Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The once widower had never thought he would marry again. The death of his late wife had such a profound effect on the vampire, quite near breaking the man to a point that he had made every effort to keep the world at large from ever getting that close again. For all his charisma and for all his morality, Sebastian had viewed himself as little more than a murderer for quite near a century. The vampire had become little more than a flighty enigma, never staying long to ensure he remained unattached from any distinct soul â€" until that night Dorian had walked into his life. The Fae Monarch had changed absolutely everything. In that, Giles had not been wrong. He could hardly help that simper of contentment that danced across his lips as his bright blue eyes stared up at those golden rings upon their fingers. For once, Sebastian hardly found himself balking from that commitment, rather, he quite near embraced it with a certain readiness he could hardly remember even offering her. This, he was sure, was what true love felt like, even if he didn't have that circling embrace of that bright crimson thread that so surrounded them for his eyes alone.

Sebastian shifted ever so slightly, the newly crowned Prince only further sought that closeness with the man he so adored. His body rested against those warm plains of Dorian's chiseled chest, his body fitting ever so perfectly against the Monarch as their bodies so instinctively intertwined. His head rested against his lover's chest, his own fingers gingerly brushed against his lover's skin, tracing those lines even as Dorian's hand reached down to settle within his locks. He hardly anticipated that rain of pedals that fell upon them, the man unable to help that soft chuckle upon his lips at those nearly playful antics of the fae Monarch. Those petals fell so easily upon the vampire, settling within his hair. The Englishman hardly bothered to brush those flowers from where they had settled. Rather, he was wholly content to remain settled against his lover, commenting instead upon that part of their evening that Sebastian himself had rather enjoyed - after all, to show his lover exactly those feelings he harbored for the man beyond that that very commitment he had spoken was somehow entirely satisfying. Sebastian relished in evenings such as this, nights spent curled up in Dorian's arms as if it was there he truly belonged.

A singular eyebrow rose at this distinctly Italian words and yet, that offer was one that Sebastian fully intended to take. After all, as far as he was concerned, that act of consummating their wedding was hardly over. Though the Italian Monarch had given himself to the vampire, Sebastian had yet to offer his lover that very same thing in return. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side as those bright blue eyes met the silver hue of Dorian's. "Beh, non pensavi che avessi ancora finito con te, vero?" (Well, you didn't think I was done with you yet, did you?) He inquired, that warm simper so toyed with his lips quite in the same impish fashion that Dorian so regarded him. Sebastian had every intention of taking advantage of those few hours he had left to commemorate that wonderful evening, an evening he was quite certain he would find himself near fighting the sun to prolong every moment longer that he could. Even so, Sebastian wholly looked forward to that honeymoon perhaps as much as Dorian himself did. For at least a month, he was given the free range of occupying the entirety of Dorian's time. For a little while, Sebastian was allowed to be selfish.

"We can vacation for as long as you want, Ma Bichette. I'll take you to see the whole world." He offered that sweet promise and yet, it was very much a real one. After all, the vampire was so used to traveling that to remain stationary in one place that was not England for nearly as long as he had thus far was almost...unusual for the man. That restlessness, that wanderlust, would undoubtedly afflict him at some point. At the very least, he could take advantage of Dorian's wonderment of a world still so mysterious to him, were it not for the knowledge of Maxwell that would excitedly await their return. His attention turned back from those internal considerations at the mention of those very countries that the King listed off. Though those destinations were by far lovely in their own right, Sebastian had little doubt of which had captured his own intrigue. It was, naturally, the very prospect of spending those days in the warm light of the sun that tugged greatest at the vampire, even if the man rarely spoke of just how greatly he truly treasured those glimpses Dorian gave him of that side of life that had been closed off to him for so long. To see those beaches, to lay out on the sand, even they were far more exciting than the nightlife of Barcelona or the long nights of Sweden. A warm simper settled upon his features all the same as his bare shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I am sure you will enjoy them all." He uttered all the same, those countries not entirely foreign to the vampire.

Dorian, however, seemed to accept that easy sidestep all the same, the man quickly taking up that idle comment instead of his excitement to meet new people. It was a curious idea, one that saw his eyebrow raise in some puzzlement as he inquired after why such a thing might so entice the fae. What he didn't expect was that it was his own introduction that might prompt such pleasure in the Monarch. Sebastian could hardly help that roll to his blue eyes and yet, he certainly wasn't one to rob the King of such a joy. Rather, he chuckled quite good-naturedly at that push upon his shoulder, the vampire all too quick to reassure Dorian that they would certainly meet plenty of new people soon enough. His lips pressed all to tenderly against his lover's own, the vampire wholly aware of that fashion in which Dorian so strive to deepen that kiss. Those yearnings, it would seem, had hardly been fully satisfied within the Monarch either. Still, he knew well he had to give his lover several moments longer to catch his breath before he was allowed to coax that desire back to the man's frame.

Truthfully, Sebastian had hardly expected that mention of presents. He had forgotten entirely of their existence, much less considered the sheer number that awaited opening. Still. If Dorian insisted it was a mountain, he certainly had no reason to doubt the Fae, especially after seeing their sheer number of people that had crowded the streets of Italy. "We will have so many thank you cards to send..." Sebastian uttered with a small sigh and yet, the vampire fully intended to do just that upon their return from their honeymoon, even if he hadn't quite considered the semantics of writing that many letters himself. His thoughts were pulled from that monumental task ahead of him by the sound of his name upon Dorian's lips. "Hm?" He inquired, his gaze turned back upon his lover. His nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the utterance of that new title bestowed upon him. It was one the vampire was still largely adjusting to if only for the responsibilities that so came with it. After all, at heart, he would eternally be the mere Baron of Belton. Even so, this was one promise the man found himself easily able to offer. "Forever and always - Your Majesty."