How very like Sebastian it was to carry such guilt within him. For as long as Dorian had known the very man who stood before him now, Sebastian had so eternally been near prone to taking the veritable sufferings of those around him onto himself. Such a trait, Dorian had long since considered, had been present within his human life and so surely magnified all the more in his vampiric existence. How he adored his husband in every fashion. Sebastian's caring nature so surely one of the things about his companion he loved the most and yet too- he could so hardly deny that once worry, of any kind, so managed to seep into Sebastian's soul it had a veritable habit of clinging to the man so entirely. The vampire so often assured he was to blame for things that, sometimes, were vastly outside of his control. Isabella's death, in all its tragedy, had been an accident. One that each of them had surely played a role within. It would be foolhardy, in every sense, for Dorian to so attempt to abstain his lover of any veritable blame within that incident, after all, Sebastian had so surely played a role and yet for his husband to blame himself entirely. For his ex-wife's death was equally as foolish. If only Sebastian could be made to see it.

Those accented words that left his husband's lips were hardly convincing. Dorian distinctly aware of the fact Sebastian was surely attempting to placate him with that agreement and yet, for now at least, the Monarch was willing to....accept his husband's words even if they both surely knew he hardly meant them. Dorian's efforts to insist that Isabella, in turn, would hardly desire Sebastian suffer that guilt alone seemed to prompt little more than a look of confusion from his companion. The vampire so at last stated that he simply...did not know. Sebastian's words were little more than a whisper. The ardent blue of his lover's gaze turned away from him once more. Dorian, this time, so hardly inclined to push any further. Sebastian had surely suffered enough emotional distress for one evening. The Monarch positively assured he could not bear to see his husband cry again when the mere thought of it alone prompted his heart to clench. Sebastian's efforts to turn that conversation away from himself were hardly unnoticed and yet, this time, Dorian made little effort to dissuade him as he nodded his assurance he was entirely unharmed. Brennan, after all, had managed to slay that creature quote before it had done him any harm. The very notion that Sebastian had left him behind, in favour of Isabella was one Dorian was....inclined to forget for now. Tonight had been draining in every sense. Perhaps it might be better if they were to simply abandon it entirely and retire to bed. The warmth of those sheets seemed decidedly appealing. The black oblivion of sleep equally so. Tomorrow, surely, they would need to face this mess again and yet perhaps it might be easier with those emotions far less strained and raw. Sebastian's agreement was little more than a murmur once more. His lover seemed to agree with that notion if only because he so lacked the energy to argue further. How utterly terrible this night had been! The sooner it was forgotten the better.

Yet- a final near potent point remained. It would be nothing if not utterly....unfair of him to demand such information of Sebastian without so at least attempting to address those other concerns his husband had raised. Dorian, despite his distinct distress, made every effort to inquire as to whether or not Sebastian truly did seek someclosue upon those words Alfonso had raised. It had been foolish of him, perhaps, to anticipate they might live the entirety of their lives without Ferdinand's death so every being questioned and yet Dorian had been wholly inclined to simply believe as if it might be so. Sebastian would never ask after Ferdinand's death in any detail and Dorian himself would never be forced to offer any explanation. Matteo, he knew, would hardly reveal that truth and Sebastian would never need to know of that....terrible sin he had committed. How differently his lover might look at him! Dorian near fearful that very truth might yet prompt Sebastian to question the very character of the man he had married. Dorian was distinctly aware of how....very gentle the world believed him to be. He had strived to be that very thing in the wake of his step-Fathers death and yet how that truth might yet distress Sebastian entirely. Would his husband....love him less to know of it?

How quickly that anxiety so seemed to turn within the Fae King once more. Dorian so seemed to debat upon that veritable choice Sebastian offered him. How desperately he desired not to speak of that matter and yet would his denial to do so not only prompt Sebastian to wonder further? Yet addressing that issue seemed equally as disdainful! Sebastian,surely, would not look at him the same to know he had....murdered someone- and so violently as that.

"I...."

Dorian's lips closed once more. The Monarch's silver gaze momentarily cast downward to stare at his shoes and splintered wood of the piano that lay scattered around them as if they might yet hold some answer within their splintered remains. If he allowed this moment to pass Sebastian would surely only ask after it again one day, the secret so inclined to biome only more venomous the longer it was concealed. If Sebastian should choose to.....dislike him over it then was it not better that he be told sooner rather than later?

"Alfonso did not....truly understand Ferdinand. He saw his Father as an undeniably good man. The Ferdinand i knew however was rather different to that. As I grew older Ferdinand and I clashed often and one evening I simply could not take his cruelty towards me any longer. I do not know what overcame me....I simply.....I....it was too much and I killed him. I stabbed King Ferdinand to death."

That final sentence was so barely above a whisper. Dorian, this time, so hardly daring to look upward if only for that look of....horror he was assured he might see within Sebastian's gaze. How he could so hardly bear to see his own husband look at him like that! The Monarch was near quick to continue then. That anxiety was clear within his voice.

"I am sorry I never told you but I....was determined that I would never be such a man as that again and I hardly wished for you to think of me that way. I was very young and.....I did not know my own strength."

Dorian Aragona