<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">Her nose wrinkled as she tried to imagine what kind of woman would be attracted to Angus. She smiled as Orion complimented her. "I might as well get paid for it with all the acting I do. But it's necessary." She shrugged, ignoring the buzzing of her phone. "I am lucky that you are the prince, not him."</span></span><br/>
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"I need to just let you take the lead. I get over-eager, and then we end up on different pages." It was hard to be like this, open and truthful. For so long she had groomed herself into being an uncaring, fun-loving, spoiled princess, that she had forgotten how to be genuine. To be a person who cared about others. Orion seemed to embrace her, faults and all, though he didn't shy away from calling her out when he needed to. maybe he could help her become the person she longed to be. <br/>
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"You should have been the one shining brightly. I stole that from you. But I did like the way they looked at me, it made me feel..." Cassiopeia bit her lip as she searched for the word. "Anyways, I appreciate you letting me come along, even if I did stir up trouble." Her hand drifted to the middle of the seats, and she wondered if Orion would take it. </span></span></span>