Time is incredibly subjective in Orlando. The only way we can reliably tell the passage of time is based on changes in the monarchy, new inventions, and the biographer flat out telling us that time has passed. If we did not have these clues, we would be dependent on Orlando’s sense of time, which sometimes places more importance on a single minute than a single decade. This reflects the way we actually experience time; an hour with a pretty girl may seem like a minute, while spending a minute with your hand on the stove may seem like an hour.
In Orlando, time passes most slowly when Orlando is engaged in thought.