The princess selection (4)

"I came here to apologise to you, why are yo..." 

Jason walked into the room in a robe. He halted in his words seeing the king of Aphidia in the room. He lowered his head and avoided his gaze. 

"I'm not even going to ask," the king said to his son. Davion grimaced. "Your mother is not around for the princess selection," the king went on to say. 

Jason neared the table and took a seat beside the crown prince. The conversation was one that he was interested in, it concerned his future with Davion. 

"I think that it would be best if you go and hold the selection yourself."

The King suggested to him. Davion listened to his father and nodded. He had no problem attending the selection. As much as looking at all those girls would annoy and irritate him to no ends, it was better than being alone with his thoughts.