The vampire was well aware of his tendency to, perhaps, worry himself over things out of his control, particularly when it so came to that fae who'd so stolen his heart. His own experience with those vexing relationships had ended in such an utter disaster that even those small aspects of their relationship sent the vampire in a veritable panic in an effort to ensure, this time, things went different. Such a reaction, however, was one only Dorian was so capable of coaxing from the depths of that often pleasant and carefree demeanor that Sebastian often preferred. He was innately aware of that flutter to Dorian's heart, particularly when compared to that steady thrum that often vibrated almost subtly against the skin of his ring finger. The King's nervousness only served to make the vampire all the more apprehensive of that gift the fae had left him to fetch and yet - that box that Dorian returned with hardly seemed threatening enough to warrant such anxiety on either of their parts, this newest addition to the conundrum only serving to further baffle the Englishman on exactly what sort of overwhelming object he was being provided with. Thankfully, he hardly had to wait long as his lover chose those words with such noticeable care, that simple word of 'crown' so causing the vampire to simply pause in silence as Dorian lifted that lid to show him the golden object crafted just for him.

He should have been thrilled, truly, and beneath it all he certainly saw the honor in being presented something as entirely meaningful as this and yet - it was a bit...preemptive, wasn't it? Unless such a thing meant something else entirely. Still, they only only just discussed the possibility of their future marriage but days ago. Surely the King had no intentions of moving so quickly into that commitment before their Almighty God? His bright blue eyes remained intent upon that crown as Dorian passed him the box, the vampire eying it quite with some measure of apprehension as Dorian stepped away to retrieve his own from the bedside table, returning but moments later to afford the man a glimpse of both of them, side by side. It was endearing, the fashion at which his crown seemed entirely alike Dorian's own, that meaning behind it entirely caught by the vampire, much less the decided care Dorian had placed within it to so break tradition just for his comfort alone. Rather, Sebastian was well aware of all of this and yet, the Englishman had remained nearly deathly silent throughout the entirety of this crown presentation. It wasn't until he felt that flutter of Dorian's heart against his flesh that the man found himself glancing up at those concerned silver irises, those thoughts that had momentarily distracted him falling all too readily from his lips.

He glanced upwards at his lover in the wake of his explanation of what this surely meant if they were on English soil and Dorian was, in turn, an English King and yet, that simper he was so presented with almost seemed to send his heart a flutter, much less the fashion at which the King hardly bothered to deny his intentions immediately. Then, was Dorian aware of those customs? And was this that very inquiry they had only just agreed might one day be in their future? He found himself glancing back down at that crown within his lap, so inquiring as to what would happen if it fell from his head in front of the entirety of that court, that phrase much a distraction like his comment of the taste of those zucchini once had been. And yet, in spite of this, Dorian seemed quite content to so reassure him that it was made to fit quite snugly with the intention of so thwarting this very concern. He watched as Dorian lifted his own crown to settle upon it's spot on the man's head in a fashion he'd so watched his lover do nearly countless of times within the past days. It was true, if he thought of it, he'd never once seen that crown so much as even tilt incorrectly upon his lover's head, the golden ornament altogether had stayed put every time he'd seen it thus far.

"I see..." He uttered softly, his gaze slowly turned back towards that crown, his fingers gingerly reaching out to grace across the point's of that crown, that touch the first one he'd truly afforded that tremendous gift. He'd slowly lifted it from the box, the vampire eying those perfectly inlaid diamonds that rested upon those smaller points of it, that headpiece nothing short of dashing, within it's own way. His eyes turned upwards only at the sound of Dorian's voice, the fae finally seeing fit to provide answers to those pressing assumptions that Sebastian had only just recently voiced. That meaning behind the crown that rested within his hands was certainly important to the Englishman, if only for what it could mean and yet, the Italian Monarch was quick to insist that Italy was quite different than his home country on this point. He was nearly surprised to find himself almost disappointed by the truth of it. That this was a symbol done for tradition, it was but another thing so expected of the vampire due to that title he had been provided thanks to his connection with the man at his side. How utterly peculiar it was that he had but moments ago found himself utterly astonished and a touch anxious of the implications of such a gift only to now find himself let down by the truth of it! Sebastian knew he was being particularly finicky, and so, instead, the vampire merely allowed his head to bob, his words soft as he ensured his lover knew he grasped that explanation he had been offered. "I understand."

In the wake of that clarification of the context of that headdress, the vampire's gaze had turned back towards the gilded object, entirely unwilling to let those complicated feelings be shown. After all, Sebastian had already made an unspoken promise that, in this, he refused to so dissatisfy his companion. If this crown was what he was anticipated to wear, and indeed what had been worn by others, then he would hardly be the first to so break that custom any further than his sheer existence as an undead being already had. He slowly turned that crown in his hands, inspecting it as if it was somehow different when viewed from certain angles instead of perfectly and entirely symmetrical. The vampire was hardly perturbed in the slightest that, if their marriage should occur, he would no longer be a mere consort but, instead, Prince. After all, even in England he knew that such a binding afforded him that status of royalty. To so hear him as Prince of Italy was hardly astonishing, thought certainly different from what he was used to. "Then, it is not so different from Britain." He stated simply enough, that title of Prince still somewhat similar regardless of the country.

He was hardly intending to press that wording of that future title in the slightest, such mattering particularly little to the man though Dorian himself even seemed intent on simply gracing over that prospect of 'Prince' altogether, instead purposefully steering that conversation back towards the crown in his hands and box in his lap. The vampire was hardly inattentive enough to not miss those veiled words that had left his lover's lips, even if they had been said with a warmed simper. This crown, and the simple fact that it was expected of him to wear it, was quite clearly a matter of great importance to the King, especially if the man saw fit to so mention those whom had come before him. That simple sentence alone so spoke volumes, enough to see his lips press together ever so slightly. "Of course." He agreed candidly enough, in that same fashion in which he often did so many of things - that word 'no' seeming to entirely be nonexistent within the vampire's vocabulary. He lifted that crown at his lover's request, placing it ever so neatly upon his head. His bright blue eyes turned back towards his companion, entirely allowing the King to so inspect that handiwork of that crown's craftsmanship in whatever fashion he so saw fit.

Sebastian Ellington