Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The two guard's exchanged a glance as they stared down the blood coated Dark Hunter. Neither were, admittedly, terribly inclined to bother their Prince with this, much less to trust the stranger even in the same room as the royal. Those titles did little to suade them, merely prompting a laugh upon one of their lips and yet...it was the mention of the Prince's manservant that seemed to coax a pause within them. Charles was hardly as well known to the public, despite the number of years in which he had served the Ellington family and for a moment, the pair of guards merely stared down the Hunter in indecision. "I'll check." One of the guard's muttered, gesturing towards another man situated closer into the estate and near the front door. A mumbled exchange was had between the two, the newest guard too wearily eying William before he stepped away and into the depths of the house. The pair of guards at the gate return their attention towards William, their hands resting with purposeful closeness near their own weapons as if they had contemplated the bloodied hunter's attack. It was several moments longer before Charles, accompanied by the guard who'd gone to fetch him, appeared at the door. The manservant was perhaps as suspicious as his accompanied staff member by their visitor and yet, one look was all that was necessary to prompt that wariness to turn into a vague glimpse of surprise.

A small nod and word was exchanged with the man at his side, the guard swiftly moving to approach the pair at the gate. "He's allowed admittance." The words were muttered, much to the guards surprise and yet, it was surely not their place to question the manservant or, in turn, the Prince his words so stood for. William was, hesitantly, admitted into the estate, though he hardly went without being ushered towards Charles. "Your Grace, we didn't expect to see you...again." The manservant uttered, a singular brow rose as his gaze swept downwards and over the Duke's clothing. It was not the first time William had returned to the estate in such a manner, though it had been...years since he'd disappeared and things within the home had changed...drastically. "His Highness has guests that he should not like distrubed. Please step quickly." Charles gestured briefly into the home, letting William enter the hallway before he closed the front door behind him. "This way." For once, the manservant hardly gestured towards the living room as was customary, the sounds of voices echoing from within the home. Instead, he led the Dark Hunter up the stairs and towards the second floor of the home. "Wait here." Charles instructed before he stepped towards the door a foot away from where he'd had William pause, his hand lightly knocking on the heavy wood before he pushed it open.

"...yes, I understand your fears but we have seen a sharp downturn in new cases in the past three weeks." Sebastian uttered, his gaze turning from the screen in front of him only briefly as Charles stepped into his office. It was distinctly unusual for his manservant to intervene when he was aware the Prince was in the midst of a meeting, whatever news he held hardly boded well, Sebastian was sure. Nevertheless, the Englishman's attention returned towards the screen, his head bobbing in agreement with the minister of health. "We will keep an eye on the numbers and reclose the borders again if necessary but Spain has already followed suit as well as France. We should be fine." Sebastian insisted, "I fear, gentleman, that something has come up but thank you for time today." He listened to that round of 'Thank you, Your Highness.' that echoed from each individual before Sebastian disconnected from that video call with a single flick of the mouse. A soft sigh left his lips as the vampire leaned back within the plush executive chair. "Yes, Charles, what is it?" He inquired, a clear hint of tiredness upon his lips. Between the outbreak in Italy and his husband's family downstairs, it felt as if there was precious little time in which Sebastian was not stressed about some matter or another. Somehow, he expected this would only add to his plate. The very last thing he anticipated, however, were the words that fell out of Charles' lips.

"William is here to see you."
"Wait...what? William?"
"Would you like to see him, sir?"
".....yes. Immediately."

Sebastian hardly had a moment to stand up from his seat before Charles ushered the Dark Hunter into the room, his office door closing behind the manservant to afford the pair some measure of privacy. The blue of his gaze settled on the ragged form of his friend, that potent scent of blood accompanying the Hunter, prompting a small flick of his tongue across his bottom lip. He moved around the desk, his gaze never once leaving his friend as he took in the bags under William's eyes. He seemed...thinner then Sebastian remembered, his clothes ill-fitting, his hair somehow more...unkept, much less the facial hard that grew over those usually smooth cheeks. "William I....are you okay? What happened?" Sebastian inquired, pausing as he openly stared at his companion. What a sharp contrast the Prince was to the Duke, the Englishman's crisp blue button down shirt freshly pressed, it's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark grey dress slacks seemed equally as pristine, fastened by a sleep black belt at his waist, the Englishman holding a certain air of elegance about him, even in that business casual attire. He paused, his tongue shifting towards his fang in an entirely habitual manner before he inquired after the very query that lingered heaviest upon his mind. "Where have you been?"