There was an irrefutable magnitude to that exhaustion that so afflicted the vampire - the severity of it all but overwhelmed any consideration for food as Sebastian laid nestled within those silken sheets. How he so desired to simply sleep in the wake of that intense satisfaction he had found with his lover and yet, tonight's appointment all but demanded otherwise. He was hardly oblivious to that simper that so alit his lover's features, that pride altogether palpable as Dorian so expressed how...elated it made him to hear such a thing. The very usage of those far more vulgar terms prompted laughter to Sebastian's lips. His fingers reaching out far more affectionately for his lover's cheek as the vampire so insisted that, if he had his way, that intimate dance would surely continue in another twenty minutes. Tonight, he was certain, was the perfect night to attempt to break that record they held of just how many couplings in one evening the pair might be capable of achieving. It would have been the perfect way to celebrate their year with one another - if only. His husband, it seemed, was just as willing to entertain the idea even though they both knew neither would ever fail to appear to their meeting with the Queen of England. The insult it would bring her! "Tonight." His baritone voice so promised his lover, the vampire having every intention to see through such a pledge - once those nerves over tonight's meeting were calmed.

His thoughts turned from his own internal fretting at that soft inquiry of just how he might so like to meet his Queen. Admittedly, the pair had met a great many of times before, from those few moments she called the whole of the Royal Household back to Buckingham, to those moments in which he met with visiting state leaders on behalf of the ruling Monarch. She knew exactly what to expect with his presence, his living body sure to raise some suspicion. Sebastian, admittedly, also has his own entirely selfish desires for returning to that undead body, even despite that glimpse of surprise that danced across his husband's features. Elizabeth had near mastered that facade of placidity over the century - the woman never appearing put out in the slightest despite the events that so surrounded her. His own vampiric capabilities allowed him to see through that guise, her beating heart giving away an indication of her true thoughts. Sebastian's head bobbed ever so slightly at his lover's promise to return him to that undead state and yet, for now, he saw no reason not to enjoy the warmth of that fire upon his skin or the heat from Dorian's own fit figure. Softly, Sebastian admitted his own nervousness at that impending meeting, even though Dorian knew well of the anxiety that so filled him. After all, he had never quite met the Queen in this capacity, the vampire forever her servant rather than her guest.

The crystalline blue of his irises met that shocked stare of his husband's, the Englishman entirely ignorant of the very worry that so seemed to fill the man at that distinctly British phase. It was only Dorian's exclamation of just how infectious those collywobbles were that prompted that laughter from his lips all over again. His explanation hardly seemed to diminish the concern that had taken residence in the corners of his lover's features and yet, Sebastian could hardly help that smile that existed all the same. "Butterflies instead then, I shall try to remember." He commented with a chuckle lacing his baritone voice. Sebastian's gaze shifted towards the watch upon his wrist, that time for their appointment regretfully creeping ever closer with each passing minute. A soft sigh left his lips as he coaxed his lover from the bedsheets - only to be greeted with a sweetly stolen kiss. How fleeting that kiss was! And how it left him only desiring more of all he resigned himself having to wait for! Sluggishly, the vampire pulled himself from his sheets, meandering with an equal amount of slowness towards the bathroom in some effort to make himself presentable for the English Queen. Despite his own attempts to clean that mess in the wake of their coupling, Sebastian remained attentive, all the same to the sound of his lover's voice as Dorian informed him to just how publicized that very meeting had become. Sebastian could hardly help the groan upon his lips, if only for just what such notoriety would surely mean for tonight.

Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the very amount of attention his presence tended to garner. His home country alone the only place that took such an invested interest within the Prince over the fae Monarch. Although he had become used to the intense scrutiny that came with loving the Italian King, England had a level of obsession that was, at times, downright worrying. His every action was recorded, photographed, written down, and analyzed - his mere presence often prompting a crowd. His lover's very mention of those fans prompted little more than a groan from the vampire. Truly, with the weather outside so foul, he could scarcely understand why those young women might desire to line the streets of The Mall if only to catch a glimpse of the Italian Prince. Those very words were already muttered upon his lips as Sebastian moved towards the bedroom, reaching for his own clothing within the bureau. His lover's declaration that he knew the reason, however, caused his crystalline gaze to turn upwards inquisitively. "Oh?" He questioned with a raised brow, clearly awaiting his husband's astute observation. The last thing he anticipated of that impish grin, however, was Dorian's comment that those women harbored nonsensical ideas of the Italian Prince leaving his husband in favor of some enamored fangirl? Sebastian could hardly help that snort that left his nose at the very idea of it. "Perhaps I should take to kissing you in public more often." He commented dryly, only to pause with a soft faux sigh, "Though I fear we may make the crowd unruly with how undeniably sexy we are." Sebastian was, admittedly teasing his lover in return and yet, he'd scarcely forgotten that fan letter the pair received over a year ago - the first of many that so proclaimed their infatuation for the royal couple.

