There was something undeniably entrancing of that sound that filled his ears as his cobalt irises fluttered open. The very scent was nothing short of peaceful for the vampire, prompting a simper upon his features as he inhaled, nestling further into the sheets. How he loved those rainy evenings in London! The crackling of the fireplace, the pitter patter of those drops on the cobblestone streets, and, most importantly of all, the warm figure nestled oh so close to him. Slowly, Sebastian shifted beneath those heated cotton sheets, rolling to his side to better view the sleeping figure of his dear, sweet husband. He watched as his lover's chest rose and fell with marked steadiness, the Italian Monarch so clearly still under the lulling sway of sleep. His gaze softened and yet, for several moments Sebastian was content to simply remain at the fae's side, even despite the need to wake the man. After all, despite the placidity of that singular moment, they had hardly returned to England to vacation, as much as Sebastian abhorred to dwell on the true intention behind their travels. After all, it had been years since he had seen the Queen of England, despite the pair's sometimes tremulous relationship. Sebastian had been nothing short of dutiful to her, naturally, but he'd kept the very estate his family had long ago purchased from the crown from her just as she too had kept those Titles he'd once promised his father to regain from him instead. Tonight would be the first evening in which he came to her as a Prince.

Sebastian purposefully pushed such thoughts from the forefront of his mind, those anxieties ones he had already discussed with Dorian even before they'd boarded the plane to England and though the Monarch had assured him there was no need to accept that invitation to tea, Sebastian had still felt it quite the obligation. They were here, after all, because of the Englishman - it was merely unfortunate that evening tea with the Queen so happened to fall upon the one day he was certain that he should be allowed to monopolize the fae at his side. Slowly, Sebastian shifted, closing that distance between them on to settle on top of his lover, his chin resting upon the fae King's bare chest as his voice called out softly, attempting to rouse his sleeping husband from the depths of those dreams, "Dorian...Ma Bichette..." He uttered, his fingers reaching up to gingerly brush across his lover's jawline in a subtle glimpse of affection, though his touch was all too fleeting. It was, after all, hardly enough for the vampire, not with that adoration so strongly tugged at his heart. Tenderly, Sebastian leaned upwards, pressing his lips sweetly against Dorian's own, all the while hardly expecting a return to that chaste kiss. "It's time to wake up, my love." Sebastian continued as he resettled against the Monarch's chest as Dorian stirred beneath the weight of his figure. He watched as the fae King's hand rose to rub the sleep from those ever entrancing silver eyes and yet, it was the simple sight of that ring upon the King's finger that caused that grin to brighten upon Sebastian's features.

It was only once Dorian's gaze settle upon him that Sebastian's hands rose to gingerly interlace his fingers within Dorian's own. "Happy Anniversary, Dorian." He muttered, altogether enjoying the simple sight of that wedding ring upon his finger so nestled beside his lover's own. It was hard to believe that it had been a whole year since that evening the pair had said 'I do'. Sebastian had never thought he would ever marry again, not after the loss of his wife and yet, now, he hardly would have changed that last year for the entirety of the world. Married life, it seemed, agreed with the Incubus terribly well. "Remind me again why we had to see the Queen tonight. I'd much rather spend the whole evening here with you." Sebastian complained, even if that smile hardly faltered upon his own lips. He knew, after all, how much there was a need to be practical when attempting to schedule around both busy lives of both the English and Italian Monarchy, as much as Sebastian desired to be distinctly selfish. He wanted to get lost within the sensation of his husband's skin against his own, he wanted to relive that fateful evening after their wedding, with their room lit with an array of candles and the silence of that entire wing that had so purposefully left the couple to themselves. How rare such a thing was now! Thankfully, all Sebastian had to do was get through that worrisome tea before Dorian was all his for the remainder of the evening. Those precious hours with his husband alone were surely worth the plethora of anxiety that filled his heart with butterflies at the very thought of facing his Queen.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy