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 Female x Male  Modern  Romance Royally Spoilt - Jennaguitar16 & dunklunk

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  1. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    The once pitch-black bedroom was now flooded in rude sunlight. Someone had the audacity to not only draw the heavy drapes wide open, but to do so rather loudly. A cleared throat later, and a familiar voice said, “Highness. Your Mother and Father require, er, your presence. And, immediately, if you please.”

    A heavily exaggerated sigh from the prone figure in bed later, and he actually managed, “Must it be so early, Bernard?” Another clearing of his valet’s throat, and Bernard replied, “Highness, it is a quarter past 10.” Orion Lancaster’s second sigh of the morning was one of annoyance, as he stated, “I have told you time and again, Bernard, to quit calling me that.” A slight bow was followed by, “Of course, high-, er, Orion.”

    The prince succeeded in at least sitting up. “Do you know what they want?” Bernard shook his head, answering, “I do not.” Orion noticed the clothes draped over both his valet’s arms. Shaking his head with a smirk, he nodded at the foot of his bed, “You can leave my clothes there, Bernard. I think I know how to dress myself.” A protest was clearly on the tip of his tongue, but with a simple look from the prince, he bowed and said, “Very well. I will see you downstairs.”

    With his clothes for the day on his bed, and the click of a closed door later, Prince Orion plopped back onto the bed. The blinding sunlight, however, would not allow him a return to slumber.

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  2. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopeia was slumbering in her large bed, some friends sleeping with her. She was rudely awakened by the covers being yanked off of her and a stern voice ordering all her friends home. She grumbles as her mother starts to tell her that she has to get up and dress.

    She doesn't move on her own, and so her mother and her maid drag her to the bathroom and into a hot bath, where they start to clean her as she fights the headache from drinking too much.

    "You really need to grow up." Her mother says as she washes her daughter's hair. "Now, we have to hurry, we have a meeting in a few hours and you must look presentable." Cassie grumbles but stands from the tub on her own.
     
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  3. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    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.

    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.
     
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  4. Jennaguitar16

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    She is dressed and made presentable, hair dried and done up. An apple is given to her as a snack as they get in the car and head to their private plane. Cassiopeia didn't know where they were going or why she couldn't eat, but she was pleased that she looked so pretty. She ignores her mother prattling on about something or another, probably the press and her latest party. Who cared what the press thought?
     
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  5. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Entering the throne room, Orion instantly saw Bernard shoot him a warning glance, as if to imply, Mind your tongue. The closer he got to his parents, the better he was able to witness their differing facial expressions. Mother reminded him of a super-duper combination pizza. So many toppings equalled so many emotions. And Father? Too easy. Anger. Disappointment. More anger. Oh, and guess what? Even more anger.

    "What part of immediately do you not understand, Orion?!" Father barked. "Did Bernard not say to come see us immediately?" A glance toward his valet and surprise, surprise. Bernard must have just discovered an interesting spot on the floor to stare at. Smirking (and not trying to hide it, either), the prince replied, "Of course he did! Bernard is nothing, if not extremely thorough." He nodded and winked at Bernard, who looked up in time to catch both gestures. A slight smile creased his lips.

    Orion attempted an innocent shrug. "I got here as soon as I could," he said. Just as Father was about to erupt, Mother lightly placed her right hand on Father's left arm. Orion was close enough to the pair to hear Father's intake of breath. "Darling, come here, please," Mother implored. Now standing before her, she asked, "Why are you currently behaving like you are?" It pained him to see Mother near tears. Nevertheless, he stared into her eyes, then casually looked away. "Not sure what you are referring to, Mother," he said.

    Mother glanced downward and to the left, as a lone tear took its sweet time trickling down her cheek. Orion never saw this tear, as she had strategically shielded it from him. He did, however, observe how Father now placed a comforting hand on hers. Already feeling like an asshole, he turned toward Bernard. His expression didn't exactly help matters, as there was a clear sign of sadness in those eyes that he knew so well, for so long.
     
  6. Jennaguitar16

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    "Are you even listening to me young lady?! This behavior has to stop!" Her mother scolds. Now, we are on our way to meet with Prince Orion and his parents. If you so much as roll your eyes you will regret it." She warns. We are to have lunch with them and then discuss a marriage between the two of you. No scoffing!" Cassiopeia was zoning her out until she heard lunch with a prince. Oooh! She didn't remember the name of his kingdom, but that was okay. She does snort, scoff and roll her eyes as her mother drones on and mentions marriage. Yeah right. Just because they both had astronomical names didn't mean they would be a good match.
     
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  7. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Mother quickly collected herself, while gently patting Father’s offered hand and smoothing down her clothing. The latter, Orion knew, was done entirely out of habit, as she always looked pristine no matter what she was wearing. Slowly standing, she whispered something to Father and approached her offspring with a smile. “Come walk with me, my son,” she said. Falling in step with her, Father sat there as he watched the pair leave the room.

