<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">Cassiopeia knew she had found the right door when she heard the barking on the other side. Though she sure as hell was not Bernard. She slowly looked Orion up and down, not even hiding her intent. He answered the door dripping wet and in a towel, and she was going to look at his body. </span></span><br/>
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"Is that how you normally answer the door? Or is that reserved for your valet? I can leave and send him up here for you." She acted as though she was going to leave, but pushed into the room. "Your parents are out for some charity thing, it's just us. What do you want to do?" She perched upon his bed as she watched him move about his room. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">Gods above she really was a lucky girl, getting a man like this for her arranged marriage. If he wanted privacy, he could dress in his bathroom. She just didn't feel like wasting an opportunity. Or waiting all creepily out in the hall, with servants to stare and whisper. Not that she actually saw any since she reached this floor and assaulted Orion's door with her hand. </span></span></span>