His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy
The teacup nestled within the Prince's fingers was little more than some vain effort to distract himself from the mystery surrounding the text message he'd received. He had, admittedly, drank far more of it simply for something to do, though the tea was doing little to still his nerves. A soft breath left his lips as he lamented his wish to just know what tonight's meeting was for. What could possibly be so important to require such short term notice? His husband was far more at ease, nestled within his own chair as he persued the newspaper in his hands. The vampire's navy gaze befell upon a photo of his husband and himself as Dorian turned the page, those articles about the royal couple had long since lost the interest of either of the two. Most, after all, were filled with little more than speculation, gossip, and outright lies. Dorian briefly glanced up with a small simper, the Monarch making some effort to reassure him and yet, it did little more than prompt yet another sigh from his lips as his darkly hued irises turned towards the window. A frown pressed at the Incubus' lips, the headlights within the driveway near immediately ensnaring his attention. She had arrived - finally. Even so, Sebastian made no effort to rise, the vampire's head merely tilted slightly to the side in a rare predatory manner, listening intently as Nadya knocked lightly upon the thick, mahogany door of their estate.
He watched as Charles' figure moved in front of the entryway to the living room on his way towards the door, the vampire himself rose only at the sound of Nadya's voice. Sebastian hardly noticed the near possessive manner in which his husband moved to stand at his side, the Englishman had simply become accustomed to his lover's presence beside him. Rather, the navy blue of his gaze remained focused upon the sight of the Were woman herself as Charles appeared at the doorway to announce them. Maeve, the young girl corrected his butler though Charles made no effort to remedy his error. It hardly mattered though, Sebastian had heard that softened whisper, all the same, the mere presence of a child at Nadya's side only further baffling. Those usual pleasantries were all but forgotten by the vampire as he inquired to the nature of the woman's visit, much less her vague text message. Her equally as vague answer only furthering the very mystery of the whole affair as his brow rose ever so slightly. Sebastian watched in silence as the young woman gently pulled Maeve in front of her, only to introduce the young child to the royals. His gaze briefly fluttered over the young girl in question as Nadya spoke of her...unfortunate circumstances, that assurance that she was a good dancer (and Maeve's insistence that Nadya was an equally good teacher), prompted little more thank a blank look from the vampire.
The woman's pointed look at hardly gone unnoticed and yet, Sebastian could hardly fathom why Nadya had come to call upon them last minute to find a child a home. Wasn't that the job of protective services? He was fairly certain they had a department specifically dedicated to the unique needs of supernatural children. There had been a significant shuffle of their schedules to accommodate this meeting with such short notice, Sebastian had anticipated something far more...important than this. Nevertheless, the vampire remained the epitome of pleasant as his gaze turned down towards the child. A small simper crossed his features at her inquiry before his head slowly bobbed. "Yes, that's right, Maeve." His attention hardly lingered long, however, before his gaze returned towards Nadya herself. "There is little to teach in the way of being fae, Nadya. It is not like being a were." He pointed out, after all, Maeve hardly had to deal with transformations or the pack life of a were, nor the uncontrollable thirst that came with being a newly turned vampire. No, the fae were, in some respects, lucky. "I fear we're not well involved with the fae community in Sacrosanct, though if you wish to send her to Italy I am sure someone within Dorian's court would love to adopt a fae child." His gaze, this time, turned towards his own husband, the Prince still not yet wholly aware of the intimate details of the Italian courts. Few, after all, would dare to express such personal matters to their new Prince.