<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Little one," Cameron rumbled with some humor, his hand moving to stroke her hair automatically, "it is <i>you</i> who commands me now.  If you do not wish me to be posted away from the Palace... do not send me there."  He had to chuckle.  "Which I am certain there are many duties and responsibilities that you roundly dislike -- let that one at least provide some solace.  No one but you can send me away."<br/>
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He did not think he could stand to ride away again, either.  He would -- if she ordered him to do so -- but it would shatter him into tiny (tinier) pieces.  "It would be proper and not unsurprising were you to make me the Crown Champion in truth -- that I might represent you in any physical contests here, and to guard your person. I suggest this not because I wish the title -- but because it would mean that my duty would be here, little one."</span></span>