Gwendolyn breathed a small sigh of relief in knowing that the others knew Cameron to be as capable as she did. She’d been worried that there would’ve been some protests, but this council of men had worked with her father since she had been small— much like Cameron had. They all were fully aware of the importance the knight held to her. There was no time for envy when the queen needed to be saved.<br/><br/>“We certainly can,” she said before beckoning over an attendant, quietly requesting for some sort of food to be sent to the Council Room. Certainly, with time needed to fully debrief Cameron and for Gwendolyn to speak on matters she worried over, they would be there for some time.<br/><br/>“Gentlemen, with that matter now passed and with Sir Fitzroy now joined with us, I’d like to inquire on the status of the cure.”<br/><br/>The room’s energy shifted immediately. She took their silence as her answer. Gwendolyn remained still and resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands.<br/><br/>“Ah. Well, how many this week then?”<br/><br/>“Forty, your Majesty, and that’s just within the capital.”