There had never been any doubt within Sebastian's mind that there had been feelings shared between the two, even if they were age old and discreetly displayed. He knew what William had wanted from him, something the pair could never have - at least until the fateful day they'd run into each other hundreds of years later. Even then, Will had been...forward of his desires, wants that Sebastian could not return, not when he had dedicated himself already to another. Truthfully, it was difficult to answer Will's question, his hindsight, even in this, was skewed. Once upon a time, there might have been a chance for the pair of men, one to have a relationship filled with love and lust and all the things William desired of him. And yet, even though that possibility had once existed, Sebastian found himself doubting how long it would have lasted. The vampire knew well what he was, after all. He knew of his tendencies to...stray. Faithfulness, for the Englishman, was a concept he both adored and abhorred all at once. His vampiric tendencies knew no bounds when it came to his own possessiveness, but those Incubus urges were not easily reigned in and resigned to one singular soul. Even in his own marriage, as filled with love and lust and sex as it was, he still at times walked the very thin line between what was permissible and what was betrayal.

The silence in the wake of William's question was...resounding, to say the least, even if Sebastian attempted to come up with some answer to spare his friend's feelings without discounting the relationship he was currently within. His admittance that he hardly knew, however, were not well received. Sebastian could tell by the look upon William's face, even as his friend scoffed at the idea of a soulmate. A small frown crossed Sebastian's lips as the Dark Hunter beside him sat up. "Will..." He muttered softly, the vampire reached out to place his hand upon the Hunter's thigh. "I....I don't know what the past could have held. If you had been a decade earlier, I might have agreed to a relationship with you....I also might not have but that would have had nothing to do with you, Will. You have always been my closest friend and...well...I am an Incubus, William. I wouldn't want to ruin what we have because I couldn't be true to you, you can't honestly tell me you would have accepted that." His brow rose, a near skeptical look upon his features even as he spoke of what-ifs and what-could-have-beens. After all, it certainly would have hurt Will far more if Sebastian had found Dorian while the pair were...intimate. His husband, after all, was the very sun his world revolved around. He doubted he would have been able to ignore the demanding presence of the fae, of his beloved soul mate.

He watched as William pushed himself to his feet, clearly seeking some distance from the Prince. A soft sigh left his lips, even as his friend turned back to him to accept the offer of employment, albeit in that quiet, slow voice that resonated the hurt and pain his childhood friend felt. How well he knew that sound. The very suggestion of meeting Dorian now, however, saw the vampire hesitate. This, he knew, was likely not the best of decisions, though it could hardly be avoided either. His brows furrowed in consideration before the Englishman nodded in agreement. "All right, if you want to." Sebastian rose to his feet, only to make his way towards the entrance of his bedroom. He could still hear Dorian's family on the floor below, their laughter nearly seemed to echo in the once quiet house, though he said little of it as he led the way back down the hallway and towards his lover's office. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, only to pause in front of the closed door. Gently, his fist knocked upon the door before Sebastian opened it, the Prince hardly awaiting his love's bid to enter. There was something almost...comforting of the very sight of his husband, in spite of the stress that had begun to afflict the Englishman at both having to truly speak of feelings and William's return as a whole. A small, weak simper crossed his features as Sebastian stood at the threshold of the fae King's office. "Darling, do you have a moment? I'd like to introduce you to someone."

Though this meeting was...important, Sebastian hardly wished to interrupt the equally important conferences that, in turn, affected the entirety of their country. It was only after his lover bid him further within that Sebastian glanced over his shoulder at his companion, beckoning Will with him as he stepped into the fae's office. The Englishman approached his lover's desk, only to gesture briefly towards the Hunter in his wake. "Dorian, this is William Cavendish, the Duke of Devonshire, Will, this is Dorian Ellington-Aragona, the reigning King of Italy and my husband." The majority of those titles were skipped over, Sebastian choosing only the most important of each man's as he introduced the pair, well aware that Dorian would undoubtedly put together the puzzle pieces of exactly who William was. After all, they had spoken of him before, of Will's absence and his engagement to Will's sister.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy