“What’s all this?” Orion asked inquisitively.  A curtsy from a servant, and she replied, “Princess Cassiopeia ordered this for you, since you had missed breakfast.”  He nodded while thanking her, watching as she let herself out of his room.  The Princess, huh?  Grunting, he thought, I never knew she cared.  Might actually have to thank her for this.  It was a modest tray of food, but still, as he’d always been taught, it was the thought that counted.<br/><br/>Feeling a bit better compared to an hour or so ago, a hot shower and some stiff coffee always did wonders for a hangover.  Correction.  Bernard had surprised him not with coffee, but with at least a 16-ounce container of espresso.  The heavily caffeinated beverage pushed all the right buttons once consumed.  The Prince might not be ready to face an entire day, but he was somewhat confident with seeing this pre-planned picnic to fruition.<br/><br/>Munching on a few chosen items from the tray, he pondered about what had happened last night.  The slap from Cassiopeia didn’t bother him nearly as much as that photo on Mother’s phone.  Why did she feel the need to spy on them?  And it didn’t matter to him who had taken the picture.  He or she was just following orders.  The Princess, on the other hand, was insulted at something he said (he couldn’t remember what it was), and well, she reacted.  Understandable, really.  Well, best get on with it, he thought, chugging the orange juice.<br/><br/>Before anything else, Orion would seek out the Princess and thank her for the impromptu breakfast.  It would be interesting to see what sort of food was packed for their picnic.  As he closed his bedroom door, he spied his empty flask still on his bed.  The Prince sighed with a grin, and shut the door behind him.