hurriedly answered by Sebastian in turn. His husband insisted he had only spoken of him in the best fashion. Dorian's silver gaze shifted toward his husband briefly, that anxiety of sorts remained nothing but clear upon Sebastian's features even despite the vampires' determined effort. William too appeared almost...flustered and yet the Monarch so hardly chose to comment upon it now. The Hunter was so merely afforded a near tight-lipped smile at his insistence he looked forward to getting to know him. Had Sebastian forgiven William for his past transgressions? It was, after all, within the very nature of his husband to be forgiving. Indeed that very trait was but one he so adored about Sebastian in every sense and yet it was so hardly that past altercation that truly prompted that...displeasure within the Fae King. Rather it was that which was so strikingly clear within William's aura that prompted a knot of sorts within Dorian's own stomach. How loath he was in any sense to be impolite to his husbands companion and yet how unwilling he was to entertain a man who was, so clearly, in love with Sebastian. A love that was surrounded in turn by a lack of stability quite unlike anything Dorian had ever seen. Had Sebastian any idea of how very...dangerous this William might prove to be?
Dorian's gaze shifted from William once more to meet the ardent blue of his husbands own. His accented words, this time, so querying just how long William intended to visit with them for. That veiled query of just when William was leaving was surely one Sebastian had already seized upon as a soft sigh left the vampires lips. Sebastian's own accented words were quick to offer that explanation not only for William's presence but too- his disappearance those years ago. William so apparently the victim of a kidnapping. Dorian's own eyes rose in a distinct surprise. After all, to hold a Hunter was no small feat and yet how well he understood the pain of being....kept away from the world. Dorian, despite himself, unable to prevent that very sympathy he felt for the other man and yet he could hardly prevent that frown that found his features in light of Sebastian's insistence he had offered the hunter a place on the security team in an effort to provide both sanctuary and financial stability. Was Sebastian truly so oblivious to William's feelings for him? Surely....had he known....he would so hardly have suggested such a thing, would he?
The Monarch's gaze shifted from his Husband to William and back again. That utter silence from the Fae King was decidedly rare and yet so surely spoke but volumes of his discontent. How desperately he did not desire to upset Sebastian and yet he could not, would not have such an unknown entity within their very home. He had always been forced to....share his husband to some extent. Sebastian's very need for blood was...far more than Dorian himself could provide and yet Sebastian was nothing short of discreet in his efforts to obtain such things. He never spoke of those other beings he fed from and in turn Dorian was ill inclined to ask. There were surely hundreds, if not thousands of beings within the world in love with Sebastian for one reason or another and yet they existed outside their home. They were...forgettable, cast easily from Dorian's mind. To have one such being within their home was...more than Dorian was willing to bear. His gaze had shifted to that notebook, Dorian eyeing those words printed upon the pages without truly reading them. Dorian's tongue brushed slightly across his lip in a faint and yet near imperceptible gesture of anxiousness before his head simply shook softly.
"I won't have him in the house."
Those words came near suddenly, abruptly and with far more authority than Dorian had ever chosen to speak with in regards to his own husband or any of Sebastian's friends. The Fae King's eyes shifted upward then to meet William's own before turning to Sebastian once more.
"I respect that he is your friend, Sebastian and out of that respect he may remain on our security detail but his job, I am sorry, will be to guard the gates to our property."
Dorian's gaze shifted a final time toward William then, meeting the other man's own levelly. The Monarch's words, this time, holding that distinct authority once more- one laced with a notable formality that so removed but any hint of familiarity. Dorian, in that very moment, so setting that tone of King to subject. One that left no question of William's place.
"Unless there is a sudden and severe threat to His Highness' life you are not permitted to be in the house. If you accompany His Highness anywhere for any reason there must always be another guard present as well. If you can ride a horse, Mr Cavendish, then my Grandfather might have a place for you in the cavalry and I will be happy to discuss it with him. These conditions are not negotiable at this time and you are free to seek other arrangements for employment outside of our household if you choose. This, however, is my final word on it. I will have no further conversation."
How certain Dorian was that there was a great deal to discuss with his husband in the wake of that command. Sebastian, he knew, would be undoubtedly displeased with him and yet for all the Monarch was so willing to share within his life....Sebastian was but the one thing he would not. Not under any circumstance. Not with a man whose very mind seemed...broken to some degree. Those very thoughts, however, were surely to be shared with Sebastian alone and not with the Hunter still presently standing before him. Dorian, on this, entirely determined to enforce his authority as King.