Yet another delicious meal consumed, Orion stood shortly after the Princess did.  He discreetly inquired as to her beverage of choice, and upon procuring it, he motioned for her to follow him.  For good measure, he bent down to lightly kiss Mother’s cheek.  She smiled as if she knew what was going on, though he would not have put it past her if she really did.<br/><br/>Prior to reaching the door that led to the gardens, Cassiopeia looked quizzically at him, silently imploring where his liquid refreshment was.  After all, she held a glass but he did not.  Grinning, he lightly tapped his left breast.  Closing the door behind them, Orion then produced a flask of his beloved absinthe from an inner pocket of his suit’s jacket.  Unscrewing the cap, he sipped its contents.  The emerald liquid instantly filled his mouth with a potent minty zest.  No breath mint or toothpaste could match its powerful taste.<br/><br/>He guided her down a preferred path, enjoying the tranquility the gardens always offered.  Beautiful flowers on either side of them, Orion finally spoke up.  “You intrigue me, Cassiopeia.  When we first met, I was under the distinct impression that you would do everything in your power to derail this impending marriage.  And yet, right before dinner, it seemed to me that you’ve acquiesced to the nuptials, albeit a marriage borne out of convenience, not out of love.”  That was all for now, as the Prince awaited her response.