Prior to the Englishman's marriage into royalty, his short time as King Edward's Lord-In-Waiting was the closest that Sebastian had ever been to holding any true position of importance within the English courts. Those short three days perhaps the ones the vampire had held some level of pride over even despite the years that had past. This was not the first time that Sebastian had mentioned Edward, nor would it surely be the last. The vampire's crystalline gaze turned towards his lover as Dorian insisted it was fortunate that he had not met the once English Monarch. The Prince's brow rose, a warm simper of bemusement crossed his lips as his lover insisted that to have both Sebastian himself and the gloriousness of those golden thrones would have surely been more than Dorian deemed acceptable. "Why darling, is that jealousy I hear?" Sebastian commented with clear playfulness, that grin upon his lover's lips surely speaking volumes of the fae's own impishness. The vampire watched as his lover stepped back from the gilded throne, only to insist that, at the very least, the magnificence of their own throne room within Caserta far surpassed the very room they presently stood in, at least in size. It was a rather endearing idea and yet, the present room the thrones sat in was but a glimpse of the very glory of what had once been the English throne room.
Admittedly, a part of the Prince enjoyed that glimpse of surprise upon his lover's features as Sebastian informed his King that this had not been the original throne room at all. Softly, he inquired if his lover wished to see that room that had once been the very epicenter of English court. That pout, as utterly endearing as it was, was accompanied with a small nod, the fae clearly desiring to see the world as it had once been for Sebastian, all those years ago. His husband's assurance that it would only further those desires for an immediate renovation of their palace prompted laughter from the vampire as his head shook ever so slightly. To change Caserta that much, he was certain, was hardly necessary. Dorian's palace was nothing short of awe-inspiring, in its own manner. It lacked the warmth and coziness of Buckingham, surely, but their own apartment was nothing short of exquisite and fitting for royalty. How easily Sebastian maneuvered through those halls, distinctly little changing over the hundreds of years he had haunted the palace. Each hallway they moved down were filled with those lavish little flourishes, from painted portraits hundreds of years old to golden frames and magnificent artwork - each one carefully crafted for the Royal Family alone. Sebastian was more than aware of how such hues called to his husband, Dorian nothing if not utterly distracted by even the slightest hint of gold.
Sebastian saw little reason to rush his lover's desire to observe those works of art, the pair all but slow and methodical as they made their way towards what was now the ballroom. The Englishman hardly anticipted that very inquiry of his own presentation to court, the appearance of the young men joining court not nearly as osentsatious of an affair as the young debutantes. The very youthfulness of his age was hardly surprising to his lover, affairs and responsibilities of their time had often been thrust upon the youth in comparison to modern standards. Now, children were allowed to be children for far longer before expectations of families of their own were made of them. The ultramarine hue of his irises turned towards his husband as Dorian admitted how much he missed those parties that had once filled their eras. A soft chuckle left his lips, nonetheless, at Ferdinand's mocking name of those once lavish gatherings. "You cannot say he was terribly wrong." The vampire responded with a small shrug of his shoulders. At the very epicenter of those gatherings, marriage was upon everyone's mind. If not for themselves then for the gossip of who spent time with who, who would be a good match, who was striving to marry about their station. The very world had once revolved around that veritable 'marriage market'. Still, the very thought of those parties, much less his husband at them, prompted a small simper upon his lips. "I bet you had all the women fawning over you, didn't you?" He inquired with a raised brow. Dorian, after all, was far more....attractive then the fae's siblings had ever been. Coupled with that royal blood flowing through his veins and Sebastian could only imagine the attention the Monarch had garnered.
The vampire's attention devaited from the topic at hand, however, as he led his husband into the ballroom. He paused upon the very threshold of that room, hardly wishing to inturrupt the staff so diligently at work preparing for tomorrow's state dinner in their honor. He watched as his husband stared with awe into the depths of that quiet room, only to gesture slightly towards the space that would be theirs for dinner. Though the ballroom was...grand. It was hardly enough to require a complete remodel of Caserta, that very fact one Sebastian was more than willing to tease his lover of. That soft chuckle from the fae only furthered the smile upon the Englishman's features, the glacier hue of his gaze hardly straying from his Monarch as Dorian spoke of those designs he intended to paint upon their return to Italy. Slowly, Sebastian's head bobbed in acceptance of that plan, the vampire more than willing to leave his lover to the redesign of that palace in whatever manner he saw fit. "I will look forward to seeing your designs, Ma Biche." A finally glance was given towards the ballroom before Sebastian led the way back out to the hallways of Buckingham. The soft utterance of his name upon Dorian's lips drew his gaze towards the fae in an questioning manner. "Hm?" The last thing he expected was that question of how much gold he might allow within the palace. If given the freedom, he was certain his lover would coat the very wells with the color! Sebastian, however, was far more inclined to show...restraint.
A soft sound of consideration left the fae's lips, his gaze momentarily deviated from the Italian Monarch as he considered that very question. "We will be judged harshly if we use too much gold with the state of the Italian economy, love." He stated after a moment's consideration, the vampire altogether oblivious to the manner in which the King had glanced down the hallway to note it's current emptiness. He gave it little thought as Dorian's hand reached out for his own, the fae's almost abrupt tugging prompting an almost questioning look upon his features as he followed Dorian into the nearest alcove. Sebastian allowed himself to be tugged against his husband, Dorian effectively squished between the wall and the hard planes of Sebastian's chest. The Italian Monarch leaned upwards, the fae's lips catching his own in a heated kiss that Sebastian was more than eager to return. His hands trailed downward, gripping his lover's waist as he pulled the King flush with his own physique. The vampire was well aware of his husband's hands entangling within his brunette locks. He was almost remiss to allow his lover to pull away from him, not when Dorian could so effortlessly bring that very lust roaring back to life within the Incubus. His brow rose at those breathy words, his eyebrow rose as he eyed the fae. "I could be...convinced to allow more gold." Sebastian uttered, certain Dorian would comprehend just how he might be so able to accomplish such a goal.
That soft chuckle prompted that fleeting simper upon the vampire's features before his lover stepped away from him, all but abandoning Sebastian in that alcove alone with such wants so beggining to tug at his loins. A soft sigh left the Prince's lips as he trailed after the fae. The Monarch's comment of his hair's state of dishevel prompted his hand to rise. His fingers pulled through those brunette locks, as if attempting them to naturally fall back in position, even if it bothered him distinctly little that it was so unkept. It was the suggestion of his college room, however, that near immediately grasped at the vampire's attention - that apparently new euphamism hardly lost upon the vampire. "I fear the room I stayed in will probably be taken....but I think I might have seen some gold in the car." His brow rose, that almost questioning phrase purposefully directed towards his lover as the pair made their way back towards the entrance of the palace. Cambridge, after all, was a bit of a drive, surely such time could be...better used, particularly when those windows were so darkly tinted....
His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy