For years his family had strived to regain the estates that should have been passed to his mother - estate00000s that had been theirs by right. At least, that was if not for the impossible task that had been bestowed upon them before they could acquire such land - titles. The entire will had hinged upon the family reacquiring that title that was lost to them. It was a caveat they had failed at for over two hundred years...that is, until today. Truly, Sebastian could hardly contain the very glee that had filled him at finally, finally being able to fulfill his promise to his family, even if they had long passed into the afterlife. His lover's assurance that he would be a terrible husband to deny him those titles, however, prompted but another glimpse of that warm beam upon the vampire's features. Softly, his shoulders lifted in a small shrug in a way of response. Horrible or not, it was entirely within Dorian's right to deny him such a thing. After all, Sebastian himself had said no to things his wife had once desired, and in turn, incurred her despondency. For now, however, the vampire had little desire to remind his lover of such a thing. Quite on the contrary, it was that thought of a celebration that coaxed a hint of mischievousness in the depths of his crystalline gaze, particularly when Dorian had already so recently teased him with the prospects of those 'next times' that they had once so lived for.

Were it not terribly uncouth, the now Italian Prince might have been inclined to utilize that very sofa within the ivory drawing-room to express his gratitude to his Monarch. After all, it would have hardly been the first time such acts had taken place within this very room, nor the first time Sebastian had been on his knees within Buckingham Palace. For now, however, the incubus was forced to forgo such considerations as his lover inquired to see the rest of that ostentatious palace. The request was one he was willing to give into as his hands fell away from his husband's waist, only to intertwin within Dorian's own. How well Sebastian knew these halls - remarkably little, after all, had changed over the years, despite the passing of the crown from mother to son to brother to daughter within his lifetime. It was unfortunate that the pair never made it out those double doors before his lover was given to pause. Admittedly, the topic of children was...a touchy one with the Englishman. That capability to father a child was all but stolen from him the night he was murdered. It was yet another facet of his cursed immortal life - though he was destined to live forever, the family that had once been so important to the Victorian way of life was one he would no longer be able to have. That prospect of an heir was one that only further seemed to plague his current marriage - and one he often strove to simply put out of his mind altogether. After all, his gender made it all but impossible to gift Dorian a son. That simple knowledge of the only viable option left open to his husband stirred within him some deep-seated possessiveness that Sebastian simply refused to acknowledge.

Softly, the vampire inquired if it was truly necessary to make a public statement on their plans for children - or lack thereof. It was a foolish notion, truly, and yet, apart of Sebastian almost felt as if he was failing his husband by admitting to the world they had no immediate plans for heirs and offspring. Some ideals of his own time were still deeply engrained within the man, even despite all outward appearances. A soft sigh left his lips, as Sebastian strove to push aside such considerations in the same manner he had avoided many of those uncomfortable topics thus far. The vampire leaned forward, letting his lips press ever so sweetly against his husband's forehead as he purposefully defaulted such a decision to his Monarch judgment. The very suggestion that it was a matter they might need to discuss at length themselves, however, caused the corner of his features to tug downwards in a slight frown, his eyebrows furrowing at the very mention of Italy's requirement for a male heir. Although gender selection was hardly a new concept to the medical field in any sense, Sebastian was well aware that the likelihood of the matter would be that he was required to allow the surrogacy of Dorian's child more than once, particularly if fae genes were anything to go by. A small shrug crossed the vampire's shoulders as his gaze shifted down the hallway ahead of him, those thoughts already turning deeply within his often overanalytical mind. It was his lover's abrupt insistence that he would have been content to spend an eternity without any such child, however, that caused those crystalline blue irises to turn back to the fae King. A soft hint of a simper crossed his features as Sebastian readily agreed, as unlikely as it was that they might have forever to themselves.

It was, perhaps, in a truly British fashion that Sebastian instead redirected his lover's attention back to the splendor of the British thrones. Effortlessly, the Prince led his King deeper into the depths of Buckingham, those hallways near the exact same as he remembered them each to be. Even despite the purposefulness of his path, Sebastian was hardly rushed by any sense. Rather, he allowed his husband to pause on multiple occasions to observe in intricate detail the artwork that adorned the walls and accents to the furniture that lined the hallways. The sheer plethora of gold however, seemed to eternally fascinate his lover with its brilliant sheen. Nevertheless, the pair continued towards what was now the very throne room they'd come to see - the sheer amount of inlaid gold altogether amazing, though even it failed to compare to the very luster of England's thrones. The brilliance of the vampire's gaze turned towards his lover with a hint of amusement at the soft gasp of awe upon the Monarch's lips. He watched as Dorian's steps slowed, his husband's gaze almost widened as he took in the checkerboard pattern on the ceiling to the gilded columns that lined the room. How his husband seemed near overwhelmed with that very room - even before his husband's eyes fell upon the glistening of those magnificent thrones. Finally, Dorian might understand how distinctly unimpressed the Vampire had been at the very sight of Italy's in comparison!

Sebastian watched the very emotions that fluttered across his husband's features, shifting with the myriad of feelings that had seemingly beset his lover. Eventually, his lover's enigmatic silver hue turned towards Sebastian's own and yet it was his husband's insistence that the English throne made him feel inadequate that prompted the ready laughter from the vampire. "It does have that tendency." The Prince agreed, his own gaze turned back towards those very thrones that Sebastian himself had bowed in front of countless times. Slowly, his head shook at his husband's inquiry upon the fabrication of those golden thrones. "I do not think they are, no. It has been this way for as long as I have lived." Sebastian admitted before offering a vague sort of shrug, "I do not think I know who even made them, really." The vampire's eyebrows furrowed in thought, only for his husband to insist that much of their palace would soon require redecoration. How Sebastian had known this would occur! He remained silent, however, as Dorian tilted his head to the side, attempting to examine the throne further from another angle. His lover turned briefly towards him, only to inquire whether or not he might be allowed to touch it. The vampire shifted, leaning back upon his heels just enough to glance down the hallway of one door, only to shift ever so slightly to glanced down the opposite hallway. "I don't see why not." He commented, after all, there wasn't anyone there to notice it.

He watched as his lover eyed the chair for a moment longer in clearly intense consideration, only for the fae to turn almost abruptly towards him with a small, mischevious simper upon his features. That very suggestion that Italy's throne room was larger perhaps, prompted a soft snort from his nose. "Ahh...I'm not sure if it is, Ma Biche, this is not where the Queen took court in my day. The thrones have been moved from their original place in the ballroom after Parlament was formed and the Monarch had most of their duties removed....would you like to see the original throne room?" Sebastian offered, gesturing briefly back down the adjoining hallway. After all, he had promised the splendor of England was...magnificent. Surely he should allow his lover to see all of it.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy