Alessio turned away to lead the way to the dresser, sitting behind it obediently. He stared at his wild hair in the gold-framed mirror, a little self-conscious about it. He straightened up subconsciously when Silvan approached, his gaze drawn to him in the mirror.
Silvan took the brush out of Alessio's hand and gently brushed out the Vampire's tresses, even though he didn't have to, blue-green eyes lowered to the soft handfuls of black hair he brushed out.
Alessio watched the entire time, not because he wanted to learn to braid his hair by himself. He hadn't even glanced at his own reflection for a moment since Silvan stood behind him, much less at his hair. Instead, he was riveted on Silvan's movements. The human Prince was reserved, but there was intent behind every stroke of the brush, his focus and poise regal.
