He held his tongue at her question, mostly because his answer was so obvious. Surely she had to know what he was smirking at. And by no means was it due to her fall from the horse. Rather, it was due to her chosen, colorful language.<br/><br/>Moving from one rant to another, Orion speculated as to how Mother and Father would have reacted after witnessing such a display from the Princess. Would they harbor any second thoughts about the marriage? Well, no matter, as he now had second thoughts about the seemingly doomed arrangement. Though in all honesty, he also entertained third and fourth thoughts, too.<br/><br/>Still, Orion sought another opinion. As they watched Cassiopeia’s retreating form, the Prince turned toward Shade and asked, “So what do you think?” An emphatic neigh was her response. “Yes, yes, I agree. She’s quite a piece of work, huh?” His equine friend answered with a snort. Orion suddenly perked up, and with a smile on his face, offered, “Perhaps I can convince Bernard to marry her instead.” Shade brayed rather loudly, as if to say, “Yeah, good luck with that.”