His hand fit firmly within the footman's offered palm, those two singular words prompting a warm simper upon his features. Home. How often he missed it too! He had spent so many years within Buckingham Palace - from attending those soirees of his youth to faithfully serving the ruling Monarchs as they filtered through those halls. To return here as a guest was so staunchly different than the last hundred years of his life that it, admittedly, caught the vampire off guard. He was oblivious of the weight of his own lover's gaze upon him at that moment, tracing the edges of his masculine figure with those ponderings of desire. The Incubus within Sebastian was, for once, wholly overridden by that distinctly mortal concern for the woman that once served as his Monarch, much less the promise he'd made his own father that he had yet to fulfill. Sebastian easily fell into place behind his husband as they were guided into the depths of the Palace itself. He was hardly surprised to see that, in that decade he'd spent away, distinctly little of the decor had changed. It was as gilded with that accented gold as it had near always been, the splendor of Buckingham hardly lessening even as they moved beyond the grand staircase and towards the reception room. The soft murmur of Dorian's voice near immediately ensnared his attention and yet, those plans to improve his lover's palace prompted a small, almost bemused simper to his features. Oh if only his husband knew the sheer wealth they would be given but subtle glimpses of in the hours to come!
It was only after those gentle assurances that her Majesty would be with them shortly that the pair were, momentarily, left alone. The Italian vampire watched as Dorian seemed to inspect the very room before them, the presence of those distinctly British biscuits they often ate at home the first to ensare his lover's attention. The corner of his lips tilted upwards ever so slightly, even as Sebastian admitted that such a brand was decidedly well known within the country - those biscuits served by the British Royalty for nearly a century now. His head bobbed ever so slightly as his fingers toyed with the edge of the sofa he'd settled upon. It was no secret to his lover, the level of anxiety that filled him at this meeting the pair had put off for a number of months. After all, Sebastian had never considered before that he might meet the Queen of England as her peer rather than merely her subject - this somehow a far more important display of his newfound status in life than any others. If only his family could see him now. His thoughts shifted from the past as his lover inquired after that very room they stood in, the vampire's gaze briefly skirted over the very drawing-room before his head shook ever so slightly. Admittedly, though the Crown was more than capable of redoing such a room a great many times over - distinctly little had changed. Some items of decoration filtered through several of those more public rooms and yet none of which had gone unseen by the man that had once stalked those very halls. Buckingham, it seemed, was perhaps stuck within time as much as Sebastian himself.
The crystalline hue of his irises shifted to the fae Monarch as Dorian returned to the sofa, settling at his side with the idle comment of how much he enjoyed imaging those years long past. A soft chuckle reverberated upon his lips at Dorian's insistence that, regardless of the year or how youthful either had been, his husband might have still made an effort to earn his affections. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as those two simple words, the vampire's gaze momentarily shifting towards the empty room, as if attempting to spot what had caught Dorian's gaze only to find the fae leaning closer towards him. The soft press of Dorian's lips upon his jawline near immediately ensnared all of his attention. "Dorian..." His voice was an almost soft warning as his lover's lips fluttered further downwards and towards the all too sensitive slope of his neck. This, he was certain, was surely neither the time nor place to allow such thoughts of his husband's figure to monopolize his mind! He was almost thankful as Dorian leaned away, the vampire hardly desiring to have the Queen walk in upon them so otherwise distracted and yet, he could hardly deny the very ideas his husband's words had prompted within his own mind. Sebastian's eyebrow rose ever so slightly, "I think I might have enjoyed being summoned by the King of Italy..." He murmured though that teasing grin upon Dorian's features hardly failed to entice him. Next time, hm? Just what did his lover have in mind?
His glacier hued gaze remained upon the all too smug Monarch as Dorian settled further into that sofa, his thoughts far from focused upon that apprehension that had afflicted him before. Dorian was, admittedly, all too capable of being a perfect distraction when the desire so befell the King and Sebastian was all but incapable to fall to his husband's sway. It was the mention of the golden-hued piano alone that was capable of tugging Sebastian thoughts from those considerations of intimacy with his lover, his passion for music enough, for now, to cease those stirrings of desire. After all, that golden piano was nothing short of utterly special in its own right and yet, the very presence of it seemed to prompt an almost teasing declaration that Sebastian had married into the wrong Royal family. Playfully, the Englishman declared that he'd certainly tried for the first, as did perhaps any young bachelor within all of England and yet, Elizabeth's love had long since laid elsewhere. It was, however, the golden piano itself that tugged at the vampire's gaze. How well he knew that singular piano and all the hands that had touched it over the years! It had surely been some time since it was played and yet, he had no doubt that it had been properly cared for over the years - the musical instrument far too grand to simply go in neglect. It was that inquiry of confirmation that he had played that very piano that drew his gaze back towards his lover's side as, slowly, his head bobbed. "Yes, that very piano." He confirmed. His own once close relationship with King Edward had come with its fair share of....perks, so to say. That ability to play that magnificent instrument but one of them.
