It was seldom that Dorian donned the full splendor of that royal garb, that wedding the first time to date in which Sebastian had seen that majestic King that so often hid behind endearing curiosity and charming impishness. Dorian had been nothing short of breathtaking, so often stealing the entirety of the Englishman's gaze even when his attention was supposed to be directed elsewhere. It was, however, that singular moment when the two stood before that alter to recite those solemn vows that Sebastian found himself unable to forget. Those promises they uttered were sentiments he had been feeling for a great length of time. They were oaths that somehow cemented those feeling with a sort of with a sort of absoluteness. Sebastian was well aware that his beliefs in that marriage entirely traditional in nature and yet, the fact that Dorian too revered such matrimony as a holy bond incapable of being broken somehow made that ring upon his finger all the more meaningful. Even though it was that moment that he perhaps favored over the entirety of that evening, Sebastian couldn't deny the simple joy he took from that wedding at large, even if there were portions of that evening that all but baffled the man.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy