A splash of cold water onto his face, and this was as awake as Orion would ever hope to achieve. He duly got dressed, and whilst doing so, vowed that from this day forward, he and he alone would choose his attire for the day, evening, whatever. Bernard meant well, and he loved him like a brother. Though he highly doubted his long-time valet was responsible for the clothes he was now wearing. Mother? Perhaps. Father? Not likely, as he wore whatever was chosen for him, with no protest or argument whatsoever. That had Mother written all over it, as Father knew better than to complain.<br/><br/>As much as he loved his parents dearly, he was always at odds with his name. Orion?! Really?! Talk about poncy. But then, his next thought was, You're a prince, you idiot! Of course it sounds poncy! To be fair, Mother was not only obsessed with Greek mythology, but also with astronomy. Needless to say, Orion was her favorite constellation. Well, he mused with a wicked smirk, It could have been much worse. She could have named me Delphinus instead. Finally exiting his bedroom 27 minutes later, Orion headed downstairs.