Unexpected Dark Prince

Ch. 12: The Hairbrush

Author's Note

I am REALLY sorry I have not updated in a long time. I promise I am working on all my stories now.

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I woke up the next morning to breakfast in my room with a note from Tristan.

Good morning love. I hope you enjoy your breakfast. I have a few errands to run before I can take off from my duties. I will see you at lunch around noon love. Someone will come to get you.

With all the love in the world,

Tristan

I smiled and put the note up. He was really sweet and seemed to care about me a lot. I ate a double chocolate muffin and drink the glass of milk and then went to take a shower. Afterwards I decided to go ahead and explore. The fourth floor seemed to be only bedrooms. There was the room I was staying in, Ruby’s room, Tristan’s room, and two other rooms. I decided to go into Tristan’s room and have a look around. I saw pictures of me growing up, which I thought was weird, but there were also pictures of him growing up. He was an adorable kid. There were a few of him with his parents and several of him, Ruby, and Andrew. The pictures were the only thing that made the room personal. Everything else was neat and tidy. I would have to fix that when I moved in here. I was about to leave when I heard a grumbling from the closet. I tiptoed to the closet and gently opened the door. Before I could scream a hand was covering my mouth.

“Shhh. You have to be quite or Tristan will notice were in his room. I do not feel like listening to him,” a soft voice whispered to me. I looked back in shock to see Ruby with her hair black hair flying everywhere. Her bright blue eyes looked a little darker. She was a mess.

“What are you doing in the closet?” I asked.

“I was seeing if Tristan had stolen my hairbrush again.”

I began to laugh. “Your hairbrush,” I said between giggles. “Does he steal it often?” I couldn’t hold back anymore and began to laugh. I mean seriously. They can have whatever they want and they steal each other’s hairbrush.

“It’s not funny Liz. It’s my favorite hairbrush. Tristan says it doesn’t hurt his head so he takes it, uses it, and doesn’t put it back.” I was still laughing. I found the situation funny. “Help me look for it. It’s purple with black swirls.”

I finally sobered up and starting shuffling through Tristan’s closet to help Ruby look. “Did you check the bathroom?”

“Of course I checked the bathroom. It wasn’t in there, so I was thinking he hid it in his closet.”

“Okay. Well I don’t see it.”

“Hmm, I wonder if Andrew took it.”

“Do you never get to keep your hairbrush?” I asked between more giggles. Ruby started to laugh a little too.

“No I don’t get to keep it when they’re around. In fact they constantly steal my stuff. Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

We’re going to get my hairbrush back.”

“What about lunch?”

“We have 3 hours. It’s not that hard to walk into Andrew’s room, grab the brush, and then leave. I cannot go to lunch with my hair looking like this.”

“I can understand that. Your hair looks horrible.”

“Thanks for the comforting words. Now let’s go.”