The guests must have arrived, as there was an abrupt, rapid-fire knocking at his bedroom door. Sighing deeply, Orion adjusted his tie for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He smoothed out his coat, which was really unnecessary as the entire suit was tailor-made for him. Bernard silently watched him, as his expression practically screamed one of amusement.<br/><br/>With a raised left brow, Orion hissed, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Bernard quickly shook his head, while attempting (and failing miserably) to mask his smirk. “Not at all, Orion, not at all,” he fibbed. The Prince laughed heartily, then stated, “You’re such a liar! And not a very good one at that, I might add.”<br/><br/>Lightly tapping his long-time valet’s chest, Orion proclaimed, “C’mon, let’s get this crap over with.” The pair exited the bedroom and headed for the staircase. He was, however, determined to put on a good, convincing show, if for no one’s sake but Mother’s. Orion wasn’t about to embarrass her in front of other royalty. They would soon be in the company of his future bride. The thought alone made him cringe inside. It was only then that the realization set in whereby he didn’t even know what she looked like.