<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Kyrion has never struck me as the kind of man to say one thing and mean another," Cameron said thoughtfully.  "Were he to draw his sword, I would have expected him to already have done so.  That Master of the Horse -- I did not catch his name -- now he looked the sort to skulk around behind one's back."<br/>
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He leaned into her touch.  "You never did realize how much those around you adored you," he said fondly.  "Your mother used to tell me that you always assumed that a smile was directed at the person next to you, never to yourself.  My silly, beautiful Gwen -- of course he wants your happiness.  We all do, though-- I will admit -- I would prefer to be the only one which delivers it in this particular manner."</span></span>