The pitter patter of that rain drew the vampire's own gaze towards the window, quite following the silver hue of Dorian's irises as he pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders. He listened to his lover's attempt at utilizing that distinctly British phrase, the fae falling quite short, those words mangled and yet he said little of it as Dorian declared the English a confusing group of people. A soft chuckle left his lips as he watched Dorian pluck his shoes from his wardrobe, holding them up for Sebastian's decision. The vampire reached forward, his fingers cupping his lover's cheeks as he pressed his lips against Dorian's own in a sweet kiss - Sebastian left longing for that closeness all over again, if only for the very importance of the day to their marriage. Gingerly, he pulled away, that whisper upon his lips as he so declared those oxfords as always appropriate footwear, his own hand reaching into the wardrobe to grab his own shoes before he moved towards the bed. Sebastian glanced over his shoulder, finally offering his lover that very phrase he had been so diligently hunting for - only to inform the King that such an expression should be avoided in the upcoming hours with the English Monarch herself. He almost expected that quizzical look that crossed his lover's features. The glance alone was nothing short of endearing and yet, Sebastian nodded in response. "It is, amongst the common folk. It means 'It's cold enough to freeze the balls off a Brass Monkey'." A grin crossed his features as he tied his shoelaces, only to stand with Dorian's announcement that he was ready.

Sebastian reached for that velveteen box upon the bedside table, plucking from its depths that gilded crown he was required to wear. Although he had become used to the weight of it upon his head over the past year of his marriage to the Italian King, it felt particularly odd to see it's splendor within the mirror, knowing the woman they intended to visit in mere moments. His crystalline gaze briefly fluttered towards his lover's reflection, lingering, momentarily, upon the very sight of his own King. Even within that lesser crown, Dorian never failed to be anything sort of utterly breathtaking when he so took up that very image of Italy's ruler - it, admittedly, had somehow become his weakness, stirring those once satisfied desires to life all over again. Slowly, Sebastian turned to face his lover, only to utter his own readiness now that his crown was where it belonged. His eyes followed his lover's form as Dorian moved toward to his side, the King's lips pressing against his own. Sebastian's hands reached for his lover's waist, the vampire all too keen to draw the fae closer even though he could feel the life that so faded from his veins. How he abhorred his body's immediate reaction, that panic so setting his heart aflutter even as Sebastian so reminded himself of that he was not only relatively unkillable, he had asked for this discomfort if only for the affinities his undead form so afforded him.

His fingers intertwined with his lover's own as Dorian led them from the bedroom and into that extravagant hallway. His head bobbed in a small nod of acknowledgment of each member of his own staff as the royal couple passed, those pleasantries kindly returned as they made their way towards the waiting car behind their home. He slid into the vehicle beside his lover and yet, the very sight of their car was enough to send the gathering crowd upon the streets into a frenzy. Even Sebastian could hear those screams on the other side of those glass windows - the Englishman offering those adoring fans a warm simper and polite wave. His glacier hued irises shifted only at the movement from the periphery of his view. That pout caused his eyebrow to arch ever so slightly as his lover sighed. Sebastian could hardly help that chuckle upon his lips as the fae Monarch so scooted downward in his seat with the declaration that Buckingham's gates were distinctly nice. "Ah, Ma Biche, if these make you envious, I fear you will positively be green by the time the night is over." He remarked, a small, almost smug simper toying at the corner of his features. How well he knew the wealth and beauty that existed beyond those closed doors. By the end of that trip, he suspected the palace would be undergoing extensive renovations beyond merely the gates of their estates. Still, it was a project he was more than willing to encourage his lover in, however. Perhaps it was pride that was the vampire's downfall, after that lust he so frequently sinned with, and yet, Sebastian desired their empire to be as ostentatious, perhaps, as he knew England could be.

He watched as the footman hurried to open the door, those umbrellas held over the pair in some vain effort to shield the royal couple from the steady onslaught of rain. That light of the cameras was near blinding as the vampire stepped from the vehicle and yet, Sebastian hard gotten particularly good at ignoring them ever since his marriage. There were few places Dorian and himself were able to go, these days, in which the paparazzi didn't somehow follow them. Sebastian's attention, however, remained focused upon the well-dressed man who approached them with an outstretched hand to greet them, informing them of the evening's itinerary before they were officially welcomed to Buckingham Palace in the way Sebastian himself had greeted so many dignitaries in days long passed. "Thank you, it's nice to be home." The Italian Prince responded, those words distinctly genuine, even if Buckingham was no longer his place of work. Sebastian easily fell into step at his lover's left, just slightly behind the King as decorum so demanded he be. The large double doors parted, only to reveal the familiar sight of Buckingham's Grand Staircase. Sebastian was hardly oblivious to that glimpse of awe that crossed the fae's features. Buckingham, though more comfortable in some respects, was nevertheless glamorous in its own way. That grin once again tugged at his lips at his husband's softly whispered words and slowly, Sebastian leaned closer towards his Monarch. "And you haven't even seen the thrones yet." He commented with a hint, perhaps, of impishness. Dorian was surely to be taken aback by the ostentatious display of wealth from Sebastian's own homeland. He had tried to tell the Monarch, hadn't he?

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy