Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

Sebastian was, at the very heart of it, a man of his upbringing. It had scarcely occurred to him how rare it was for royalty to make any effort to make amends in the fashion that the now Italian Prince was. After all, that very concept of his own nobility was still entirely new to the vampire. A small simper settled upon his features as he watched Carlo's face brighten with that small hint of praise - as if the man did not surely deserve more that than those few quickly spoken words! Those matters of their finances were ones Sebastian had every notion to right, particularly now that he knew of their funds and his husband's own lack of experience in such monetary matters. Nevertheless, such thoughts hardly dwelled long upon the forefront of his mind as those ministers Dorian had summoned so readily filed into the room, quite clearly nervous when their King had so abruptly and unusually demanded their presence. It was entirely atypical, that commanding tone that filled his usually genteel husband's voice. Dorian so effortlessly seemed to transition from the playful, inquisitive fae Sebastian had fallen for to the true King of Italy. It was almost...arousing, that sudden assertiveness as Dorian took control of both the room and everyone within it.

The ministers were altogether quick to accept the orders their Monarch had given them, not that his lover had given them any room for argument before they were ushered out an back into the hallway. It was the closing of those large, ornate doors that slowly brought Sebastian's crystalline gaze back towards his husband, only to eye that easy simper that had once again returned to Dorian's features. The corner of his lips tilted upwards as Sebastian provided his husband a soft chuckle, the vampire entirely willing to admit that it was a wonderful start to all the matters that would surely require their oversight in the days to come. His own gaze seemed to linger upon the fit figure of his husband for a moment longer at Dorian's idle admittance that he enjoyed being 'bossy', as he so like to call it and yet, his own considerations of how such demeanor might better be employed were forced to the size as papers were once again pushed towards him for his signature. There were, admittedly, several further matters to attend to when it so came to the pair's monetary finances and the combining of them, only for those very pages of Sebastian's multitude of homes and their deeds to demand an equal amount of the King's elegant script. It was the first time, truly, that Sebastian had shared all he had with any singular individual - the signing over of his own wealth distinctly significant for the vampire alone.

It had taken far longer then Sebastian had anticipated before that final signature was placed upon that solid line, so signifying both the end of that plethora of paperwork and too the completion of their own unity, in a way. Everything he owned was now Dorian's in turn and vice versa. It was a peculiar feeling and yet, Sebastian had not a singular doubt of that decision he had made. After all, his very affections for the fae were nothing short of eclipsing, even despite those few years in which the young couple had been together. Slowly, Sebastian rose from his seat in the wake of his husband, providing the Treasurer his own sort of farewell before Sebastian stepped out into the nearly deserted hallway, leaving Carlos in their wake to see to the reorganization of his sea of papers. His ultramarine gaze turned to meet the intense silver hue of his lover's eyes, only for a soft huff of air to leave his nose in a small snort. "I fear this is the first of many," Sebastian admitted with an almost faint sigh, even though the Prince was hardly complaining to any great degree. After all, he had known, in some fashion, exactly what he had been marrying into even before he had asked for Dorian's hand. This was a part of his lover's world he had been willing to embrace, even if he hadn't anticipated quite the degree of his own involvement within it.

That peculiar look upon his lover's features caused a singular eyebrow to raise ever so slightly, even before a word left the fae's lips. That inquiry, however, brought a ghost of a simper to his lips before his hand reached out for Dorian's own. "I don't mind, Ma Biche," He commented softly, as his fingers threaded through Dorian's own. He hardly noticed his husband's affinity as it embraced them, whisking the pair of men out of sight. That almost sheepish look upon Dorian's features prompted an almost soft simper on his own. How...charming his lover was, even with that hint of guilt at his desires for solitude! His hand remained nestled within Dorian's own as the King led them down the hall and towards the great marble staircase that led to the rest of the palace at large. For as grand as the palace was, Sebastian was slowly beginning to find some level of comfort moving around at least their own portion of the vast building. Anything beyond the alabaster staircase, however, still remained foreign territory for the man. Finding his own way to the throne room would have surely been a vain feat without his lover at his side. It was, admittedly, still almost peculiar the way they passed unnoticed by the house staff and yet, invisibility was a power he knew well Dorian had long sense mastered.

He watched as Dorian paused in front of the large door he'd come to recognize as the entrance of the throne room, his own crystalline gaze shifted down the hallway much like his lover's own. It was only once they were both assured they were alone that Sebastian slipped into the room after Dorian himself, only for the King's hand to fall from his own. The vampire's gaze slowly turned towards the red carpet that ran down the far side of the room where they stood. "It has certainly seen better days. Though, I am more partial to the silver-blue you had the first time we were here at Christmas. It is not a typically royal color but...it is very fitting for you, my love." The vampire admitted. He remembered well, after all, how particularly elegant his lover had looked that night of their wedding, donned in such a similar hue. Nevertheless, he followed Dorian as the King made his way across the granite floors, approaching those modest thrones on the far end of the room. Sebastian watched with a hint of amusement upon his features as his lover all but collapsed within that age-old chair, his entire position far more casual than anything he'd ever seen his lover take up within his own throne. There was something distinctly delightful, admittedly, of seeing his husband in that chair that so embodied power, knowing all the while that Dorian was his alone.

Sebastian scarcely made an effort to move from beneath the King's watchful gaze, entirely content to remain at the very base of the dais. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as he listened to the memory that seemed to linger so potently upon his lover's mind. He had, naturally, known of those very days in which the crown had been required to oversee even those simple conundrums of the bourgeois. How long ago such days had been! "I have no doubt," Sebastian responded quite simply and yet, truly, he might have liked to have seen his lover upon the throne in those days. How different Italy might have been - how much better it might have been! The vampire watched almost inquisitively as those once contemplative features transformed into something else entirely. That good-natured look so once again seemed to light up the silver hue of Dorian's irises as the Monarch inquired as to his own conundrums. A soft chuckle echoed from his lips and yet, Sebastian was more than willing to embrace that very role so cast upon him, even if his very upbringing was far from anything nearly as...common as sheep and fields.

His figure dropped into that well-practiced bow, the vampire incapable of keeping those subtilties of his own class from his frame. "Your Majesty, I fear my prized sheep, Bartholemew, has been stolen by my neighbors. He has a unique talent of jumping fences and jumped my fence onto my neighbors' property. My neighbor claims he's now his and refuses to return him - however, will I get through...er...winter...without him?" Even despite that very charade, Sebastian found it near impossible to keep a trace of that simper from his features. He could scarcely imagine a life filled with such mundane issues and yet, he supposed it was those very blue-collar conundrums that had so intrigued him enough to fall head first into the world of law in the first place. How things had changed so vastly from appealing to a King to persuading a jury in a courtroom! However, with such a debonair King before him, Sebastian found himself almost enjoying that retreat to the past.