    Clearly out of earshot of Father, she stated, “Now tell me truthfully, Orion. What is bothering you so?” The expression he offered her was one of utter disbelief, as if someone had just mentioned that the sky was no longer blue. “Seriously, Mother?!” he retorted. “You know what this is about. It is about . . . about . . . oh for the love of, I do not even know her name!”

    “Oh yes, you do,” Mother shot back. “I know you know her name. You just choose to conveniently put it out of your mind when the situation suits you.” Sighing profoundly, Orion said in an exasperated tone, “I just do not think it is right to marry someone I do not even know. And I would bet anything that if you were to ask her, she would say the same thing as me.”

    She looked at her son then, waiting for him to make eye contact before saying, “Well, it is not up to you two to make that decision.” Hoping to hold back as much sarcasm as possible, Orion had a one-word answer for her, “Clearly.” They continued their stroll in silence.
     
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  8. Jennaguitar16

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    "You're serious?!" She exclaims as she hears that the marriage was almost a done deal already. This while lunch thing was so both parties could inspect the intended match for their children and ensure they were physically sound, with deformities or anything else that would be unwanted. Mental health wouldn't be able to be judged so quickly, but it was an important aspect as well. "Yes, dead serious. Now, your father will not be there very long, he has other matters to attend to. That is why it is just us right now. You will respect him while we are enjoying lunch, and not say anything negative. No," she interrupts her daughter, "You will not smart mouth that he is your stepfather. I was the one who suffered when your dad did die, and I was the one who had to remarry. So keep your lips shut, got it?" Cassiopeia sulks the rest of the way to the palace.
     
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  9. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    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.

    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.”

    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.
     
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  10. Jennaguitar16

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    Cassiopeia admires the castle when they arrive. It was very nicely built. She enters and is lead to a sitting room where she properly greets the king and queen, and they make small talk until they are told lunch is ready. She never saw the prince, and assumed he was off sulking somewhere, something she'd be doing herself truthfully.
     
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  11. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    The guests must have arrived, as there was an abrupt, rapid-fire knocking at his bedroom door. Sighing deeply, Orion adjusted his tie for what seemed like the umpteenth time. He smoothed out his coat, which was really unnecessary as the entire suit was tailor-made for him. Bernard silently watched him, as his expression practically screamed one of amusement.

    With a raised left brow, Orion hissed, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Bernard quickly shook his head, while attempting (and failing miserably) to mask his smirk. “Not at all, Orion, not at all,” he fibbed. The Prince laughed heartily, then stated, “You’re such a liar! And not a very good one at that, I might add.”

    Lightly tapping his long-time valet’s chest, Orion proclaimed, “C’mon, let’s get this crap over with.” The pair exited the bedroom and headed for the staircase. He was, however, determined to put on a good, convincing show, if for no one’s sake but Mother’s. Orion wasn’t about to embarrass her in front of other royalty. They would soon be in the company of his future bride. The thought alone made him cringe inside. It was only then that the realization set in whereby he didn’t even know what she looked like.
     
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    Cassiopeia walks along as they are lead to the dining hall, with assurances Prince Orion would be along shortly. She is seated where she was to be across from Orion, she noted how flabbergasted the staff was because everyone was rearranged and for such a small party too.

    She sits gracefully and her stepfather scoots her seat in as she sits, then does the same for her mother before sitting himself. She makes small talk with the queen as she inquiries after her health and hobbies. She keeps the conversation light and upbeat, turning her "bad habits" into good things. Her mother was probably praying they never heard of what Cassiopeia really enjoyed doing.
     
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  13. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Orion hated being the last one to show up at a social gathering, and this was no different. Even worse was the fact that this luncheon was so small and intimate. There were no crowds to seamlessly blend into or hide behind. Of course, this was his own fault, as he took his sweet time getting dressed while discussing the stupidity of arranged marriages with Bernard.

    Sure enough, a lone, unoccupied seat was all that remained. Naturally, the empty chair was positioned directly across of Princess Cassiopeia. She was attractive for sure, though that single fact didn’t in the least change his opinion of what he still believed to be a travesty. Orion smiled warmly at everyone, which didn’t take too long since there were only five people to acknowledge. Seating himself, he noticed how Bernard positioned himself to the side.
     
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    Cassiopeia looks Prince Orion over, he was very pleasing to the eye. Not that it made anything better with the arranged marriage. She smiles back and then thanks the servant who places her food in front of her. She didn't usually, but she was told to behave.

    "Prince Orion, how nice to meet you." She says as he sits. She couldn't say anything to him that the rest of the table couldn't hear. "Your mother was just telling us about your accomplishments." There, let him talk about himself for a while.
     
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  15. dunklunk

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    Accomplishments, he thought, nodding a wordless greeting to her. That was rich, and Orion liked how she diverted all attention toward him. He would be sure to return the favor. “Nothing worth bragging about, really,” he said. Which was an interesting word to choose, since he loathed braggarts and he was far from one himself. “Our rugby team is doing quite well presently, and I am tied with two other players for the league lead in scoring.”

