Unsurprisingly, her mouth was soft and inviting, and she tasted good, too.  As she pressed into him with her hands around his waist, he felt the swell of her breasts against his body.  That also felt good.  Though wishing to go lower, Orion stopped his hands at the small of her back, drawing her in tighter.<br/><br/>Neither the Prince nor the Princess had any inkling as to how far this kiss would go, or where it would lead.  Apparently, they were soon denied the opportunity to find out.  Having entered the room silently as usual, Bernard cleared his throat softly, yet audible enough for the pair to hear.  “Pardon the interruption, your Highnesses, but the Prince needs to change out of those riding clothes,” the valet stated.  “Dinner, I am afraid, is not too far away on the schedule.”<br/><br/>Separating his lips from Cassiopeia’s, Orion shot his attendant an even expression, neither upset nor relieved.  He merely nodded in agreement, moving toward Bernard for their short journey to his bedroom.  Before leaving her, the Prince took note of how the Princess didn’t even bother with a glance toward his valet.