Chapter 50 - 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. 

His mind seems to lead him only to Jason and that was the last thing he wanted.  He had given the man a chance to make a choice and he wasn't the one he chose. 

So it annoyed him to even have to look at him let alone spend the rest of the day thinking about him. "Sure father, I will see to it," he said. 

The King was surprised at how easy the prince agreed to hosting the princess selection. He had thought that it would be impossible to convince him to even attend it let alone host it. 

But he wasn't complaining, he had noticed a lot of changes in his son which no doubt we're the influence of the prince of Xeris. Good or bad, only time would tell how that influence would affect the future of Aphidia. 

"I will also go," Jason volunteered. He got a glare from the prince for even suggesting that. 

Jason winked at him and smiled cheekily. He wasn't planning on leaving the prince's side until he got what he wanted from him. Like glue he would stick to him until the prince's anger subsides and he gets forgiven. 

"That is great," the king said. 

Winrus arrived in the room. He ambled over to the tea table and served the king some tea, he poured some tea for Davion and his fiancee and dished out some some dishes for them. 

He did everything while avoiding the king's eyes. Sweat formed on his forehead, the king made him nervous. 

"I have been here for more than ten minutes and you only serve me tea now?" The king complained. 

Winrus swallowed. The King had an unpredictable temper and he hated how the crown prince treated him, he loathed him for him. No matter what he did the man found faults in it. 

"I'm so..sorry," he let out alologetically. The King sneered at his apology. "Did I ask you to speak?" 

"Dad, enough," Davion demanded. 

He didn't like the way that Winrus was being treated. He might be a slave but he was still human, he deserved some respect in the least. And to top it all, Winrus was his friend and he didn't like when people close to him were treated unfairly. 

"I have not done anything wrong, you should rather teach your slave to do his job properly," he spoke out. 

"If you don't stop you will be sorry," Davion threatened. The King and Winrus looked at him with shock written all over their faces. 

Winrus imagined talking a stick and hitting the prince on the head several times. The man's intentions were right but his methods always proved dangerous for him. 

Threatening the king for him wasn't the answer. It would only make the king angrier and more hateful towards him and he didn't like that. 

"What did you say?" The king barked in a low threatening voice. 

"I think you heard me quite clearly," Davion answered meeting his gaze and matching the dangerous look in the king's eyes. 

He was mad and angry, he was upset over a lot of things and the chance to vent was what he wanted the most. It didn't matter who he would take on. 

His hair reacted to his mood and started growing. Subconscious to the danger of feeding negative emotion to the hair who's roots he was still to figure out, he was so concentrated on his father to see the sharp sword like edges that his hair had formed.

"Naella's curse," the king uttered. 

Hearing his mother's name Daviom calmed down. His hair laid back down on his back but it was longer than before. 

"Mother?" 

Davion asked. His father rarely mentioned his mother's name. It hurt him too much to think about her and the fact that she was gone. 

He had grown to accept that about his father. He respected his wishes, it didn't make sense why he called her name with the word curse in the same sentence. 

"Father, why di..." 

He wasn't able to complete his sentence since the king got up. As though he had seen a ghost, he dashed out of the room and ran away. 

The crown prince remained rooted to his seat watching the door. His father had never looked so terrified in his entire life. He didn't know what to make of his father's reaction. 

They were talking about Winrus when suddenly his mother's name came into the subject.

"Maybe he called out to since you disrespected him," Winrus speculated. 

"I do that all the time, he just throws his shoes at me. This was different," he let out. 

He felt like there was something that her was missing. But he couldn't put a finger on it.

"Maybe it is because your hair threatened to tear him to pieces," Jason said. 

Davion looked at his hair and couldn't help but notice that it had grown. It was possible that the king could have been frightened by it, he shook his head. 

That was something that he could never explain since he too was at a loss. He has no idea why or from where the hair came from.. Or why voices seem to whisper in his ear calling him the mirror prince.