It came as no surprise to Orion that the Princess chose to ignore him this fine morning.  He correctly attributed this to last night’s snub of potentially getting naked with her.  Or at least semi-naked anyway.  But then again, he never saw it as a snub.  The Prince even told her that he wanted her, just not under those circumstances and location.  But alas, Cassiopeia took it personally and now there was a somewhat awkward silence during their journey to practice.  Truth be told, he actually hoped she’d skip attending the practice, but nope, there she was sitting next to him in the backseat of the town car.  Looking fine and damn sexy as usual.<br/><br/>And speaking of fine and damn sexy, Orion seized the golden opportunity to check her out at his leisure.  She was, after all, staring out of her window, not even bothering to greet him with a<i>good morning </i>or a<i>fuck you </i>as he climbed into the car, behind the passenger front seat.  Cassiopeia sat directly behind Bernard, who was driving.  The look he received from his assistant told him all he needed to know: to leave the Princess be.<br/><br/>So again, scrutiny of her attire was well under way.  The Prince knew the lads would react in a bat-shit crazy kinda way when they saw her boots and snug jeans.  What the hell, he was already going bat-shit crazy about them right now.  Her bare left shoulder was something else altogether.  Orion was beginning to wonder if she had dressed so provocatively to tease him or to get a rise outta his teammates.  Probably a bit of both.<br/><br/>Bernard had been glaring at him via the rear view mirror from time to time, clearly displeased with his visual assessment of the Princess.  Following the third or fourth frown, Orion oh so casually flipped him the bird, courtesy of his right hand with a raised eyebrow.  His valet slowly shook his head while also suppressing a grin.  Bernard glanced to his left instead of responding.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Now at the practice facility, Bernard hurriedly opened Cassiopeia’s door but neglected to do the same for Orion.  With a shit-eating grin on his face, he exited the car on his own.  The Princess had already started her journey toward the bleachers, not waiting for him or even looking his way.  Standing next to him, the Prince and his valet’s eyes met.  “Yeah, don’t ask, Bernard,” he said before he could pose a question.  “Just . . . don’t ask.”  He chuckled despite himself.<br/><br/>A nudge from Bernard, and he quickly refocused.  “Just enjoying the view,” Orion stated with a wink, while Cassiopeia’s retreating fine form headed toward her seat in the near distance.  Meanwhile, he took note of how his teammates’ heads swiveled at their arrival.  They did not, however, swivel back to their original position.  One guess as to why.<br/><br/>All eyes followed the Princess like a surface-to-air missile relentlessly tracks a fighter jet.  Bernard returned to his seat in the car, but before closing the door, he said with a smirk, “Have fun.  Seems to me you’re gonna need one big-ass stick to hold them back.  Especially you-know-who.”  Orion had no immediate answer for that, knowing how right Bernard was.<br/><br/>Turning toward his waiting mates, he stripped away the sweat pants he’d been wearing, revealing his practice shorts.  His cleats were already on from back home.  Their eagerness at his arrival was quite disturbing.  Or maybe it was just Angus.  The man always seemed to be in heat, ready and more than willing to nail whatever moved before him.  “So who’s the hottie, Ori?” Angus asked.  “A visiting cousin?  Sister you never knew about?”<br/><br/>“Yeah, something like that,” he replied, not clarifying one or the other.<br/><br/>“Get in her pants yet?” Angus innocently enquired.  Ha!<br/><br/>“That would be a negative,” the Prince replied.<br/><br/>“Ya mind if I try?” was his quick question.<br/><br/>“She’s all yours,” he said.  Orion wondered just how far he would take his advances on Cassiopeia.  He knew how she was more than capable of taking care of herself.  In any event, if she chose to party with Angus, he would forcefully call for the marriage to be cancelled.  He was well aware of when a certain point was reached with Angus, he then proceeded to take it all the way.<br/><br/>But first, there was practice to survive.