Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

There was something blissfully perfect about those tender moments in which Dorian and himself were nestled within the comfortable warmth of their bedroom sheets. He treasured those tranquil hours spent curled up against his lover, the rest of the world simply locked away behind closed doors. Although it was hardly quite the same, there was a certain amount of contentment to be found as his husband's head settled within his lap. A small, soft simper danced upon his features at Dorian's assurance that he only intended to rest his eyes for just a few moments before he was ready to take on that role of Italy's King. His head shook ever so slightly before Sebastian offered his own soft encouragement that Dorian should surely take the rest he needed, his own affinity reached out to embrace his lover, quite near guaranteeing the Monarch fell under the all-consuming embrace of sleep. It hardly took much of his power at all before his lover gave into his gentle manipulation, that soft sound of contentment upon the King's lips only furthered the small grin upon Sebastian's features as Dorian snuggled closer against him - exactly where the vampire was sure he belonged.

He enjoyed those few hours in the air, with Dorian in his arms in the dimness of the plane. Those three hours came and went far too quickly for his own preferences, the lights of the French island so eagerly welcomed the plane onto the tarmac. The very jolt of the plane touching down on the runway prompted his lover to stir against him, encouraged only further by the gentle utterance of Dorian's name upon the vampire's lips. That almost disheveled look to the once immaculate suit prompted a warm simper on his features. He watched that look of confusion upon his lover's features as Dorian's hand reached up to wipe the sleep away from his eyes. How he adored the sight of his husband like this! His hand reached out, his thumb gingerly caressed the King's jawline at the sight of Dorian's almost sheepish grin. He was pleased to hear those few extra hours of sleep had made such a distinct difference for his lover, the Fae certainly looked far better than he had before. It was sweet, the concern that Dorian had regarding falling asleep on him twice and yet, surely, this was the very definition of being a good husband, was it not? To not only embrace his lover's needs but to always seek what was best for the Italian King even if it meant those sensual desires were put off or several hours were spent settled in the darkness of a plane alone. It was only natural, the way he brushed off his lover's concern and yet, the pair were hardly left alone for much longer before their assistant rushed towards them with names of politicians and reminders of who they were but moments from meeting.

It was only once the royal couple had regained some resemblance of composure that the door of the airplane was unlocked and open, much to the delight of the press that waited outside. The sheer flash of the lights caused Sebastian's own sensitive gaze to squint ever so slightly and yet, any discomfort he might have experienced was hidden beneath an easy grin upon his features. Frankly, he was surprised by the number of press that lined the royal red carpet. It was clearly more than just the media of the Corsican island. He moved in an unhurried fashion down those stairs, joining his lover on the tarmac as his fingers interlaced with the King's own. He had long ago perfected that facade of pleasantness, even in the face of any sort of peculiar situation or discomfort, that very skill came in handy in moments such as this. The flurry of snapping cameras only increased as they met the President at the very end of that crimson carpet. The sudden declaration that their wedding gift had been brought with the Corsican dignitaries seemed to prompt a subtle glimpse of surprise between the Italian couple that singular thought of furniture clearly still weighed heavily upon both of their minds. Any hope Sebastian might have had at gaining any hint of freedom from the press within the hanger, however, was quickly dashed at the sight of an even larger crowd pressing in on them. Admittedly, he hardly enjoyed their presence and yet, they were merely apart of loving a King that Sebastian had found himself resigned to. For Dorian alone, he would withstand the limelight of the very world itself.

His thoughts were drawn from such annoyances, however, as the President turned back towards them with a squirming bundle of....fur? Sebastian's own gaze widened ever so slightly in surprise before his blue eyes shifted towards his lover's. This was definitely not the sort of present he had anticipated! He was hardly against a new addition to their little family, however, the over-exuberant puppy reminded him of the Rottweiler that awaited them back home. A grin settled on his features as the small dog was deposited in his lover's arms. Those words of thanks were muttered with a clear hint of hesitation, prompting the Italian Prince's intervention as he offered his own word of appreciation. A soft chuckle left his lips as the small puppy reached out for Dorian's tie, grasping it only to shake it frantically as if it was a toy. The vampire's hand tenderly reached out for the puppy's head as he insisted this gift was at least far better than the one they had been expecting. Those puppy kisses only furthered that glimpse of delight upon the vampire's features, the man accepting this gift into their family without even a moment's hesitation. After all, how could they not accept a puppy! It was the mention of names that seemed to prompt a moment's thought from his lover, only for Dorian to nod in ready agreement. "He is cute," Sebastian responded, his fingers scratching under the puppy's chin. Admittedly, even Sebastian had not quite seen a dog with this particular coloring. He was unique, to say the very least.

