His audience with Mother and Father now complete, Orion retired to his bedroom in somewhat of a huff, Bernard matching him step-for-step. He was still vehemently against this arranged marriage with . . . her. “What’s her name again, Bernard?” he asked. His valet smirked with a shake of his head, two gestures he was sure the Prince did not see. “Cassiopeia,” came the simple response.<br/><br/>Orion turned to him with a slightly furrowed brow. “Honestly?” he was finally able to spit out. “She is named after a constellation, too?” Bernard shrugged with a grin. “Apparently so,” he stated. “What is it with the stars?” the Prince wondered out loud. “And I would still wager that our names are not the only thing we have in common. I wonder if Cassiopeia is against this marriage as much as I am.”<br/><br/>Bernard knew that look Orion currently wore only too well. The stubborn Prince was probably plotting to sabotage the nuptials right there before him. The loyal valet could only admire the Prince’s obstinacy, especially for something he sincerely believed in. An arranged marriage with a complete stranger was unmistakably not one of them.