The soft fluttering press of Dorian's lips against the tender slope of his neck entirely ensnared all of the Englishman's attention. His breath caught ever so softly within his throat as Dorian's mouth trailed slowly downwards. The heat of his lover's own breath tickled his very skin. How easy it would be to give in to the King and yet, how utterly inappropriate! Though he relished in the closeness of Dorian's body, and in that teasing brush of his husband's lips, this was hardly the place to allow his thoughts to become utterly enraptured with desires that would certainly have to wait. He made little effort to shift away from the Italian Monarch though Sebastian was all but incapable of dismissing those concerns that his own Queen might, somehow, choose this inopportune moment to make her own entrance. That word of warning from his lips prompted a small bemused chuck from his lover's lips. Slowly, the crystalline hue of the vampire's gaze shifted downwards, meeting that entrancing silver he so adored. A guilty look crossed his features at Dorian's insistence that this was the only place in the entirety of the world in which Sebastian might fail to fall to his beloved's uncanny allure. "I'm sorry, ma biche." He muttered with a soft sigh. It was no secret that this evening was particularly nerve-wracking for the Englishman. For years he had served the British Crown with the hopes that his steadfast loyalty might see the return of those titles his family had lost. That promise he'd made to his father all those years ago still lingered potently upon his mind, despite how increasingly distant any hope of success seemed to be.
Thankfully, his lover hardly seemed terribly put out by his own distraction. The fae King rather inclined to imagine a world, centuries past, in which there was still some breath of life within his youthful veins. During those years, he had haunted these very halls as a wide-eyed teen at those coming of age parties. How scandalous it would have been then to be called into the bedchamber of a visiting Monarch! Much less one of the same gender! Still, even in his youth, Sebastian hardly would have minded indulging within the fantasies of a handsome member of a Royal household, much as he too so eagerly jumped to satisfy them now. The idea of 'next time' prompted his eyebrow to rise and yet, the vampire knew well it was futile to inquire after it. Waiting, he was sure, was torturous in its own right. Nevertheless, the glacier blue of Sebastian's feathered irises took in the features of that near unchanging room as he leaned back into the sofa behind him. The drawing room was as extravagant as he remembered, the Queen's last holiday message only further assuring him that little had changed when he'd eyed that meticulously prepared background. Oh, how unprepared he knew his lover was to witness all that England had! Italy's own palace not nearly as opulent in some facets while entirely seeming too much in others. If anyone was capable of challenging his lover's taste in gold, it was the English crown.
It was that very metal itself that seemed to wholly captivate his husband as it gilded the surface of the Queen's piano. The instrument was a sight to behold, even by Sebastian's own standards. How he yearned to let his fingers grace those ivory keys again! And yet, to ask was nothing short of utterly presumptuous. Instead, the vampire was left to merely eye the glorious piano as he informed his lover that, once upon a time, he had been given the opportunity to play that very one. It was, perhaps, not surprising the sheer depth of knowledge Sebastian held on both that piano and it's creator. The brand was so terribly prestigious and equally as rare, much akin to Chopin's own preferred make of his time. The very sound within his birth era was so strikingly different, somehow softer and sweeter than the hardened notes the modern world preferred. There were times, admittedly, when he almost missed the world of his childhood. It was with a regrettable sigh that Sebastian admitted that such instruments were incredibly difficult to find within the modern era, fewer still even laced with this level of embellishment. The sheer value of gold often saw it reserved only for the royal houses that had commissioned the piano maker. He hardly had considered, admittedly, that Italy might have yet been gifted such a piano. After all, Dorian had been locked away from the prying eyes of the world for such a vast amount of time and, frankly, Sebastian couldn't even remember at what point the Italian monarchy had been seemingly forgotten of. So little of his attention had ever been directed to the affairs of the world beyond his own country.
It was, however, Dorian's insistence that he had many items still stored that caused the Englishman's eyebrow to raise almost skeptically. Sebastian himself remembered well that evening he had discovered not only the plethora of classic novels and prolific journals that had filled the forgotten and dusty depths of the magnificent palace's underside but too the very state of that harpsichord that now sat in gleaming condition within their lounge in Caserta. He could hardly help that slight press of his lips in a distinctly unimpressed fashion as the Monarch beside him so rushed to correct that sentence with the assurance that such items were attended to. "Are they now?" He inquired, his own doubt surely showing through his British accent. A soft breath left Sebastian's lips, the man certain he was going to have to comb every inch of each of his lover's homes if only to find the plethora of priceless artifacts Dorian unknowingly held. Nevertheless, Sebastian shook his head ever so slightly, "I can't say I know, though. I can check when we get back to Lancaster." His husband, for the most part, seemed all too determined to change the topic away from storage and the possibility of yet another abandoned piano. The very mention of how fetching Dorian found that gold, much less how alluring Sebastian, in turn, might look seated at it immediately provoked consideration within the vampire. After all, there was certainly no shortage of ways in which Dorian could instantly captivate him, the vampire drawn to those sensual desires with such little prompting. To have something similar that he might utilize to stir such desire within Dorian was....enticing, to say the least.
