Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The very presence of the vehicle caused the front gates of the estate to be a buzz of activity. Though the guards admitted the town car into the circular driveway, news had already spread to Charles and Sebastian himself of his maker's impending arrival. A part of the Prince was loath to allow his maker into his home, particularly when the last time had gone so...smashingly well. Or rather, the time before that....and the one before even that. She brought nothing but chaos in her wake, one that so threatened the life that Sebastian had built for himself. A soft sigh left his lips as the Prince excused himself from his meeting earlier than anticipated, altogether aware that Charles would knock on his office door in mere moments to inform him of the small vampire's arrival. The Incubus leaned back with his plush office chair, allowing him a singular moment to merely breathe before the impending event that was sure to come, that soft knock on the door signifying the end to the peace of his day. A singular look from his manservant was all that was necessary for the vampire to nod in understanding as he slowly rose to his feet. "Try to keep Dorian from finding out." He muttered softly to Charles as he passed the man, hoping to keep his lover from his maker's grip, much less letting the King fret over his welfare when the international state of affair surely required the man's attention far more than what was occurring within their household.

Sebastian made his way down the stairs of the mansion and towards the first floor, his dress shoes softly echoing against the marble floors as he entered the sitting room. It was hardly difficult to find his maker, her fingers running along the figurines of the chess set in the corner of the room. The very sound of his feet was enough to make her pivot into place, her gaze focusing upon the man as she commented in a voice almost too calm to come from the child in front of him. Sebastian's brows furrowed as he watched her, his tongue running across his bottom lip in a subtle display of nervousness. Beyond that, the vampire remained the very definition of composed, his hands clasped behind his back in a habitual display of manners befitting the English gentry. "Thank you." He answered simply, pausing before adding almost cautiously, "What can I do for you today, Anna-Marie?"