Sebastian's head bobbed ever so slightly as Dorian handed him the small canine. The little creature hardly seemed concerned in the slightest at losing his toy, the dog instead enthused by the new arms he found himself nestled within, that tail wiggling with newfound exuberance as Dorian's fingers gingerly rubbed behind the dog's ear. Sebastian largely ignored those flashes of light from the press that surrounded them, the vampire only bothered to glance upwards towards them as the President assured them that there was a vehicle waiting for them. His gaze shifted towards his lover only for a small shrug to cross his shoulders. "I am sure they will make an exception for us." He commented, the vampire entirely aware of the fashion in which those hotels often went out of their way to accommodate the Royal couple. It had been a peculiar discovery at first and yet, with the President gifting them that very puppy, much less Dorian's title as King, he was certain the hotel would not complain too much. He glanced down at the small puppy in his arms, entirely aware of Dorian's fingers tapping against his arm only to prompt the small dog to lunge at his fingers. Whereas Maxwell had been out for only affection, this puppy seemed ever inclined to play. At least there would be someone to keep the little puppy occupied.

His gaze shifted from the small dog as they paused outside of the terminal, the vehicles idling in front of them. A small glimpse of surprise crossed his features at the President's insistence that he had seen too the couple's accommodations himself, much less the promise of a dinner at Corsica's finest restaurant the following evening. His head bobbed ever so slightly in agreement to Dorian's thanks before they were finally allowed to slide into the back seat of the town car. The flashing police lights briefly captured his attention and yet, he gave then no more than a singular glance before the puppy crawled out of his arms, ecstatic to bounce between himself and the fae King. A small simper crossed his features as he watched the dog, only for his gaze to shift upwards towards the fae. That sudden suggestion of a name for the dog was hardly expected and yet....it was rather fitting, as far as Sebastian was concerned. His head bobbed, the vampire more than willing to accept his lover's first effort to name a bet they shared together. "I think Prescott is a perfect name for him, darling." Sebastian responded, his gaze briefly followed Dorian's own towards the hillside and the rolling greenery that surrounded them.

Sebastian's head shook ever so slightly, only to prompt a soft sigh from his lips. "I fear I don't know what to expect. I've never been to Corsica before." Sebastian admitted and yet, he hardly held the same level of concern that his lover tended to. After all, the worst they had to contend with was a rather subpar hotel, he was sure. While not ideal, it was hardly something they would not survive. Even so, he was vastly more attentive to the rest of the drive as the road turned into little more than dirt. He could hardly help the very protective nature within him that so seemed to arise the further and further away from town the town car seemed to move. His eyebrows furrowed as the vehicle suddenly came to a halt in front of a large stone building, the very likes so distinctly old and yet, somehow....even more blue-collar than the British Aristocrat was even used to. That wasn't to say he hadn't slept in worse places before but...it certainly seemed lacking, to say the least. Dorian's inquiry of the hotel, however, seemed to prompt a questionable look from Sebastian himself. "Four years?" He questioned almost dubiously.

Still, he supposed there was little they could do now that they had arrived. With some hesitance, Sebastian slid out of the vehicle behind his lover, only to trail behind the King as he made his way towards the old stone building. He could tell that Dorian was far more reluctant when it came to that 'hotel' then Sebastian himself, prompting the vampire to gingerly press open the door to reveal a far more luxurious interior. Even Sebastian could hardly help the glimpse of surprise upon his features, the very heat from the fireplace only further enticing them inside. It was, perhaps, just as unique as the puppy itself. This final leg of their trip, it seemed, was destined to be peculiar in its entirety. "Thank goodness, I can only imagine how difficult it would be to get the concierge to bring us some food." He commented, unable to help that small hint of sarcastic amusement from his accented voice. After all, it was not like the pair had a front desk they could call down to. He waited until Dorian stepped into the peculiar home, only for the vampire to close the door behind him, happy to be done with the world at large for the evening.

The soft sound of his name upon Dorian's lips drew his gaze towards his husband in a questioning fashion. "Hm?" He inquired, only for his lover to lean upwards with that mischievous sort of simper. The vampire's lips tenderly pressed against his husband's own in a kiss that was far more chaste then those usual ones he stole. He hardly anticipated the puppy's excitement of that simple kiss. His nose wrinkled ever so slightly as the puppy began to lick his chin with clear ecstasy. His crystalline gaze, however, lingered upon the King at that soft laughter upon Dorian's lips. It was, admittedly, that simple promise to monopolize his attention, however, that so quickly prompted a raise of his eyebrow. The very sound of that entirely enticing. His gaze shifted briefly over the hotel room, only for the man to move across the room towards the sofa before the fire place. He reached for one of those back cushions, pulling it out only to toss it lightly onto the floor. At the very least, it was cushy enough for the puppy to sleep on for the evening until they returned to Italy in a few days time. "How is that?" Sebastian inquired, glancing up at his lover for some sort of assurance that he had done well enough to earn that affection Sebastian so clearly desired.