The Princess was becoming more and more adept at throwing the ball with each attempt.  Of course, the Prince realized he was assisting her with every try.  Nevertheless, she exuded a quiet confidence which was not at all surprising.  Royalty usually had that quality about them in spades.  There was, however, that fine line between confidence and arrogance.  Thankfully, Orion had yet to see the latter in her.<br/><br/>Proof, the saying went, was in the pudding.  Following the fourth throw (since he chose not to count her initial try), he felt it was time to see what, if anything, she had learned.  Cassiopeia apparently had other ideas, as she kissed him on the lips.  Orion dropped the rugby ball and gazed upon her with a raised brow and a playful grin.  “You never cease to surprise me, Princess,” he softly said.  He quickly determined that her apology was sheer nonsense.  She knew what she was doing, though he did appreciate the effort. And her breasts brushing against him was pure bonus.<br/><br/>He closed the meager gap between them and looked into her eyes.  Prior to uttering a word, the Prince glanced at her cleavage, enjoying the view yet again.  Although this time, there was no sneakiness involved.  She clearly saw where his eyes had shifted to.  Finally returning to her eyes, Orion whispered, “Turnabout, I am told, is fair play, Highness.”  He gently grazed his lips against hers, returning the kiss, eyes locked on her.