Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The now Italian Prince had, admittedly, thought very little of the wedding presents they were destined to obtain in those days and weeks after their nuptials. Although the concept of gifts was hardly peculiar in any sense, and though it was customary, to some degree, for other countries to send their gifts to gain the favor of the King, he hadn't realized the sheer amount of commoners that might make the effort to purchase their own present for that festive occasion. For now, however, it was the prospect of that plethora of furniture they had collected that intrigued the vampire most of all. Why the world at large had through the pair required a dining room set was baffling alone as it was, but to hear the very grotesque nature of Greece's in particular only saw a confused look cross the man's features. He was, admittedly, almost not surprised by the level of Greek Pride shown within that set of dining room chairs. Their people tended to be quite fond of the blue color that made up their flag. Even if it was fitting for the beachside country. God, he could only imagine how that color must clash with the golden and ivory palace.

"What are we going to do with all this bloody furniture?" The vampire inquired, those navy irises turned almost expectantly towards his lover, assured Dorian had to deal with this at some point before...although, it was doubtful his husband's captivity had included an overwhelming amount of furniture, now that he considered it. It was those very contemplations that wholly distracted the vampire from that small white pill he had requested. The Englishman was entirely determined in those promised duties to care for the Monarch in sickness and in health, even if that 'illness' was little more than a headache from last night's exceedingly profligate adventure. However, before he had a chance to respond to that query of exactly what that little pill was, however, Dorian was already bringing it to his lips, his tongue running over the pressed powder. Sebastian was hardly surprised by that recoil, the vampire quickly putting down his teacup as he reached for that glass of apple juice, coated lightly with condensation. He offered the King an apology, only to inform the fae of how to take that pill and what it was for. Sometimes, it was easy to forget all of those modern advances that Dorian was still ignorant to.

Sebastian hardly anticipated that his admittance might be his downfall. He kept particularly little from the fae King, the man assured Dorian should know the very effects that medication would have upon his body, filling his bloodstream with those chemicals. He wasn't, however, oblivious to the way his husband seemed to pause. A frown seemed to momentarily cross Dorian's lips as those silver eyes stared intently at the small Ibuprofen between Dorian's forefinger and thumb. It certainly shouldn't matter, as far as Sebastian was concerned. After all, the King's blood was currently 'tainted' as it was. The alcohol in his system certainly caused the vampire to avoid in partaking that flavor he so adored, if only for the thread of experiencing that hangover in turn. A frown of Sebastian's own crossed the Englishman's features as Dorian shook his head, dismissively placing that bill back on the tray between them. He could hardly help that glimpse of worry, even in spite of Dorian's insistence that he was okay. Clearly, the vampire didn't believe his lover in the slightest. It was Dorian's promise alone, that he'd taken the medication if the headache worsened, that stopped Sebastian from insisting on that pill.

A soft sigh left Sebastian's lips as he watched Dorian rose from that bed. That sudden pause in the King's usually fluid movements prompted a word of protest from the Englishman, though his efforts were cut short by Dorian's insistence that they needed to dress in order to board that plane. He was, admittedly, sluggish to rise from the warm cocoon of those sheets. Although, but mere moments ago Sebastian had been keen on encouraging his lover to a state of wakefulness, leaving the bed was a whole different matter. Eventually, however, Sebastian dragged himself to the wardrobe, only to find himself lingering near the fae King, his own dressing, in return, was far slower than usual. He was hardly aware of the true extent of his hover, at least, for it to be so blatantly noticeable to his husband in turn. That glimpse of amusement upon Dorian's features hardly helped to soothe that huff that left his lips as the Monarch so pointed out his tendency to linger. "I am not." He grumbled, those navy blue eyes almost purposefully turning towards those pants held within his hands in a boyish pout. With renewed focus, that process of dressing proceeded far quicker, those unpacked clothes neatly folded back into that suitcase he had been living out of for nearly a month now.

He was well aware of Dorian's voice in the other room, several of those words made out with a supernatural clarity thanks to those predatory senses. Even so, Sebastian took his time, emerging from that wardrobe only once the Prince had regained that appearance of aristocracy. His fingers toyed with the buttons of his sleeve as he emerged from that closet. His gaze turned upwards from those buttons on his wrist as Dorian closed that distance between them. That brush of the King's lips against his cheek prompted a warm simper upon his features, followed by a soft chuckle at that comment of the cologne Sebastian so often wore. How that very scent had once baffled his lover! And how he enjoyed the very smell so drawing his husband even now! His lover's sudden announcement of those plans he had seen to were hardly surprising, except for the fact that Sebastian hadn't anticipated Dorian to put such effort into securing that mean on his own behalf in the first place. The news of the species of his meal for tonight prompted an almost overdramatic sound of disappointment from his lips, only to comment teasingly on his known preferences for Dorian alone.

