<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"It should perhaps bother me, how young you loved me," Cameron chuckled, running his hand through her curls.  "I find it... oddly charming."  He kissed the closest skin to his mouth, letting out a content hum.  "I suppose it is only fair to admit that I have loved you for most of your life -- though in very different ways." <br/>
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Though he didn't want to interrupt -- their time was not their own.  "When are you expected to dine?" he asked quietly.  "I should absent myself -- I need to bathe and change clothes before reporting to the Knight Commander."  He kissed the side of her head.  "Would you perchance know if these quarters connect to the secret passage behind those your parents shared?"</span></span>