<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron was unable to hide his grimace at mention of Lady Henrietta.  "No bride."  Even if he'd been inclined towards marriage, it wouldn't have been to that petty woman -- but he felt no need to be openly disrespectful of her to Gwen.  "It wouldn't have been fair to marry before I was posted afar... and there was no one worth courting at my post."  A small smile flickered at the corners of his lips.  "The other knights and their squires were not to my taste."<br/>
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He'd been serving as the commander of a garrison at the border -- a necessary position and one which demonstrated King Tiberius' trust in him... but one that Cameron had not particularly enjoyed.  He'd agreed to it as a personal favor, and spent most of the time trying to find a replacement.  It wasn't that he disliked the post or the men he served with -- he disliked not being home.<br/>
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"I left Sir Ian in charge," he continued.  "He and Sir Malcolm will have it well in hand, now that they have come to terms."  He thought the fort would be better for the joint leadership, in fact -- half the problems he'd been sent there to fix had been as a result of those two men living in denial about their feelings for one another.  If the tragedy of the plague had done anyone favors, it was to make it clear that life was too short and too precious to ignore what happiness could be salvaged.  </span></span>