Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The dark blue of Sebastian's gaze remained focused upon his maker the very moment he stepped into the room. He was, he thought, prepared for the worst and yet, the sudden calm that radiated from her managed to completely catch the Prince off guard. His brows furrowed as he watched her hand gesture freely to the room that surrounded them, the child insisting that she had distinctly little to offer him. How...different this was from the girl who had thrown a fit only the year prior when he hadn't immediately embraced her desire to have a party. His tongue swept over his bottom lip as he watched her, the vampire almost unsure of how to respond. Thankfully, she hardly seemed to need one as Anna-Marie placed the chess piece she had been holding back onto the board in front of her. She turned back towards him, continuing to speak of concepts with far greater understanding then she had ever displayed to date. Sebastian made no effort to interrupt her, however, the royal remaining perfectly still where he stood upon the threshold as she spoke of that very bond between them - one that had coaxed her to visit the city in the first place, even if her first child had long since left it...or at least disappeared from where she had once been staying.

Her apology for changing him only further managed to astonish the Englishman, his brows rising as he stared at his maker. How...strikingly clear it was that the woman in front of him was not the vampire-child he had become so accustomed to dealing with. Whether or not that lucidity was temporary or not remained to be seen and yet...Sebastian had every intention of taking advantage of this seemingly rare opportunity. His gaze briefly turned from her to sweep over the room as the Incubus strove to collect his thoughts. "What happened...Anna-Marie, to turn you into the child I knew? And what happened to grant you this...sober mind? Is this...temporary?" Those questions were, admittedly, far more important to him than his own turning - that, after all, was an event the vampire was rather certain he understood the circumstances surrounding. He had merely, unfortunately, been at the wrong place at the wrong time - that transformation was one he had come to terms with decades ago. She was, perhaps, the only mystery that still remained. "...is there anything left of the Belrose Manor?" Sebastian added in an afterthought. After all, he remembered the ruins they had once visited. What exactly was he considering allying himself with?