Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The Italian Prince had watched with silent concern as his maker's small fingers clinched at the delicate folds of her dress throughout that unexpectedly tragic tale. He had certainly heard before how such traumas could mutilate the mind in an effort to escape. Indeed, the vampire himself couldn't admit to dealing with his own grief with any sort of dignity. The loss of his wife...his brother...his father...they were deaths not marked by the same level of adversity but had still afflicted the vampire profoundly. How he had yearned for a true death of his own in their aftermath, for a reprieve from those memories that haunted him - though he was afforded no relief of madness like her young mind. Time, he knew well, was the only sort of salvation from such clinging woes. His head dipped in silent agreement as Anna-Marie insisted family was all that mattered in their life, even if, for them, it was often made rather than the familial blood bonds of their idyllic youths. Despite his prior reservations, even Sebastian could not deny that there was indeed a bond between himself and the child-like vampire sitting in front of him - the sort of bond that was not easily broken.

How...odd it was for him to consider how she might remember him. That dark alley was often one that Sebastian preferred to forget - the anniversary of his turning so often brought a hint of despondency that seemed to dwell about the Prince long after the fateful hour passed. He couldn't help but to wonder what she must have thought, reviewing those memories with a sober mind. Such curiosity was not one the vampire questioned after, however, Sebastian was well aware that such a line of inquiry was unlikely to bring him any sort of closure on the event. It was that very thought process that elicited a rather...diplomatic response from the Royal, even if his words were wholly genuine. While he did wish nothing but the best for his maker, Sebastian remained...skeptical of just how long her cleared mind might last, especially when it had never lingered for any great length of time before.

He watched as she nodded in agreement, clearly accepting his reticence. Her petite figure rose as her hands sought to straighten her dress in a glimpse of modesty that Sebastian did not usually associate with the child-vampire. "Of course. I fear he has been....busy with the present state of international affairs but...perhaps when his schedule clears we might do dinner." That acceptance of the idea was so carefully put off by the Incubus, Sebastian almost unwilling to place his husband in danger after their...last encounter with his maker. An easy simper crossed the Prince's features as he returned the smile from the young child, only for Anna-Marie to make her way towards Charles as he waited, lingering in the hallway. A soft breath of relief left the vampire's lips and yet...the man could hardly deny his...curiosity of this new development within his life. Anna-Marie's reemergence into his world would certainly take some getting used to, even if this new version of her wasn't entirely unwanted.