The King's Obsession (TKO) - ON HOLD

[3.1] THEN

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A Prince's Promise
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"Are you sure this is okay, Rolly?" I squeaked, biting my bottom lip in worry.

Rolan turned my chair around, my feet hovering slightly over the ground.

It was simply NOT fair that he was growing taller whilst I remained short.

"This is going to help you. I promise," he huffed his eyes widened in encouragement...

My gaze trailed to the large pair of scissors in his small hands, not at all satisfied with his answer or the way they shook in his hold. He pulled the chair back into an angle, taking a fistful of my hair.

"I'll just trim a bit off the top. I've seen Jacob do it a million times on my hair, Archers, and even Fathers," he continued with a small shrug, "it doesn't look that hard-"

My fingers trembled, "Rolly? I-I don't think I want a haircut," I whispered, fumbling my fingers.

"You're just scared Kera. All girls get scared," he shrugged, moving toward the dressing table. He leaned over it grabbing something.

"Here, focus on this. It will be over before you know it."

I glanced at the lollipop, still not entirely on board with this, but if it would help, I guess it couldn't hurt.

Taking it, I unwrapped it as Rolan positioned himself.

"I'm ready," he huffed.

I took out a deep breath, shutting my eyes, a hand tightly wrapped around my lollipop stick.

"D-don't cut too much!" I blurted frantically, "or I won't look like a princess," I managed to gurgle, popping the lollipop in my mouth.

"Don't worry. I'll cut just enough to make sure you don't need to take so long to get ready," he pursed his lips, whilst I crouched low, dreading the sound of the first snip.

"Almost got it" he huffed.

"Rolan!"

Both our eyes snapped up, whilst I almost jumped out of my seat, my eyes landing on Archer's darkening gaze as it set on Rolan, who was just about ready to begin snipping.

He looked surprised.

"What on earth are you doing?" he asked, stepping further into the room, blue eyes trailing down to me.

"Rollys giving me a haircut," I explained, sitting up straighter in my seat, kind of relieved at the interruption.

"Is he now?" Archer huffed, his eyes crossing down on his brother.

He looked a lot like the King with that face, I figured, my head slanting as I realized the resemblance.

He strode across the room, grabbing my hand and helping me off the seat.

"You don't need a haircut Kera," he huffed, as my feet finally found the ground to my relief, my lollipop was now fully out of my mouth.

"Of course she does!" Rolan countered though he kept his long scissors half-hidden behind him.

"Look at her," he whined, "it's so wild!"

I frowned at this, my gaze lowering to the floor.

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Archer replied, turning to face me. My eyes stayed on his shoes, still in a frown.

"It's perfect."

At this, my hope was revived, sparkling eyes trailing back up to him, a small smile on my face.