Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The Englishman was hardly ignorant of the very fashion in which he had quite near invaded his lover's life upon their meeting all those years ago. What had started as an encounter on a perfectly timed weekly basis had quickly evolved into an ever-diminishing amount of time alone, until Dorian became the very epicenter of his world and, the fae, in turn, moved into that very home in Anacosta Heights. Ever since then, there was not a singular night in which they had not spent together - a fact that he was certain could be vexing when the very truth of Dorian's parentage finally was uncovered, after all those centuries of lies and deceit. They were, in some aspects, starting all over again and Sebastian's presence surely affected the very time that Dorian dedicated in turn to his newly budding family ties. Still, it was pleasing that Dorian hardly seemed to mind in the least, that marital bliss strong within the pair.

Sebastian's crystalline blue eyes remained stationary on his lover even as the small simper at his recent monopolization turned into a near dramatic sigh. The very denial of that Will, and the lack of knowledge as to whom the third individual whom most important to his father was seemed to reduce the Italian man to pouting. Thankfully, he seemed equally as resigned to the fact that he would inevitably have to ask after it himself. Though why Dorian was so focused upon the Will itself rather than merely inquiring after that third benefactor baffled the vampire. Perhaps there was more that intrigued his husband about that Will than just that name? Such as the very things he, and the trio in general, were set to inherit? His thoughts, however, refocused upon his husband as Dorian leaned back into his arms, only to announce that his ability to leave those often dull dinners was surely worth his entire ascension to the throne in the first place. It was, however, Dorian's admittance that Sebastian should surely continue to consume all of his lover's time that prompted such a warm grin to the Englishman's features. "Do not fret, Ma Bichette, I have every intention of monopolizing all of you once we see to Corsica's dignitaries." The vampire commented, those very desires surely blatant in the stressing of that singular syllable in his thick British accent. After being so denied the previous evening, much less the light teasing Dorian had subjected him to, he could hardly help that lingering tendency to allow his mind to drift to all those places it surely shouldn't.

Sebastian's gaze slowly shifted downward as Dorian's fingers brushed over the wedding ring upon his finger. Neither of them, it seemed had ever anticipated a marriage in their futures and yet, Sebastian had no remorse for committing himself so completely to the man against him. To simply be Dorian's Consort somehow stopped being enough. It left him, once again, disappointed to the upcoming end of that honeymoon. He snuggled closer to the King, momentarily letting himself be distracted only further by those legal terms that so seemed to enrapture his lover. He could hardly help that small knowing smirk that crossed his features at Dorian's sudden announcement that he should hardly mind it if Sebastian ever sought that legal degree again. He was, however, hardly given a chance to reply before Dorian's lips so eagerly brushed against his own, that kiss hardly chaste in any fashion before Sebastian's tongue so tenderly caressed his lover's lips. He was all too willing to flirt with that desire, to encourage that intimacy his body so yearned for and had been so denied. Knowing his lover's weakness for those sorts of kisses surely hardly helped the matter!

It was, perhaps, a wholly beneficial thing that Dorian had a frustratingly exuberant amount of self-control, the fae pulling away from him in those precarious moments after. A begrudging sigh left Sebastian's lips in the wake of his husband's taste upon his tongue. How tempting it was to so torment his lover in response! To tempt and tease him until that very restraint was obliterated in that vast sea of want! If only skipping those responsibilities wouldn't go so unnoticed! It was, perhaps, a good thing Dorian sought to distract him with the mention of the fanciful legal document he'd received, the iPad soon displaying the very piece of paper in all of its splendor. It was, admittedly, far more than Sebastian had anticipated. The very level of decoration within those margins bordered upon meticulous, the sheer ivory hue of the unicorn so astoundingly stark against the gilded gold that accompanied it. In some ways, the ostentatiousness of it embodied his Father-in-law so perfectly. He was struck, truly, by how the detailed nature of it reminded him of another letter he had once received, even if it was now some time ago. The very suggestion that Dorian had inherited that artistic flare seemed to amuse his lover, even at the assurance that Matteo had clearly not done this himself. A small shrug crossed Sebastian's shoulders, "Art comes in many forms, I suppose. Your father clearly has a great appreciation for it one way or another..." He mused as his fingers toyed with the screen, further enhancing the detail of the letter heading.

As it was, Sebastian was hardly given much longer to inspect the letter before the vehicle came to a slow stop upon the tarmac of the airport. Their private plane stood before them, the colors of Italy painted on its tail. It was only once the door was opened for them that Sebastian stepped out of the car, pausing just long enough to ensure Dorian was beside him before the pair made their way up and onto the plane. Though Sebastian was not nearly as inclined to fuss at his own brunette hair in the same fashion the King tended to, he still made every effort to ensure his husband knew well enough of how striking he was, even in spite of those windblown locks. A small snort left his nose at Dorian's insistence that he was biased in his assertion. After all, the Monarch and been on the list for the hottest unmarried men in the World before their marriage was announced. The world at large had become easily smitten by Italy's hidden King. "I'm certain there are a fair amount of women who would disagree with you," Sebastian commented, hardly perturbed by how fetching he knew his husband to be.

