Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The moment Sebastian slid into that tinted vehicle, he could tell something was different. He knew well that look upon his husband's features, that glimpse that told him well that something weighed upon the Monarch's thoughts. A warm simper crossed his features, regardless as he settled beside the King. He hardly stopped his lover's fingers from intertwining within his own, even as Sebastian reached around Dorian's shoulders to pull the man closer against him. In his arms was, he was sure, precisely where his husband belonged. His head tilted to the side, however, at that the audible tone of Dorian's fingers tapping against the leather casing of his iPad. That very knowledge that something was amiss once again tugged at the Englishman, even though Sebastian still said nothing of it. Waiting, he knew, was the best policy when it came to the Italian fae. Dorian needed that time to sort through those thoughts before he would speak on them, but he would, in time. In fact, Sebastian hardly had to wait terribly long at all before he was informed that he had just missed a Skype call with Dorian's own assistant, one that was clearly the origin of this whole ordeal.

It was that question, it seemed, that seemed to tug most at the Monarch. On one hand, he was not terribly surprised that a third benefactor seemed to garner so much attention from his lover. Dorian, after all, had a fatal weakness of inquisitiveness. Surprises seemed to be the man's very undoing, that curiosity often prompting a sort of obsession within him until he found those answers he sought. Not to mention that relationship between the pair of fae was so....new, in some manners. It was only natural, he was certain, if Matteo's distinct interest within another individual prompted some level of emotion within his husband. However, with the infinitely long life that the French Ambassador had lived, a majority of it away from his family, it was equally not as astonishing that there might be another that he held a distinct care for. Frankly, it was more surprising that it was only one - a prospect that Sebastian was more than willing to share with Dorian. He watched that look of consideration that crossed Dorian's features as he contemplated that very suggestion, only to proclaim Matteo's tendency to be so...aloof when it came to his personal affairs.

It was, however, that very suggestion that perhaps Dorian had met this third individual and simply remained ignorant of his importance to his father that seemed to caused Sebastian's eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly. "It is possible..." He agreed, only to continue with an almost gentle fashion, "...or, perhaps he plans to introduce you. You have only been able to leave your palace for a few years and I fear I have monopolized you since then." A small simper crossed Sebastian's features at that admittance that he had rather invaded the Monarch's life ever since Dorian had found himself released from that curse that had bound him for so long. Although the vampire had a...peculiar relationship, if it could be called that, with his father-in-law, he had an innate tendency to defend the Fae when it came to the man's actions towards Dorian, always encouraging his husband in that relationship in whatever fashion he could. This, surely, was just another attempt in a series of efforts to push the two. What he didn't anticipate, however, was Dorian's resignation to seeing that will himself, the Monarch instead questioned how likely he was to receive that will if he requested a copy of it.

It was Sebastian's turn to contemplate that query, though it hardly took long before he shook his head, assured that those client-attorney privileges certainly trumped even the requests of a King. That overdramatic sigh prompted a soft chuckle upon Sebastian's lips. Those teasing words on his lips caused his shoulders to shrug ever so slightly. "And here I thought you became King to leave dinners whenever you wanted." He commented, remembering well those dinners in the Palace that they had skipped out on early. He felt Dorian shift against him, turning in such a way to better face him before responding with a certain firmness in his tone. That declaration that Dorian might inquire after whom that third individual was prompted a small glimpse of encouragement upon Sebastian's features as the vampire nodded in return, only for that conversation to so abruptly shift elsewhere. Sebastian could hardly help that chuckle on his lips at that announcement that Dorian would hardly mind if he chose to renew his license if only for those Latin words that the Monarch so seemed to enjoy. If only he could take advantage of his renewed state of 'sexiness'!

As it was, Sebastian was hardly given a chance to reply before Dorian leaned forward to press his lips against the vampire's. It would have been so easy to get lost in that affection. The very taste of his lover's lips, the sensation of the King so close to him, the very desire that had started within the bedroom returned with a swiftness to the vampire as his tongue brushed against his lover's lip, clearly desiring to deepen that very kiss. It was, perhaps fortunate that Dorian pulled away from him, the presence of that driver clearly thwarting those wants that had tugged at the sensual vampire ever since the night before. Sebastian was, it would seem, destined to be denied. A soft sigh left his lips, even at that soft whisper upon Dorian's own that he surely deserved the knowledge of the effect those legal terms seemed to have upon the man. It was a peculiar thing that the King should find himself so aroused by such words and yet, it was an appreciation he was more than willing to fulfill. He said nothing of his wants, assured Dorian knew them well as the man resettled against his side, only to open that iPad once again.

He watched with vague interest as Dorian's finger flicked deftly across the screen, pulling up that scanned in page. His eyebrows rose at the sight of that letter that was displayed across the screen. He gingerly took the iPad from the King, his own fingers easily pinching at the screen, forcing the device to zoom in on those golden ornaments that decorated the margins of the document. Sebastian could hardly help that shake of his head and roll of his eyes. "Now I know where you get it from." He commented in a wholly teasing tone to the King. After all, he remembered well that letter Dorian had sent him, ages and ages ago. The very margins had been hand decorated, filled with fanciful creatures and delicately intertwined swirls. It was, admittedly, perfectly like both fae to bring such opulence to those letters when his own era was struck with such stark minimalism. His attention, however, was pulled from the document upon the screen as the car began to slow, the vehicle taking them directly to the private jet that awaited them. He watched as the driver quickly moved around the vehicle, opening the door for the pair. Sebastian stepped out first, followed promptly by Dorian before their fingers once again intertwined in the fashion they so often naturally did.

He glanced over towards the fae as Dorian so desperately tried to right his hair, that appearance so drastically important when the eyes of a nation would soon be upon them. "For what it's worth, Ma Bichette, I think you still look ravishing." He promised, the vampire entirely truthful in that compliment. No matter how many years it had been, or how many times he had enjoyed that intimacy with Dorian, he still found himself undeniably attracted to the fae. For the meantime, however, Sebastian was distracted by the greetings the pair received from the airport staff, his own head bobbed ever so slightly in return, even if he still found his new title to be....peculiar. He settled against that plush leather seat beside his lover, wholly unsurprised by the fashion in which the King so quickly waved her away. They had both had enough of that liquor for some time now, he was sure. Still, tea might have been nice...again. The thought, however, was interrupted by that sudden inquiry from his lover. His head tilted to the side as he studied his husband for a moment, only to shake his head. "A little tired, perhaps." He commented after a moment's consideration. That very assurance, however, seemed to prompt a ready acceptance from his lover as Dorian leaned back into his seat, only to shift and quite near fall into Sebastian's lap.

A soft chuckle left his lips at Dorian's announcement and yet, in this, Italy's Prince was more than happy to contribute. "Rest, my darling." He muttered simply, one arm draping over the King as he called to that very affinity he was most proficient at. Those very pheromones so useful for more than just that lust, sleep equally within his realm of capability when he so desired it. Dorian surely needed the rest far more than he did, the vampire encouraging his lover into that sleep in mere moments, leaving the man to occupy himself as the plane began to rumble underneath them, preparing for takeoff.