The Englishman was hardly aware of the concern that so worried his lover - that he might somehow be cross at the man for this secret he'd so strove to keep from him. After all, Sebastian himself was hardly forthcoming on his own affairs, much less his own past. He could hardly berate the King for so guarding those memories, even the ones less than favorable. He was aware of that glimpse that crossed his lover's features the moment that admittance so fell from his lips. And yet, it was perhaps the utter truth. In such a short amount of time, the fae had become the epicenter of Sebastian's world, not that there were many who were capable of noticing such a shift in the man beyond the staff within this very home. Even Sebastian could hardly deny that, on those nights he was left without the man at his side, his thoughts strayed quite frequently to his lover. How he'd come to so abhor the silence and coldness of those lonely nights! It was so effortless, the way in which he so doted upon the man, after all, somehow, the Monarch had become perhaps as meaningful to the vampire as his wife once had been, if not more so. It was perhaps that unparalleled adoration he held that so brought those words of affection from his lips, and yet, once spoken, the vampire remained before his companion, entirely intending to simply be there whilst the King so fought with those emotions in the fashion Dorian had been for him but the night before.

He listened in silence as Dorian explained his past with the holiday and his father's own thoughts upon the evening, the man's lips pressing together ever so slightly in dissatisfaction. He knew, in truth, particularly little of the man whom had once been King. Though the more he discovered of him, the less he found he liked him. Still, he knew better than to voice such ill thoughts, especially those of the dead. Rather, Sebastian merely allowed the King to turn the conversation instead over towards the presents that rested beneath the tree with his lover's name so neatly printed upon those gift tags. A small simper crossed his features at Dorian's mention of his particularly peculiar habit of so naming those lifeless objects he was so particularly fond of, his head shaking from side to side ever so slightly. "Come now, Dorian, you are worth more to me than even a named rock." He commented, hardly willing to let the man he so cherished believe even for a second that he was not worth the great effort the vampire had so put into acquiring those gifts, much less every single dollar that went into them. It was perhaps that, so assuring Dorian knew well his value, that saw his gaze momentarily drift towards the clock before declaring they had perhaps just enough time before mass started for a rather impromptu deviation from the night's events.

It was the only explanation Sebastian provided before taking Dorian's hand and leading him to a different part of the estate, one none the less still appealing in it's own right, even if the vampire knew his precious home hardly compared to the palaces Dorian surely must have once frequented. Rather than dwelling upon such things, however, Sebastian made his way towards that desk deeper within that large office, to shifting with purpose through those drawers before he found the very object that he had been so diligently searching for. Dorian's own coin had never once left Sebastian's neck ever since that night it was given. Though he had given the King a token of his own as a sort of placeholder, he knew well it hardly compared to the significance of finally handing over that ancient artifact that so utterly declared his adoration for the man before him. He presented his lover with that darkly hued token, one that so declared his family's success in both coal, wealth, law, and their dedication to the crown by mere symbols alone. Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the silence that so seemed to stretch before them as his lover simply stared at that medallion, that inaction so prompting the vampire's head to tilt to the side ever so slightly inquisitively.

He watched as Dorian reached forward to pluck that coin from the palm of his hand though he hardly anticipated the way the King had slipped that golden chain around his neck, so choosing in that moment to wear both momentos. The vampire's dark blue eyes met the softened silver ones of his lover, watching as the King somehow struggled with this emotions that seemed so keen to take him with him. It was a battle Sebastian knew well and yet, he hoped that perhaps this and the gift he'd so purchased would be enough to reassure his lover that he had every intention of remaining at Dorian's side, and too subjecting the King to the full breadth of his affections. That abrupt movement entirely caught the vampire off guard and yet, he hardly hesitated in so wrapping his arms around Dorian's waist, so pulling him closer with that same desire of closeness that seemed to afflict the fae. That soft murmur against his skin was hardly ignored, instead prompting a small simper to flutter across his features. "I always will." He whispered softly. And indeed he had every intention to. It was hardly peculiar for Sebastian to simply agree out of politeness but, even so, those two simple words of 'I promise' so rarely left his lips and when they did, he strove at every turn to ensure he could fulfil those verbal commitments.

For now, however, Sebastian was wholly content to simply be held and, in turn, to hold the fae closer to him. Those moments of such emotion were altogether rare between the two and yet, the vampire treasured them all the same. Slowly, he released his hold upon his lover, letting the man step away from him only enough to press his lips ever so sweetly against Dorian's own. That warm simper once again crossed his features as Dorian's fingers reached up to delicately toy with the newest addition that dangled around his neck. He hardly expected the way in which Dorian's gaze so abruptly shifted back towards him, much less the words that spilled from his lips and yet, though perhaps against his best social graces, Sebastian could hardly help the way in which his eyes rolled ever so slightly. "I'm sure, Mon Cher. I will have Elaine dust more thoroughly." Weather or not he fully intended to make such a request, however, was another matter entirely and yet, any further discussion of such was interrupted only by the sound of church bells. His gaze shifted towards the direction he knew that sound reverberated from, the vampire momentarily gesturing for his lover to follow him. After all, it would hardly do to miss church for Christmas! He led his lover towards that church that connected to the estate.

Sebastian led his lover towards those rarely used seats upstairs, the ones that, once upon a time, had been used to keep those of the upper class from the servants and lower class that occupied the pews below. Despite the late hour, several members of the parish filled that cozy little church beyond the numerous staff of Belton itself. Though the vampire was altogether attentive to the words that left the lips of the pastor before that altar, he could hardly help the fashion at which his hand so reached out for Dorian's at his side, those fingers so habitually entangling with the King's throughout that sermon that so focused upon the Christ child, his birth, and the inevitable hope and love that surely should be inspired within them. It was nearly an hour later that the mass ended with those infamous words that Sebastian could repeat in his sleep. "May the Lord be with you." "And also with you." It was with those four simple words that the entire parish began to move, rising from their seats to chit chat about before filing through the church doors or, in the case of the staff and Sebastian, back into the Belton estate itself.