Admittedly, Sebastian was all but content to collapse into the leather seats of the lavish plane. Their stewardess' offer of wine was all too quickly waved away by the fae Monarch, though Sebastian could hardly fault him on it. Admittedly, even he found himself hesitating to partake in any liquor after the previous evening's heavy drinking. It seemed that hangover, however, still weighed heavily upon Dorian's mind as the King so abruptly inquired as to his appearance. Sebastian's head tilted to the side as he studied his lover, glancing over those lines within his features that were not usually there. It only took him a moment longer before concluding that tired was, perhaps, the most the Media might label him as. Their previous evenings...indiscretion was, hopefully, kept largely from the world. He watched as Dorian shifted downwards in his seat, only for the Monarch's head to settle within Sebastian's lap. A small simper crossed the vampire's features as his arm gingerly draped over his lover in an almost protective fashion. That assurance that Dorian only needed a moment was one Sebastian was content to ignore. Quite on the contrary, it was his own affinity that the Prince called upon, letting his pheromones do the work they did best in setting the King at ease and furthering sleep's embrace. He heard that soft, content sigh upon Dorian's lips before the King gave into his affinity, falling, sweetly, under Sebastian's spell.

His fingers ever so gingerly toyed with his lover's locks, the lights inside the airplane soon dimming as the large jet began to rumble beneath them. It was only once they got into the air that Sebastian settled into the airplane's sofa. He kicked his shoes off, pulled the nearest blanket of them before letting the television distract him. The flight was, regrettably, rather short, all in all, those three hours passed quite before he was ready to face the Corsica. A soft sigh left his lips as they began to descend, his very affinity so finally releasing the Monarch from his grasp. "Dorian...?" Sebastian coaxed softly, letting his fingers trail down the King's arm as the man began to stir from that sleep. It was the jarring of the landing, it seemed, that prompted wakefulness back to his lover. That confusion upon the Monarch's features prompted a soft chuckle from his lips, only for his head to bob ever so slightly in response to the baffled inquiry he was given. It pleased him, truly, that his affinity had assisted his lover, even if he said little of his involvement in that forced sleep. "You look better." He commented, knowing well Dorian's concern for appearing hungover.

Sebastian's fingers gingerly reached out to his own shirt, straightening it ever so slightly before he reached down to pull his dress shoes back on his feet. He hardly seemed to notice that bemuse simper upon his lover's features, at least until the foreign lit to the King's voice caused his gaze to shift. A warm simper crosse his lips and his head shook in an almost dismissive fashion. After all, this one had been his own doing. "No, I kept myself entertained." The vampire quickly assured the Monarch, only to rise and stretch before their assistant was upon them. Names were, admittedly, never retained long for the Englishman. After all, he had little reason before to fret over the name of someone merely passing through his life. Now, however, to forget was more akin to an insult then merely wounding someone's pride. His bright blue eyes shifted to his lover at that soft inquiry. Sebastian's head bobbed ever so slightly in reassurance, even if he was hardly as certain as he pretended to be. After all, meeting dignitaries as Dorian's boyfriend had thus far been a far different experience than meeting them as Italy's Prince.

The very moment the plane's door swung open, his own vampiric senses near abruptly informed him of the sheer number of people waiting for them. He could hear them, moving about and preparing for the plethora of pictures they intended to take that would, undoubtedly, appear on tomorrow's news. He almost expected the sheer amount of flashes that went off the moment his husband stepped outside. A soft breath left Sebastian's lips before that warm smile crossed his own features. After all those years within England's courts, of hunting in the fashion he did, it was easy to summon that air of pleasantness. He could hear the click of those cameras as he stepped down onto those stairs, the flashes so starkly bright compared to the comfortable dimness of the airplane's cabin. Regardless, he was quick to join his lover upon the royal red carpet as they made their way to the officials that awaited them. He listened with clear inquisitiveness as the President mentioned that gift that had prompted their visit within the first place. It was curious, truly, that they had brought it all the way to the airport with them. Sebastian could hardly help the way his eyebrows rose as he glanced towards his lover allowing the Monarch to respond graciously for them both as the President led the way inside of the airport terminal.

On one hand, Sebastian was hardly surprised to see the plethora of photographers that awaited them inside. The interior, after all, was brightly lit, providing far better lighting then the dimness of the outdoors. The sheer intensity of those bright lights, however, were increasingly agitating on his already sensitive eyes, prompting his eyebrows to furrow ever so slightly as he paused at his husband's side. He watched as the President approached his own assistant, only for the man to hand the Corsican official a bundle of wiggling limbs and brindle fur. His own gaze widened as the President turned back towards them, offering the puppy to them with the promise that it would be both their guardian and protector. "Thank you, for him, and your thoughtfulness," Sebastian added after the fae King as Dorian reached forward to take that hyperactive bundle within his arms. The puppy reminded him greatly of Maxwell, the night he had found him. The Rottweiler had been just as ecstatic to find someone who would dote upon him in the fashion he desired.

He watched as the small puppy's mouth parted only for those tiny teeth to latch onto his husband's tie, shaking it viciously. Sebastian could hardly help the soft chuckle on his lips. "It is far better than dining room furniture." The vampire responded softly as he reached out to stroke the puppy's head. Although they hadn't spoken of adding a new member to their family, puppies, it seemed, were something Sebastian could no deny. After all, surely Maxwell needed a friend? "We'll have to give him a good name." He added, that grin settled on his features as he glanced up at his lover, quite clear accepting every aspect of this new gift.