While patiently waiting for her response, the Prince sipped from his flask, which reminded him of her “naughty boy” comment.  The thought raised a smile, since he never saw it that way.  He wondered if she might also have a private flask or something similar, and what her favored liquor might be.<br/><br/>Her explanation of the arrangements caused his brow to furrow.  Orion simply needed to know, so he asked, “What exactly does that mean, Princess?  That your life will become hell?”  He speculated about what went on with that family of hers.  Thinking of his own parents, they had never said anything about his life becoming hell if he chose not to go through with the wedding.  Of course, that didn’t mean it wouldn’t.<br/><br/>“Whether it’s a good idea, Cassiopeia, depends on the matter of you submitting to an obvious threat,” he stated.  Orion eagerly awaited the details of her life becoming a living hell.  He was now under the impression that only he disapproved of their planned marriage, for it seemed he no longer had a partner-in-crime.