A soft, steady exhale left Sebastian's lips as the Queen of England herself all but swept into the room. Though the woman was certainly tiny, given her age, and slow in her movements, she held a certain aura of authority that surely came with the decades she spent as the reigning Monarch of Britain. It was a sort of confidence the newly crowned Prince had still not mustered when it came to the royalty of other nations. For so long he'd served the crown and yet now, he came before her as her peer. Sebastian was more than willing to let his lover lead those introductions if only to give himself that small moment to gather his wits into some resemblance of calm. Soon enough, however, those greetings came to a conclusion and all parties took their seat upon those ivory and golden sofas. The Englishman was hardly surprised as the Queen skipped over those pleasantries to instead address the heart of her own concerns. He had always known Elizabeth to be direct, even in the face of the plausible discomfort it might bring her guests. This, was perhaps, no different as her Majesty inquired after his English estates and his long term intentions in the event of his future death. It was, admittedly, difficult for the vampire to contemplate such a thing as a true death. After all, Sebastian died every evening - his species was known for being undead. Softly, the vampire cleared his throat, only to inform his Queen that he had every intention to leave his estates within Dorian's care, should the unthinkable ever happen. Should his lover too fall to death, as unlikely as such a thing ever was, only then would they be returned to English hands.

His answer, however, was answered with little more than silence before a small nod of acceptance was given. Whether or not his Queen was pleased with such an answer, however, was another matter entirely as the conversation shifted instead to his college and other tourist destinations his lover should surely visit during their trip. With such a return to nearly mundane topics, the very mention of children caught the vampire entirely off guard. A small frown marred Sebastian's features at the very mention of the legacy his lover and himself might leave behind. Of late, children had become a frequently mentioned topic between themselves and the outside world, even though Sebastian had yet to broach such a conversation with his lover himself. In some ways, the world had changed little since his own day. In his era, it was expected to marry after a year of courting and then, in the year after, to produce a child. His own wife had been subjected to such line of questioning herself over and over again in the final year of their marriage. He had little doubt it had taken a toll on her, much less her pride to even admit Sebastian's blatant inability to father anything alive. He had become peculiarly used to this line of questioning, the vampire hardly faltering in the face of its awkwardness. Rather, his own answer was particularly diplomatic, the vampire choosing to stick to those facts that made her inquiry all the more...problematic for the pair in the given far more than his state of existence. Thankfully, his husband was quick to further provide a united front with the near gentle reminder of their unending lifespan.

Then Queen's silence in the wake of Dorian's comment only further produced that anxiety within him, one his lover was surely aware of despite how poised his outward appearances surely seemed to be. That slight bob of her head in those moments after was the only glimpse of some satisfaction she gave before the woman declared there was another matter that lingered heavily upon her mind. As if Sebastian was prepared to tackle yet another of those political affairs! He remained still, however, at the very mention of the vampire's own titles. It was no secret that those indications of his peerage were of particular importance to Sebastian, much less the return of those he had so diligently sought after for the greater part of two centuries. The very declaration that she might return those titles to him, after all this time, immediately caused his crystalline irises to turn towards his husband. Dorian knew how very important this was to him, surely his lover would not deny him this! He was almost breathless, at that moment, as he so attentively watched the simper that spread across the King's lips, only for the fae to offer that very permission he required. It was almost impossible for Sebastian to keep that grin from his features, particularly as his husband turned towards him to offer those words of congratulations. He was thankful that the Queen chose to take her leave, the woman rising with the insistence that the Prime Minister awaited her. How busy he knew Monarchs could be! Eternally moving from one meeting or another - it was a conundrum Dorian and himself had experienced of late. "Thank you again." He commented softly as Elizabeth made her way towards the double doors, the vampire mirroring his lover's own declaration at how great of a pleasure it was to meet with the Queen.

Sebastian remained standing as the pair watched England's Monarch step through the doors, her servants swiftly closing them again behind them only to offer the Italian Royalty some glimpse of privacy all over again. The vampire hardly hesitated to reach for his King, his arms eagerly draped around Dorian's waist even despite that soft, chaste kiss upon his cheek. "Thank you, Dorian, for saying yes." He muttered softly as he leaned in to press his lips sweetly against his husband's own. It was silly, surely, and yet how he so desired to show his husband how grateful he was for that simple permission though it seemed that Dorian's too might have drifted to those more intimate activities. A soft snort left Sebastian's nose at his lover's insistence that they too must celebrate when they returned home. That impish look caused that raise of the fae's eyebrows and was mirrored within the depths of those silver irises gave away his husband's own thoughts on the manner. "I could be okay with this." He commented with an almost smug smile before adding, "I'll call Charles and Giles before bed, they will be....excited to hear of this." How very long his own servants had strived to assist him in those endeavors to retain and regain the titles and lands of his father - from the very beginning they alone had been at his side. It only seemed right that they too, his own makeshift sort of family, should be given the chance to celebrate the fruition of all those efforts.

Sebastian's hands slowly fell away from his lover's waist as Dorian took his fingers within his own. The fae's request to see the rest of the palace, much less that throne room prompted an almost sly simper upon Sebastian's features. "I think I can do that." The vampire responded in an almost knowing fashion. He had long informed his husband of just how much their own thrones paled in comparison to that of the British ones, it was time the fae King finally saw that wealth of gold. He led his lover towards those double doors, pausing only at the sound of his husband's voice. That discussion of children, it seemed, was one that was quite inevitable at this point. "Do you think that's really necessary?" Sebastian inquired with a furrowed brow. As...atypical...as they perhaps were, it somehow felt...discomforting to let the entire country know of their familial plans or lack thereof. Softly, Sebastian sighed before the vampire shook his head ever so slightly. He leaned forward, letting his lips brush sweetly against Dorian's forehead in a small glimpse of affection. "Whatever you think is best, Ma Bichette." He was quick to give in to his lover, the vampire instead turning his focus upon instead that selfishness that Dorian had declared. "As it is, I could be content with just an eternity with you....but I have thrones to show you." That smirk once again tugged at his features before Sebastian nodded towards the door.

How well Sebastian knew those halls of Buckingham Palace. For centuries he'd gotten accustomed to the labyrinth of luxury through those periods he'd served the Monarchy. Those very memories came fluttering back to him as he left that ivory drawing-room. A small nod of acknowledgment was given towards the guards stationed before the room and yet, he hardly hesitated as he continued further into the palace. He paused before a particularly large golden archway, the vampire glancing with a hint of bemusement at his husband before he led Dorian in the depths of the throne room. The wallpaper was a bright red damask, the floors mirroring the very color and yet, every pillar, up to the crown molding was laced with flourishes of gold. The very ceiling held a checkerboard pattern foiled with leaves of gold that seemed to glint and glisten from the light of the chandelier. The far end of the room was lined with wood, fastened upon which were golden panels. In front of it, stood two magnificent golden thrones - decorated with distinct care. "The throne of England," Sebastian commented simply as he paused a safe distance from the dais. His crystalline gaze turned towards his lover with a singular raised eyebrow, the vampire entirely inquisitive of how his lover might...appreciate...England's own display of ostentatiousness.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy