Marriage was, without a doubt, an entirely more intense level of intimacy then that relationship he now held with the King. It was not to say that Sebastian was not entirely dedicated to the man whom led him through those glorious hallways. He was, God he was, and yet, with her, that commitment still hadn't been enough. Sebastian feared that the exchange of vows might have an impact upon the beauty of this. He wanted things to remain as they were, the thought of it changing, the thought of even repeating any aspect of his previous relationship was enough to make the man inwardly cringe. And yet, Dorian was different from her, even though Matteo had proclaimed the man a dreamer, he knew well his lover was altogether sensible, at least. Surely that meant something, didn't it? Was Dorian not worth the risk? And yet, if it should fail, to be frank, Sebastian wasn't certain his heart was capable of withstanding a repeat. His own lips pressed together in a small frown at this internal turmoil that so afflicted him, the man wordlessly arguing within himself on the feasibility of those vague words his boyfriend's father had offered him, though even he was uncertain wholly why he bothered if it was but a fate already set in stone.

He hardly paid any heed to the guards at the door, nor the way it opened to so admit the pair. Rather, it was the plethora of noise behind those rooms that saw Sebastian's gaze refocus upon the room he was presented with. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly as his indigo eyes trailed across the walls and those crimson and gold colors that decorated every inch of the room. It was unarguable that a certain sort of life had been introduced to that once cold and dim palace, the plethora of faces that so stared at him as his lover led them through the room hardly unnoticed by the man. So this was his lover's court. This was the very place in which he had, priorly, so been prepared to become accustomed to, these very people the ones he had intended to acquaint himself with and yet, Matteo's words had left him decidedly preoccupied with vastly more important topics lingering upon the back of his mind. He tried to focus on the present moment however, instead allowing his gaze to drift over the food that adorned the table as a small simper settled across the man's features, entirely attempting to appear pleasant, at least, as the vampire trailed after the King only to settle within that empty chair so designated entirely for him.

His gaze shifted ever so slightly to the King at his side, entirely attentive to his lover's words as he uttered softly how he had forgotten what his court had been like, the sensations, the sights, the smells. It had been nearly five hundred years, he supposed, since his lover had seen his own halls quite like this. For a moment, Sebastian simply watched his lover as those emotions so fluttered across his features and yet, his own navy gaze softened ever so slightly. He did love Dorian. Those emotions he felt for this singular man! Those thoughts of marriage once again filling his mind and yet, he offered the King a simper, "It is beautiful, Dorian and everything looks delicious." It was an effort of reassurance, even if it was hardly necessary. The Englishman so often put his lover's needs above his own, this moment hardly any different than any other. That sudden presence of servants at their side with plates ready, however, drew the vampire's attention away from the Monarch as he was questioned over whether or not he preferred this plate or that or if he'd had such and such food, the majority of such entirely foreign to him to the point where he found himself agreeing with the servant more often than not. What he had ended up with, however, was a plethora of nearly unrecognizable dishes of pasta and vegetables and something that looked quite like....feet?

That wine, however, was met with a far more welcomed desire, the man immediately reaching out to sip on the contents before judging it was of an appropriate year and, perhaps doubly so, appropriate enough to ease his troubled mind. Alcohol had always been his vice when he found himself under any measure of stress, this prospect of marriage bothered him vastly more then he attempted to appear. Sebastian had scarcely decided what he wanted to first place within his own mouth when a soft sound from the King drew his attention, that reassurance that the food was real drew a soft chuckle from his lips. "I had little doubts." He offered softly before he scooped several pieces of this pasta salad onto his fork. His own consumption of that meal, however, hardly went entirely without interruption, a woman near him entirely content to coax the man into conversation more often than once and yet, Sebastian hardly minded terribly. Each of her idle inquiries were met with nothing but an entirely polite answer and yet, he hardly felt the need to expand upon such conversation, much less draw her in further in the fashion he so often would have done.

He was entirely oblivious to the fashion at which Dorian's gaze so often settled upon himself, the man momentarily preoccupied with moving those feet onto that odd bed of lettuce he had been served and, perhaps too liberally enjoying the taste of that wine as it made those concerns of his future wedding somehow, less. It was that slight brush of his lover's fingers up his arm that drew his navy gaze upwards and yet, he found his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as his lover so softly addressed him. A small shrug crossed his features, his wrist flicking in such a way to brush off that concern, "In truth, I hadn't the slightest idea of what they were, I sort of said yes to everything he suggested." It was a trait peculiar of the British surely, for saying no to something offered was certainly entirely rude, particularly of his host's servants. "The food is fine." He assured the King, even if he found himself not terribly hungry, far more of his dish pushed around rather than actually eaten.

He hardly expected the soft sigh that left Dorian's lips but moments later, his own gaze rising once again before the Englishman nearly froze as Dorian inquired as to what that elder fae had told him. He was fairly certain that it was not his place to inform his lover the full extent of the conversation he'd had with the man's father, much less the confirmation he'd received of exactly what Matteo was. Thankfully, Dorian continued but a moment later, assuring him that the Frenchman enjoyed saying curious things. Curious things? Was that what the mention of so being the man's son-in-law was? Just a curious thing? And yet, that thought alone was quickly dismissed in the afterword that Matteo had merely informed him of but one future that possibly could happen. Then it was a possibility? His eyebrows furrowed, his gaze turned quite intently back towards his dish and yet, perhaps it was not truly a terrible idea to admit at least some of what he had been mulled over. After all, he scarcely knew Dorian's thoughts of marriage, what if the King disliked the idea or hardly wanted to be his in such a way?

His fork shifted around those vegetables for a moment, searching for one in particular amongst the peculiarity of that medley. "Oh....he merely suggested that..." His voice trailed off, almost unsure of exactly how to voice that topic in a fashion that was diplomatic. "...that...he looked forward to...seeing us...wed." Sebastian picked up a piece of zucchini from his plate, shoving it in his mouth to chew on it quite thoughtfully before, adding after a moment as if those words that had left his lips prior had been but mere talk of dinner. "The zucchini is quite good." He was entirely assured, now that those words had left his lips, that he was far better off remaining silent on the topic, that nervousness and concern gripping his heart with a newfound vengeance as his attention turned quite intently upon finding yet another one of those pieces of vegetable he found he liked.