Not sure why Mother was so gracious with an offer of proper riding gear and a horse, Orion nevertheless took note of the slightest of smirks on Bernard’s face. He and his valet had known each other long enough to be able to tell when something was up. Did she actually wish for them to enjoy a ride, or was this an attempt to remove the doomed, future spouses from the dining table?<br/><br/>Still, there was a noticeable spark from Cassiopeia when her mother had nixed the idea of a ride. While at the same time, another kind of spark, totally different from the first, returned to the Princess when Mother chimed in with her offer. Most interesting, thought Orion, might have to keep an eye on that.<br/><br/>The Prince once again sensed a competitive drive in her. That much was obvious. With her participation in various equine events, everything was probably a contest in her eyes. Victory was the only measurement of success. He was sure Shade would be up to the task, whatever the volatile Princess had in mind.