Kapitel 69: .
When Jylan woke up, there was a bright light on his face, making it hard to see and even harder to continue sleeping. The air on his face was cold, and, for some reason, smelled like branches. Blearily, he blinked multiple times, trying to see where he was. Throwing his blanket aside, finally, he sat up and used a hand to shield his face, and another hand to draw the curtains shut.
Finally, he stood up, realized his shoes weren't on, and put them on. His suit was wrinkled, enough to give any butler a headache, and Sebastian was sleeping in a corner, so Jylan suddenly got a brainwave. Taking his shoes off again, he grabbed the comb on his bedside table and dashed up to the prince, and then he started carefully combing the prince's hair, which was currently a mess that somehow still looked good, into a…
Mohawk.
After twenty minutes of combing, Jylan finally thought to rub the comb with his hands, and then use the friction to make the strands stand up. And then the mohawk was complete, so he sat back and gazed at his work. He also snickered a few times. Then the strands lost their friction and drifted into a normal princely position, to Jylan's disappointment. Sebastian was still asleep, and his head was leaning forward, and then his head leaned forward a bit more, about to topple onto the floor -
Jylan leaned forward to catch the prince, but that minute, Sebastian's eyelids fluttered open, and he grabbed Jylan's wrist instead, yanking the former butler forward, so close that their lips met.
Sebastian's eyes widened, a blush creeping up into his cheeks, and Jylan, as soon as he made sense of what was happening, shoved the prince back, sending him crashing back into the chair.
Jylan rushed out of the room, shoes forgotten, slamming the door behind him.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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Stein