Leo and the other two guards had fallen back once the riding party hit the open road.  Cassiopeia and Orion now enjoyed some semblance of privacy, though not truly, since their trio of protectors kept the pair in full view.  They just weren’t close enough to hear anything they might say.  As far as the Prince was concerned, there were no secrets between them anyway.  So basically, he could care less if their conversation was overheard or not.<br/><br/>The road they were currently on now afforded Orion the opportunity to ride next to her, as opposed to single file like before.  Coming up on her right, he stated, “Interesting conversation I had with Mother late last night, Highness.”  Cassiopeia just looked his way, waiting for him to continue.  “Apparently, while we were in the garden and all kissy-kissy, Mother felt it necessary to send a spy our way.  Said sneak took a picture of us while we were in an embrace and, uh, lip-locked.  Oh, and my hand on your, um, derriere.”  He smiled at the memory.<br/><br/>They rode for a few more seconds in silence, before the Prince went on.  “That’s not even the best part,” he warned.  “Your slap to my face must’ve left a mark, as when she saw it, she quickly jumped to a wrong conclusion.  And that would be what my hand was clutching, had generated your slap.” Orion winced at the memory of the photo as well as her smack.  “I saw no point in arguing with her since the image of us seemed to back up her initial suspicion.”<br/><br/>Cassiopeia watched him during his entire speech.  “What do you think of this, Princess?  Don’t you find it odd that she sent someone to keep an eye on us?  And even worse, to snap a picture of us in a, hmmm, rather compromising position?”