Gwendolyn frowned— still, she reached sideways to grasp the thick fabric around her bed and yanked it aside. The sunlight streamed in in thick rays; bright oranges and yellows that nearly blinded her. With a groan, she pulled it back into place, mostly so that she could spare their eyesight.<br/><br/>“I wish we didn’t have to part,” she whispered, already the responsibilities of the outside world beginning to tap at her. “But yes, they do.” Her fingers trailed up and down the length of his arm.<br/><br/>“Cameron,” she said suddenly, propping herself up so that she could look at him, quite seriously. “What if I assigned you Hand to the Queen?”