A friend. Even with the fifteen years that spanned between them, Cameron had always been her dearest friend, her most cherished knight. She never thought he would view her the same way, since he had known her since she was a child. “I would like that again very much,” she whispered to him as he drew closer, suddenly feeling the mantle of ‘queen’ crumble off of her shoulders. For the first time in five years, she was just Gwen again. And Gwen had always let herself cry, especially when it was to Cameron.<br/><br/>Still, she tried to fight it, to keep her bottom lip stiff. But when Cameron pulled her into his arms, she was finished. Her body relaxed into his, almost completely slack. Her breaths were suddenly staccato, almost as if she was panicked and running from a great adversary. Her arms held him tight around his shoulders.<br/><br/>“Th-they’re all gone,” she gasped, hot tears running in rivulets down her cheeks and dotting his clothes. “And the people are dying as we stand here.” Her eyes closed tightly in pain as she buried her face into his neck. “My god Cam, what am I to do?”