Softly, Sebastian suggested the possibility of seeing such a piano crafted for them - one that might potentially rival the very instrument before them. A small simper fluttered over his lips, mirroring the grin that danced upon his husband's features. The fae clearly finding that idea quite...pleasurable. "I shall see to it then." He offered in a way of a promise. Where they might put such a piece, he hadn't the faintest idea and yet, he was sure there was always room for another piano. Any further considerations, however, were interrupted by the announcement of the Queen of England's arrival. Both Dorian and himself were all too quick to rise to their feet. The Englishman remained silent as the Queen focused her attention upon his husband - her greeting of her fellow ruler nothing short of customary. He hardly had to wait long, however, before Sebastian was rewarded with the full weight of Elizabeth's attention. Her inquiry of his estates and their future plans, however, were issues that the vampire was more than capable of offering some level of reassurance on. After all, Italy required much of their attention and neither, he anticipated, were they quite yet ready to leave behind Sacrosanct, much less their consideration of staying for some time in Stockholm. That small twitch at the very corner of her lips was the only glimpse of satisfaction she gave before the Queen instead turned her focus upon those sights that Dorian should surely see before they left England. Admittedly, Sebastian had hardly considered those very views - Italy, after all, so surely capable of rivaling both the Abby and London's Tower with displays of its own. His lover's utterance of their plans to visit his own college, however, seemed to spark a brief inquiry from Her Majesty, though she was all too quick to move the conversation along near effortlessly to what he suspected was the heart of the matter.
The very inquiry of his estates and their possession by the Italian crown caused the corner of the vampire's eyebrow to crinkle ever so slightly, the subtle gesture was the only glimpse he provided to his own feelings upon the matter. Having a child of his own was, admittedly, a query Sebastian thought he would never have to answer again - not after his own wife and her family had questioned after it. How the world at large expected them, as men, to have a child within their marriage was all but baffling. Sebastian himself, unfortunately, far too possessive of his lover to stand his King taking up any sort of mistress, much less a surrogate. The very consideration of it all was enough to bring his vampiric territorial-ness to the surface, though the Italian Prince was quick to squash such sensations as he so tactfully danced around that issue at hand. That promise to gift those estates to his own servants, however, seemed to prompt a momentary thought within the woman before his Queen inquired after the nationality of Sebastian's staff. "They are." The vampire offered without hesitation, though he was, perhaps, almost...understanding of his former Monarch's insistence to ensure those grounds remained partially British. After all, Lancaster was a mere stone throws away from the palace gates - it alone surely a matter of national security than anything else. Ashridge, on the other hand, had, once upon a time, been owned by the crown itself! To see it turned over to Italy was likely a blight upon that English pride.
The bright blue of his gaze slid towards the man beside him as Dorian placed his cup of tea back upon the table. The clearing of his lover's throat saw that frown flutter back into the far corners of his lip. That sound, he was sure, was rarely a good sign. Sebastian listened with bated breath as the fae Monarch took it upon himself to speak of their own immortality and thus, their decision to put off children as a whole. His own head bobbed in agreement as the Englishman reached for his own cup of tea. He had long since learned that, as nervous as it presently made him, his role as Italy's Prince, was to provide that united front to any choice his husband made in those affairs of the state, at least in public eye. That silence from Elizabeth, however, made his own heart flutter in anticipation of the very worst. It was the subtle glimpse of a smile that eased Sebastian's apprehension, albeit only temporarily. A soft breath left his lips as Elizabeth spoke of another matter that clearly weighed upon her mind. His gaze briefly darted between his husband and his prior Monarch and yet, it was only with Dorian's permission that saw the Queen continue. Whatever Sebastian had feared she might further inquire after, he was hardly prepared for that gift England so wished to bestow upon him in celebration of his marriage. His gaze widened at the very mention of those titles he'd strove for so long, his lips parted ever so slightly and yet, it was the declaration that Dorian had to provide his permission that caused the vampire's gaze to immediately shift towards his lover.
How he had waited for those titles, how dutifully he had served for them, and how eagerly he had answered the calls of the reigning Monarchs over the years in hopes that one might provide him that which his family had lost. Surely, Dorian would not deny him this! Not when he had informed the King before the very importance of those lost titles both to him and his now deceased family. He could feel his heart near fluttering within his own chest, his lover all but certain to feel that vibration in turn through the ring upon his finger. Sebastian watched as that smile alit the Italian Monarch's own features before, graciously, his husband accepted on his behalf. Oh, how tempting it was to break that very decorum at that very moment! The vampire was entirely incapable of stopping that grin that danced upon his own lips, his gaze almost softening as his eyes lingered upon Dorian. How utterly thankful he was that the King would not deny him this! Those Italian words only magnified that very glimpse of happiness upon his features as his head nodded towards both reigning Monarchs. "Thank you." He uttered in response to the pair of them - to Elizabeth for finally giving him what he had sought for so long, and to Dorian for allowing it. Later, he would undoubtedly show the fae King just how thankful he was when politeness did not demand that increased restraint. Finally!
His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy