"That pesky little problem has already been addressed." Cassiopeia says of the photographer. "Seems I still have my touch after all. There are many unused rooms in this place, we need only pick one and a time. How about midnight, the library down the hall?" She knew the time that Orion could remain was growing short, but she wasn't lying to him. Later, if he asked, she'd tell him how she managed to get the photographer to leave them alone, and ensured none others got assigned. Though he really should just be grateful an leave it be.<br/><br/>Once she got an answer, she went into her room, shutting the door before stretching out on her bed, waiting for the food to arrive. If she wasn't already a princess, she would have pursued an acting career. She was excellent, and she knew it. She checked her phone, but it seemed her mother wasn't letting her friends text her.