How Sebastian yearned for that blood that flowed through his lover's veins - the vampire certain he was near salivating at the very scent, thanks entirely to Dorian's proximity. The navy hue of his gaze traced that dark blue vein he could see just beneath his husband's skin and though he would have loved nothing more than to sink his teeth deep within the fae flesh and yet...underneath that very desire was an equally as real fear. What if he was not able to stop himself this time? What if he murdered his husband in the same way he had his wife? Surely Matteo would not let that happen...or perhaps the fae had merely foreseen the Englishman turning down that offer? How those concerns tumbled through his mind, compounded only by the mere stress of the evening. His tongue brushed across his fang before, abruptly, Sebastian shook his head ever so slightly, only to declare, not for the first time tonight, that he was entirely fine. How he was striving to be that very thing he insisted he was! Those emotions certainly gripped him ferociously and yet...with Dorian's discontent with him, he could hardly seek the comfort of his lover's arms. Rather - it was distance that Sebastian found himself desiring as the vampire strode towards the window in the far corner of the room.

The dark hue of his gaze glanced out to the darkness, though truly the Englishman paid distinctly little heed to what was outside of the window. He was aware, vaguely, of the silence that seemed to persist within the room and slowly, Sebastian's lips parted. An apology was the first thing he uttered, only to pause for a brief moment. In truth, Sebastian hadn't considered how Dorian might handle William's apparently obvious affections for him. He had thought he could merely ignore his friend's confession and everything would return to the ease that had once existed between the two men. He had thought his friendship was one he might be allowed to keep - though perhaps he realized now that keeping a friend and having near constant companionship were two distinctly different things. Then again, it wasn't as if any of the guards were stationed within his office of their Sacrosanct home - he hadn't really expected William to be either. A soft breath left his lips before Sebastian tried to explain that William was all he had left from -- that sentence, however, never finished leaving his lips before the sudden ringing of his cell phone seemed to fill the very room. How distinctly loud that noise was! Though it was almost a welcomed distraction from the steady thrumming of Dorian's heart and pumping of blood in his veins.

It was the name that appeared upon the screen that made the vampire hesitate. A small frown crossed his lips as his finger brushed across the screen, answering the phone when he so frequently would not have. The sharp sound of his lover's voice drew his gaze upwards and towards the Italian Monarch - that note of disapproval was one he knew well, though rarely utilized towards him. Still....for the British Monarchy to call him directly? Whatever it was had to be more important than their lovers spat. For a moment, Sebastian tuned out his King's irritation as he focused upon the voice of the woman on the other line. That call was short and yet, how quickly it only furthered the vampire's distraught. It was inevitable, of course, that Prince Phillip would pass and yet...he had been England's Prince for nearly half of Sebastian's entire life. His brows furrowed as the vampire slipped the now darkened cellphone back into his pocket, only for his free hand to raise and pinch the bridge of his nose in a small gesture of the stress that clearly weighed upon him. His announcement of his intention to return to England only prompted yet another note of disapproving surprise from his lover as Dorian inquired if he intended to leave tonight. His head bobbed silently, his own thoughts far too distracted to focus upon the why so much as the need to travel in the first place.

It was, however, the sudden softness of Dorian's voice that drew Sebastian's gaze towards his husband. There was a hint of...sadness mirrored within those silver irises as his navy gaze turned towards the fae. There was a part of him, admittedly, that had become accustomed to running away when those emotions became too great. It was the very part that had made him a vagabond heartbreaker for nearly two hundred years. It was a fear of commitment, or so he had been told. But he had committed himself. Entirely. And happily. So why did that question prompt him to pause for so terribly long? A soft breath left his lips before his head shook briefly, the blue of his gaze turned back towards the window. "No, I'm not angry with you." He answered quietly. Hurt, certainly. Upset? Definitely. But anger...? No. Not anger.

Sebastian swallowed before, briefly, he tried to pick up that very sentence that had been disrupted in the first place. "You've forgotten what it's like, Dorian. You have your father and your brother and your grandfather and your entire court. All I have is you...and William...and now I'm not even sure I have that anymore." How hard it was to lose everyone over and over again. His family was dead. His wife was dead. There were no court of familiar immortal faces to welcome him home. His staff died over and over again, in spite of Sebastian's efforts to craft some resemblance of a family within them. Maybe he was just being selfish, to desire a constant in his life in the same way his lover had. Maybe he had been thoughtless. But then again...what did it matter now? William had been banned from their household, not that he was certain the Dark Hunter would ever want to see him again in the first place. "William was right....I didn't look for him when he disappeared. I failed him...so....I doubt you have to worry about him anymore anyways."

The vampire was quiet for several moments before his tongue ran over his bottom lip. He lifted his chin ever so slightly, that hint of despondent vulnerability was one he was almost keen to chase away in favor of that guise that everything, as always, was perfectly fine. He turned towards his husband, his hands once again clasped behind his back as Sebastian strove instead to focus upon what was required of him by duty rather than those confusing emotions that so threatened to overwhelm him. "The British Monarchy extended the invitation to you as well for Prince Phillip's funeral. It's to be in three days' time. I know it is...inconvenient so I wasn't sure if you would wish to attend but...I have to be there. If I leave tonight there won't be too much of a disruption in our schedule beyond a bit of reordering on the day of the funeral itself. I'll make sure I honor all of our previous commitments." He promised, at least striving to remain a good Prince. At the very least, it was the only thing Sebastian hadn't absolutely ruined tonight.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy