Oh jeez! Royally busted, he thought, as Cassiopeia turned in time to witness where his eyes had been planted. And such a rookie mistake at that! He felt a slight blush, as a known warmth crept up toward his neck and cheeks. The little minx enjoyed a game of cat-and-mouse, as she inquired about her dress. Her phony pout was like hot sauce being added to the recipe. Not always necessary, but delicious nonetheless. “Not at all, Cassiopeia,” he began his reply. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with your dress. Though I must confess that I keep staring at it, because well, it’s so lovely.” There, that ought to do for now, he thought, as he made sure everyone in the room heard his explanation. An explanation that, although true, was just the tip of the iceberg. No one needed to hear what had originally garnered his attention. After all, he and the Princess knew and he was fine with it staying that way. Oh, and Bernard was probably aware, as the cheeky bugger had to have snuck in a peek or two. The Prince smiled at the thought.