How he adored that rich sound of his lover's laughter, that sound alone prompted a grin on his face. That inquiry if he was ready, however, caused the vampire to pause but temporarily, his gaze drifted over the hotel as if to ensure they hadn't missed anything before his hand fit into Dorian's own. He allowed his husband to lead them down the elevator and towards the lobby, leaving the vampire to see to check out and the payment of that exquisite hotel room. The young clerk's gesture down the hall with that offer of blood upon her lips, however, briefly caused the Prince's gaze to shift to his King, as if ensuring, once again, that his momentary departure was acceptable. "I won't be long." He promised his husband, turning to follow the young woman down towards the hall and away from the Monarch. It was only a few moments later that he was led towards a set of double doors. The lounge within was clearly meant for entertaining guests, empty though it presently was beyond two young women that sat in front of an equally as empty bar. Sebastian largely suspected that they had closed that lounge purely for his own privacy.

"Good evening, Your Highness.", one of the young woman said, shifting off her barstool only to move over one, purposefully providing the man a space between them. "Good evening." He commented, stepping away from those double doors as they closed behind him to join them. "Would you like a drink?" The woman gesture towards the bar, apparently of enough confidence in her drink making skills to present Sebastian with the whole bar to him. "Ah, no, I fear I have a plane to catch." The vampire responded with a warm simper, purposefully leaving out just how the very notion of that liquor hardly sounded appealing in the slightest after his previous evening. "We won't keep you then." The female beside him responded, clearly understanding that unspoken desire as she offered the vampire his wrist. He hardly hesitated in reaching for that very skin that was offered to him, the vampire purposefully gentle as his nose lightly ran over the skin of her wrist. A singular sweet kiss was placed on her skin before those fangs plunged into her flesh. He was well aware of that soft gasp of pain on her lips, a sound that was quickly replaced by a stark and sudden silence as if she was attempting to keep those very noises of pleasure at bay. It hardly phased the vampire either which way as he so coaxed that glorious blood from her veins. The taste hardly held a candle to Dorian and yet, at that moment, with that hunger, it was exquisite all the same.

Several moments later, his tongue ran languidly against her skin, his saliva encouraged those holes to close and that blood flow to cease. It was only once he was satisfied that he had left her well enough off that Sebastian leaned away from the woman, only to catch that look of awe within her irises. The second woman hardly hesitated to offer him her wrist in the same demeanor, this, he was certain, was more blood than he had anticipated and yet, Sebastian was hardly going to bypass blood freely offered. That ritual followed in much the same fashion, even if she was not nearly as adept at keeping those sounds at bay, struggling though she did. Those eyes had returned to that bright clear blue when he had emerged from that lounge, the vampire far more alive than he had been. A small nod of appreciation was given towards the front desk as he passed, making his way towards that sleek black car that idled in front of the building, waiting for him alone.

The Italian Prince slid into that black car, shutting the door behind him just as Dorian was closing that IPad. His bright blue eyes turned towards his lover, meeting that glance with an almost inquisitive one of his own. That soft inquiry prompted a small nod from the vampire. "I am." He commented, leaning back against that plush leather interior, one arm entirely content to reach around his lover's shoulders, purposefully drawing the fae closer. His gaze shifted towards the steady tapping of Dorian's fingers against the cover of the iPad, that frown upon his lover's features surely suggested something was amiss, even if Sebastian merely waited patiently to be told what it was. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as the Monarch began to speak, informing him of that conversation he had only just missed. It was that very question of the third person notable enough within Matteo's life to warrant a position in his will that seemed to linger predominantly upon his lover's mind, not that he could blame his husband in the slightest. "He does travel around the world at the blink of an eye, Ma Biche. I am surprised there are not more he is close to." The vampire admitted, surely Matteo did not intervene with fate merely for acquaintances. Still, it was that inquiry of legality that prompted a moment's consideration from the Englishman. "It is not illegal to ask, no. Though I doubt you will be given it unless Matteo himself provides you a copy of it. Not even royalty bypasses attorney-client privileges. Perhaps you should ask him after it?"