Was he under the spell of some hallucinogenic drug?  Or did someone swap one Cassiopeia out for another when he wasn’t looking?  Orion watched as she made herself comfortable on the floor.  Whether she sat where she sat didn’t really matter to him.  The spot offered her a chance to shut her phone’s flashlight off.  Which was perfect, because the Prince thought she looked far more alluring in the moon’s glow.<br/><br/>Our place?  Not worry about the consequences?  He liked her train of thought, recalling all too well that sneaky spy who’d photographed them while they were kissing, as a stray hand of his caressed her shapely bottom.  Also caught digitally.  Orion soon joined her on the floor, also within the moonlight peeking through the window.<br/><br/>It seemed to be confession time for the Princess.  Who needn’t have bothered, he thought, as he was aware of rules that applied to people of privilege, such as themselves.  “We all make mistakes, Highness,” he stated, wishing to soften any blows she was administering upon herself.  “It’s what, I believe, we do after that sets us apart.  Hopefully, we learned something along the way.”<br/><br/>Orion laughed softly at her comment about other princesses, though why he did so was anyone’s guess.  No one was around but the two of them.  “You may very well be right about those other princesses, Cassiopeia,” he began.  “But as you know, this pending marriage was never up to us.”<br/><br/>He sat close enough to her to be able to enjoy her fragrance.  Reaching out, he softly brushed two fingers against her cheek, while also enjoying the smoothness of her skin.  While doing so, they looked into the other’s eyes.<br/><br/>And the moon had a front row seat.