    Sipping his water, Orion chose to comment on one other item, though he was uncertain whether it counted as an accomplishment. “A hunt I was on a few days ago was also successful.” He watched Cassiopeia as predictably, she raised a brow at his mention of the word “hunt.” Most people reacted in the same fashion. “Oh, I’m sorry to mislead you, but the hunt does not end with a slain animal,” he explained. “Where’s the sport in that? To me, I find it much more sporting and satisfying in the tracking of the animal. To get as close as possible to it before you are detected, and it scoots away to safety.”

    More water, as all this talking had left his throat parched. “So tell me, Princess Cassiopeia. What is it that you enjoy doing, other than anything to do with royal affairs? Also, how ironic that we are both named after constellations, don’t you think?” He watched with a keen interest as she shifted in her seat before replying.
     
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    Cassiopeia has a small smirk on her lips as she puts him on the spot, listening as he describes rugby (a hot sport, really it was) and then hunting, rolling her eyes when he says the animal isn't killed. She sips her own glass before she begins to speak. "Yes, seems our parents loved the stars. At least my mother d..." She is elbowed in the side so she clears her throat. "Ahem. Well, I do, actually hunt. On horseback, mainly. Archery and falconry." She admits. "I perform in various equine events, and do rather well. Do you enjoy to ride?" She slips the attention back to him before the next course is served. If he wanted to play, she'd be more than happy to drive him into the ground.
     
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  17. dunklunk

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    An eye roll from the Princess was obvious to anyone looking her way. And Orion sat right across from her! He had no choice but to notice, as he believed she meant for him to see it. Evidently, she did not believe in the hunted animal’s life being spared, if he was correct in the meaning of her eye roll. So hunting was something else they had in common, he thought, though their end results differed dramatically.

    He was rather impressed at her list of activities she enjoyed. Falconry had always fascinated him, though he never took the time to learn its nuances. The birds were such magnificent creatures, demanding a respect of their own. The Prince filed that away for possible future use, perhaps asking her one day for a display of her skills with a bird of prey.

    Cassiopeia’s mention of performing in various equine events had also piqued his interest. He had no doubt whatsoever that she was much more accomplished on horseback than he would ever be. Orion, after all, had never “performed” on the back of a horse, nor would he ever. To him, horses were good, basic transport who would shuttle him from point A to point B. They were also faithful, almost like a dog, as he fondly thought of his own ink-black steed, Shade. She could always tell when he was hiding sugar cubes or juicy apples somewhere on his person. It was a game both enjoyed playing. Shade for obviously the treats, and himself to see if he could ever successfully hide those tasty morsels.

    “As a matter of fact, I do enjoy a ride on horseback,” he responded. “Though I must admit, I am nowhere near as skilled as you, as I do not perform in such events.” Something else for him to possibly do one day down the road: watch her compete. This Princess had spunk, a trait he rarely saw in female royalty, of the princess variety anyway. Orion did, however, wonder what the elbow to her side was all about.

    Smiling graciously at her, he held his tongue of any further comment, wishing to concentrate instead on the next served course for lunch. He was positive everyone seated at the table was famished, though it was obvious how both sets of parents remained quiet, allowing their offspring to ramble on.
     
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    Ugh this prince seemed to be a pansy. "Maybe after lunch we can ride? As our parents discuss things?" She directs this to her mother, making sure she catches that she called her step father her parent. She glances to the others as well as she begins to eat, like a lady of course. He would regret the ride, and hopefully call off their wedding. Cassiopeia wanted to watch him play rugby, he did seem to have a nice build and she could appreciate a fine thing or two. He was the type for her to have a fling with, then never speak to again. She waits for one of the adults to okay their ride, and she plots which horse to put him on. And then remembers that this was his house, and she didn't have anything to ride in and her mother would kill her if she ruined this new dress.
     
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    It struck Orion as something funny, that Cassiopeia's suggestion of a ride sounded more like a challenge than an invitation. For some reason, he felt empathy for her parents, as she all but appeared to be a handful. Headstrong. Opinionated. He actually liked those qualities in a woman, as he knew far too many who fell on the opposite end of the personality spectrum.

    Too right, an inner voice reminded him, and she is to be your wife. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks had landed on his head. And then it all landed on his head again. I would just as soon attempt to tame a wild, rabid wolf than one such as her, he answered the voice. What is the difference? the voice struck back. Orion remained mentally quiet, as he knew when he was bested.

    Discreetly watching her eat, he wondered how much of a struggle it was for her to maintain proper, ladylike manners. A wild wolf, after all, had no use for a fork and a knife.
     
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    "Dear, you have nothing else to ride in. And you cannot ride sidesaddle in that dress either, it is too tight." Her mother squashes the idea. Cassiopeia struggles to remain calm and act like a lady. She wanted to throw a fit but wouldn't, not here. "Oh, I am sure we can rustle something up! Let the kids have a little bit of fun." Cassiopeia perks up when she hears Orion's mom tell them they can ride. "We have a variety of horses you can choose from dear." Cassiopeia beams at the queen. "Thank you!" Her anger disappears and she finishes the meal in a good mood. Oh, was she looking forward to the ride. Her mother was grateful that a temper tantrum had been avoided.
     
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