Focusing on one thing, and one thing only, Orion’s sights were clearly set on that hot shower.  The rest were all just details, and those details could wait for later.  Since the Prince neither saw nor ran into anyone during his fixation with steaming water and soap suds, he was unaware that his parents weren’t home.  He’d find out about that soon enough.<br/><br/>Refreshed from his (he’d completely lost track of time) scrub-a-dub-dubbing, a knock on his bedroom’s door creased his brow into a frown.  Steam slowly escaped through the open door, airing out his bathroom.  A second knock and he was engaged in full-on annoyance mode.  Not quite done with drying off, he draped the towel around his waist and padded toward the offending visitor, already knowing who’d be on the other side.<br/><br/>With the door swinging open, Orion barked, “For the love of all that is holy, Bernard, why in the hell are you knock-“  The Prince stopped in mid-annoying question, now fully aware that it wasn’t his assistant who stared back at him.  Rather, it was Cassiopeia who looked him up and down, as water slowly trickled down his bare chest and legs.<br/><br/>Thanks and praises to the crowns on Mother’s and Father’s heads that that towel remained in place!