Tavric scribbled down on his notepad, a journal of the prince's schedule. "I know you wish to marry someone you love, but it's not your father's fault that you have yet to make it known if there is a woman that catches your eye. Surely, if you had found a woman before the wedding took place, he'd let you choose her. But I must say, you're cutting it close, my prince.."
The red head fixed his cap before leading him into their "class room." "Let us just get this over with, then we'll see your potential bride." Then he paused, sitting down. "There..isn't perhaps a girl you like, is there?"