Unsurprisingly, the Princess was late for their meeting, or whatever it was she cared to call this.  Orion smiled while mentally correcting himself.  Actually, the Princess was fashionably late.  Late was still late, though “fashionably late” had an elegance to it, as if it was okay and acceptable to do so.<br/><br/>Although the Prince initially lacked the presence of mind to bring along his cell phone, it would do him no good in the end.  He would still be unable to contact her, since he didn’t have her number.  Surfing the net, however, would have been much more preferable than flipping through volume upon volume of poetry and literature.  Orion decided to give her another half an hour.<br/><br/>Until, that is, he heard the unmistakable sound of someone’s voice.  Who that someone was remained a mystery, as Orion was unable to decipher what was said, not to mention determine whether its originator was male or female.  He knew it couldn’t be staff, since no one would, or should, be in the library at this hour.  Still, there were night owls amongst the lot, so he kept that as a long-shot possibility.<br/><br/>Should he bother investigating?  The question didn’t require much time to ponder, unless the thought of more Edgar Allen Poe was considered desirable.  Right, the Prince stood from his plush chair and walked out into the hall, in an attempt to trace the voice’s location.  He would be sure to look into every room along the way.