Jason slowly made his way to the prince's room. He footsteps were soft on the floor not to attract any attention on himself. He sneaked his way into the prince's room through the window.
He touched his coat and reached his hand inside, he removed his hand and in it was a scissors. His lips curled up into a smile.
"You like to flirt and seduce people because of your hair. You distract them and keep them from their goals," he whispered to no one in particular. "Let's see what you are without your hair," he added.
He slowly inched closer to the prince's bed. Crown prince Davion was sound asleep, he took the beautiful plated lock of hair in his hand. He had heard that the prince never allowed anyone to touch his hair. He understood why, it was so soft to the touch that he didn't feel like putting it down.
He ran his hand on his hair feeling bad that he would have to cut it off. But if it weren't for the hair and the buggy choice of clothing the prince was used to wearing, he would not have been distracted from his goal.
The hair had to go and the crown prince needed to learn that trying to sabotage his plans. He closed his eyes and cut the hair at the tip of crown prince head.
The hair that he had cut off was in his hand. His heart sank in his chest holding it in his hand. He had a bad feeling about what he had done, suddenly he didn't feel like it was a good idea.
He recalled that day when he watched the crown prince by the pool. The way he looked with his long hair in the water floating beautifully following his rhythm.
His fingers trembled and the scissor in his hands fell to the ground. He came out of his thoughts hearing the sound made by the metallic scissor meeting the ground.
The sound woke the crown prince from his sleep. He woke up, reached out for the knife underneath his pillow and swiftly flipped out of bed and landed before Jason.
He moved his knife to Jason's neck and trapped Jason's hand behind his back. "Who are you?" he questioned. His voice ice cold and threateningly low.
Jason gulped. Sweat trickled down his spine from the situation that he had found himself in. The lights to the room turned on. Davion lit the lanterns in the room using his element of fire.
He was surprised when he saw that it was prince Nedryn that was in his room. He relaxed a little bit seeing as it was not an assassin that had come to his room.
Jason moved to get a little distance between the two of them but the crown prince's hold on him was too tight. Davion grinned cheekily. That prince of Xeris had brought himself to his room in the middle of the night.
There was no way he was going to let him go without a tease but first one question troubled him. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
Jason swallowed nervously. He held the prince's hair behind his back scared for the male to see it. The fault in his plan flashed before his eyes as he thought of how to get out of the room.
"I came to say sorry," he told to the crown prince. "I had misbehaved with you earlier and hence I came to say sorry," he added.
Prince Davion raised his eyebrows. That was another surprise, from what he had heard of the prince of Xeris was the fact that he didn't apologise to anyone.
"I must be special then that the prince of Xeris came to apologise to me," he whispered to Jason.
His free hand reached out for his face. He brushed his finger against Jason's lip, Jason shuddered. The warm feeling that passed his lips sent electricity through his body.
He gently Jason's face to have their eyes meet. He leaned in towards him, Jason closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly in anticipation of the kiss. He lips was craving for the lovely kiss that the prince had given him.
Davion smiled pleased at his reaction. He brushed his lips passed his, he so fast that forced Jason to open his eyes and stare at him with questions in his eyes.
He was waiting for a kiss but it didn't come instead the prince only teased him.
"What's wrong my prince? You looked offended, did I do anything to upset you?" he asked knowing well what made the prince angry.
He let go of the prince and took a step back. He scratched his chin as though he was deep in thought looking at the roof.
"Apology accepted," he spoke after a while. "I am not interested in that girl Sashina, you can have her," he added.
Jason choked. The crown prince was smiling at him and offering him forgiveness while he had over reacted and taken such a drastic step. He folded the braid inside his shirt and backed away from the prince towards the door.
"Have you fallen for me?" the crown prince asked him. He halted in his steps, the sweat on his forehead was flowing down his cheek. His palms had grown sweaty from the evidence that he was hiding from the prince.
"Wh..what?" he asked his voice trembling from fear.
"You aren't looking away from me even though you are leaving," Davion said in a sweet voice. "Are you trying to master the face you wish to dream of tonight," the prince stated.
Out of habit he reached his hand to brush his hair. He moved his hand to his back but his hand touched nothing. His heart almost stopped beating when he didn't catch his braid at the back of his head.
He moved to the mirror to look at his head. His eyes threatened to bulge from their sockets when he saw the state of his head. His body trembled in anger, his breath became heavy as he watched his short hair on his head.
He flashed his eyes back to his bed, his eyes caught the scissor on the ground. The thing that had woken him up, he moved his eyes to Jason who was frozen in fear.
"I came to say sorry," Jason's words echoed in his ear fuelling the flame in his heart.