There was no denying that the Victorian vampire had his own share of expectations on how their world might change upon so entering Naples. He had known, from the beginning, that the eyes of Italy would fall on their King, knowing exactly who he is and, undoubtedly, marveling at his return. He had known such moments as this, when peace and tranquility invaded every aspect of their existence, would be altogether rare. He anticipated the flurry of activity that would beset his lover, just as he too had expected that there would likely be a whole slew of matters that required Dorian's attention to so tend to. He expected several nights without the King by his side and it was perhaps this which made him the most nervous. Although he was relatively certain he was capable of navigating those waters of social graces without terribly offending anyone of great importance, Sebastian was willing to admit that many of the nuances of Dorian's own court would likely be lost upon him entirely. To be so thrown to the lions, however, was hardly as terrifying as simply letting Dorian down, much less his own actions somehow reflecting poorly upon the King. He was, after all, bred for the halls of court and yet, tarnishing his family's name and tarnishing the name of the monarch was something different entirely.

Regardless of those thoughts that so lingered heavily upon his mind, it was Dorian's concerns for so overwhelming him that he so readily sought to address, pausing within those snowy fields to place himself directly within the path of the King. His fingers gingerly held those of his lovers' as he so sought to reassure the man that, regardless of how taxing Naples might prove, Dorian himself was certainly worth whatever it was his country and, in turn, his people decided to throw at them. It was quite the undertaking, he knew that well, and yet, he had little intention of giving up on his lover, not when they faced their first real obstacle. This was what relationships were made for, were they not? Through better and for worse? For richer or for poorer? Through sickness and in health? Though such a vow may have never left his lips in regards to the King before him, it was a sentiment his heart certainly felt all the same. That simper that crossed the fae King's lips was hardly ignored and yet, Sebastian was hardly done. Instead, he continued after a brief pause, admitting that there was quite a possibility that he might need Dorian's patience in the upcoming venture into the King's homeland.

He hardly anticipated Dorian's attempts to somehow comfort him that any shortcomings he might hold would surely be entirely non-existence, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly in a look of dubiousness as the fae King admitted that Consorts and Kings alike could truly do no wrong. Sebastian knew well that this was hardly as true to the extent that Dorian so wished it to be. He'd seen how vicious the people could be, how they might speak in whispered words or mutter under their breath regardless of publicly announcing how 'wrong' something was. Still, Dorian had been King long enough that perhaps such things truly did not apply to him. After all, how many monarchs could singularly hold a crown for nearly six hundred years with such little civil unrest towards their rule? It was certainly a rarity to say the least, though, with what he knew of his lover's persona, he was hardly surprised. A small simper crossed Sebastian's lips all the same, the vampire nodding ever so slightly in the process. "Perhaps you are right." He commented simply, though any further thoughts he had on the topic were kept in silence as that true fear so lingered upon the forefront of his mind.

Those concerns, however, were quickly washed away by the soft sensation of Dorian's lips against his cheek, that simple action brought a small smile to his own lips. After all, he supposed that truly the only real thing that mattered to him was Dorian's continued affections for him, the man's country and people were but roadblocks he was determined to see through if only for that continued love of Dorian himself. Oh the things he would do for that man in front of him, whether or not the King was truly aware of it. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side as Dorian responded with his inclination to so believe Sebastian's assertion that they would find a way through this, though the vampire hardly anticipated that near teasing he was presented with at his own ability to worry. Those blue eyes rolled ever so slightly at the man's words, his head shaking all the same though truly he had little to say as a way of retaliation. After all, even he knew well he had a tendency to so fret when it came to those few important individuals within his life. Dorian was but the first in many years to so earn a position within his inner circle outside of that family of servants he so kept.

Sebastian allowed Dorian to drop his hand, instead watching the King as he climbed on top of the cobblestone fence at their side. The vampire made every effort to remain close to his lover, watching those footfalls as Dorian so balanced upon that difficult surface. There was little doubt that the momentary wobble so sent his heart pounding, entirely ready to catch the King before he regained that poise. His blue eyes shifted upwards towards Dorian as the fae continued to speak of 'next year'. In truth, he could hardly deny that the prospect of a whole additional year at Dorian's side made those butterflies appear within his chest. After all, he had yet to know the King for even one and already there was talk of wanting another! Slowly his head bobbed ever so slightly, "I can arrange that." He commented simply, that warm simper dancing across his features as they continued that slow measured walk towards the edge of the wall. It was only once they reached that end that Sebastian's gaze glanced upwards with a hint of suspicion, already aware innately of what Dorian so considered. A soft snort left his nose as Dorian's eyes fluttered towards his, commenting on how he looked whilst so considering Dorian's entire disregard for safety.

"That's because you are reckless!" He commented, abruptly reaching forward to grab his lover by the waist, pulling him quite purposefully off balance as he pulled Dorian down and, too let himself fall backwards into that snow. The vampire made every point to ensure Dorian landed upon him rather than what might lay beneath that ivory substance and yet, the pair landed in nothing but feet upon feet of that fluffy precipitation. A soft chuckle left his lips at that soft thud and with a glimpse of adoration, his gaze turned towards his lover. Carefully he reached up, brushing some stray snow from the King's hair before, quite softly, the vampire uttered those three words that so perfectly summed up those emotions fluttering within his heart. "I love you." He whispered, leaning upwards to press his lips sweetly against his boyfriend's. He was wholly content, in the aftermath of that Christmas, to spent the fleeting hours he had left so doting upon the man that undeniably meant most to him in the entirety of the world. This, he was assured, was what holidays were truly meant for.