Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The vampire's navy blue eyes stared at those financial statements spread out across his desk. Those very numbers nothing short of vexing and yet, he eyed those export reports near critically, contemplating just how that shift in efforts to reduce global warming worldwide would impact his own business and how he might further secure those profit margins. He had scarcely paid heed to the time, his own personal business combined with his efforts to assist his husband in the financial managing of their estate and Italy as a whole had all but occupied him tonight, that paperwork seeming far more vast than he was sure was necessary. The sound of footsteps briefly saw his indigo gaze flicker upwards, the Englishman hardly prepared for both the presence of both Emma and his own husband upon the threshold of his office. A soft sigh left his lips as Sebastian leaned back within his seat, the Rottweiler at his side shifting to a stand at the very sound of his sibling entering that pristine room. A small smile crept across his features at the sight of the two dogs, his head shook ever so slightly as Maxwell and Prescott all but collided in their playfulness. That excited barking was almost to be expected, those dogs tended to particularly enjoy one another's presence, that playing a regular part of each and every evening.

He was hardly surprised as the pair took off after one another, their barking hardly daunted by Dorian's scolding as they tore through the mansion. Sebastian's gaze fluttered towards the all too alluring form of his husband as Dorian moved towards him, the King's lips brushing against his own in a kiss far too light and fleeting for his preference. He watched as Dorian settled upon the very edge of his desk. Slowly, Sebastian reached forward, his fingers brushing lightly against Dorian's leg in a simple desire for that touch, his attention, however, entirely steadfast upon Emma as she went through her own evening report. It was the very mention of tea, however, that seemed to catch his lover off guard, causing Sebastian's gaze to flutter towards the fae Monarch. His eyebrow rose at the mention of that pirate. Admittedly, Sebastian had held a healthy sense of skepticism ever since Dorian had informed him of the warlock he'd met all those nights ago. "A pirate, hm?" He inquired, his attention fluttering briefly towards Emma as Dorian inquired of his companion's guest. The very mention of a witch prompted an immediate reaction within his lover, the King's heart near fluttering with an anxiety that was all but palpable to the vampire. A small frown tugged at the corner of Sebastian's features at the sensation of that increased vibration against his finger, the King's heart nearly audible in the quietness of Sebastian's own office. Did his lover know this witch?

The vampire remained silent as Dorian insisted another place should be set at tea for this unanticipated guest, Emma quickly hurrying off to see to it to leave the Royal couple a few blissful moments of solitude. Sebastian's gaze fluttered towards his husband, simply watching as Dorian's fingers toyed with the wedding ring upon his hand. "Ma Bichette...?" He prompted softly, all too aware that there was far more to Dorian's reaction than he surely let on. Those silver irises slowly rose upwards to meet the darkened hue of Sebastian's own, that simper entirely sheepish. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as Dorian seemed to struggle with those very words, that hesitation alone was strikingly unusual for the often confident King. That transition to Italian was hardly difficult for the fluent Englishman. Rather, it was those very words that prompted a certain softness to his own features. His hand lifted from his lover's knee, his finger's gingerly caressing the Monarch's cheek. "Verrò al tè. Tutto andrà bene, amore mio. Lo prometto." (I will come to tea. Everything will be fine, my love. I promise.) That very assurance upon his lips rewarded the vampire with a soft kiss upon his cheek, only for Dorian to slide off of his desk with the insistence that the King needed to dress properly for the evening's entertainment. Sebastian himself quite preferred the softened t-shirt that clung to his chest than those crisped collared shirts he so often wore - what he wouldn't have given for a night to simply relax with his lover!

It was with a sigh that Sebastian turned his attention back towards those pages strew across his desk, the Prince content to simply lose himself within those numbers and make his own significant headway in that work while his husband dressed. He was, admittedly, inattentive to the amount of time that had passed until the very sound of the doorbell drew his furrowed brows upwards. Was it time already? It took the vampire a moment to sort those pages on his desk, leaving them neatly stacked in an order that made sense only to him as he finally emerged from his own office. He could hear his husband guiding the pair of witches through their home, leaving Sebastian to easily move through their home unbothered as he made his way to their bedroom. It hardly took him too terribly long to change - the jersey cotton shirt replaced with an Oxford collared dress shirt, those comfortable jeans shed instead for a pair of dress pants. That transformation into the very Prince of Italy so near effortless as Sebastian eyed himself but briefly in the mirror, ensuring his appearance was wholly appropriate for the guest downstairs. Thankfully, it seemed that tea was hardly going....too terribly. Although he was aware of those faint flutters of Dorian's heart in his absence, his lover's vital signs seemed to remain steady, hardly provoking a true need to hurry other than the knowledge of his husband's discomfort.

He headed back down the stairs, the sound of his lover's voice drifting from the sitting room. A small simper crossed his features at the very sight of his Monarch and yet, his navy gaze hardly lingered long. The very sight of that smooth skin of the woman in front of Dorian drew his irises, his gaze drifting down with the fabric over her flesh. Though Sebastian was nothing short of devoted to his marriage, that Incubus side of him could hardly stop from looking, much less appreciating. "Good evening." The vampire uttered softly, to the party at large, taking up the seat beside his husband. His gaze drifted but briefly over the man, as if ensuring that the Monarch was entirely in one piece. His gaze shifted briefly towards the warlock as Charles moved to pour his own cup of tea. "Dorian says you're something of a pirate?" He inquired, clearly rather skeptical of his lover's insistence. Though he doubted Dorian would lie to him in any fashion, Sebastian knew well of the Monarch's...naivety, now that the world had so changed around that once stagnant palace.