That small frown upon his lover's features briefly tugged at Sebastian's attention as his lover suggested utilizing his father's ability to restore one such piano, if one could even be found. A soft breath left his lips before his head shook ever so slightly. "I fear they are....very difficult to find these days. Most were not as decorated as this though I believe those he did make for the Royal Houses did incorporate some gold into their design." His lips pressed ever so slightly together as he contemplated those pianos he'd once eyed in awe as a boy - pianos that, in his wealth, had prove all but elusive. He was, however, hardly surprised that Dorian might find favor with a gold piano, that color forever a weakness for the Monarch. That very declaration, however, that his lover should have found him particularly desirable seated at such an piano caused a ghost of a simper across his features. "Well then, perhaps I will have to commission a gold one be made for us." The vampire commented, his eyebrow-raising ever so slightly in an almost suggestive manner. Any further discussion, however, was ended almost abruptly as the doors to the drawing room swung open, the Queen herself announced immediately after.
Quickly, the vampire rose to feet, that anxiety once again stirring within his heart even if his features remained the picturesque vision of a placid, charming Prince. His hands folded behind his back in the very fashion he'd been taught to do in his youth as he watched the two Monarchs greet one another in an altogether polite and yet, formal fashion. A soft breath left his lips as his own husband stepped aside ever so slightly, his Queen's attention so fully upon him as his hand reached out to gingerly brush against hers. He was hardly surprised by the reservation at which the Queen held herself - such a thing something he'd come to expect from his Queen throughout the years, beyond but brief and rare moments in her youth when that facade had dropped. It was only with that request to sit that Sebastian allowed himself to settle upon the sofa once again, one he'd certainly sat on near a dozen of times before across various dignitaries. Although he appreciated the Queen's congratulations for their wedding and subsequent anniversary, Sebastian was hardly surprised as the conversation shifted towards his own estates. He was, admittedly, almost able to presume exactly where such conversation was headed even before the inquiry of their intentions to remain in England. His own features were kept decidedly neutral as the vampire offered some reassurance that, for now, Italy held the majority of their attention. His lover's country so requiring the governing of its Monarch to see to those matters that had been left to run amok within his absence.
That small nod was the only glimpse of satisfaction the woman seemed to provide and yet, Sebastian knew far better, the vampire all but acutely aware of each shift to the beat of her heart, the meer steadiness giving him but a glimpse of her feelings on the matter as she instead spoke of her own family's holidays within Scotland. He was hardly ignorant of the Castle she spoke of and yet he had held little reason to take his lover to the country he himself had never truly held a fascination with. Nevertheless, Sebastian fell silent as he listened acutely to the pair of Royalty interact with one another, the Prince almost ingrained in those very ways when it came to the Queen of England. His head bobbed ever so slightly as Her Majesty spoke of the Tower of London and the Abby at Westminster, those very suggestions little more than just that and yet a distinct part of him was still so used to giving into her Majesty's requests that he hardly hesitated to agree. "Of course." His lover, however, so easily took control of the conversation, instead informing the Queen of their intention to revisit the University he, admittedly, had not returned to in a terribly long time. The very suggestion of such colleges, however, sparked an innocent inquiry from the Queen, one fueled with an unspoken understanding that, with his own status, he surely had attended one of the two. "Cambridge." The vampire responded without missing a beat - the University was, after all, quite the done thing within his own family. To choose Oxford would have been a veritable crime.
He watched as the Queen reached forward to pour herself a cup of tea, her head seeming to bob in acceptance of his University only to continue on an a distinctly direct manner. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the very mention of his estates and that desire to keep them, in part, British owned. A small frown tugged at the corner of his lips as Sebastian regarded the elderly woman across from him for a brief moment. Admittedly, he had thought distinctly little of having any heir, after all, he had not only married a man but too was dead. Although he had come to discover pregnancy a whole capable feat for the undead, apparently, Sebastian himself had little capability to impregnate any woman - this a fact he was more than certain of. Softly the vampire cleared his throat, the man hardly even bothering to even glance at his husband before offering that response. "I fear such a thing is an impossibility. I am incapable of having children for more reason than one. However, in the event of my death, and Dorian's, my will states my estate should be given to my servants and their lines." Such a question was...distinctly unexpected though Sebastian made every effort to conceal his own discomfort at such a line of inquiry. He suspected his answer would hardly prove to be...acceptable to the British Crown and yet surely she would make no effort to retake lands now owned by the Italian Crown by force. Such a thing would surely be akin to a declaration of war...would it? Tentatively, his crystalline irises slid towards his lover, almost wondering with that glance alone what Dorian thought of such a matter.
His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy