<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Kyrion raised an eyebrow at Gwen, then chuckled.  "Had I any need of confirmation that you do not pay much attention to gossip, my Queen... it is not tavern <i>wenches</i> I chased.  I left those for strapping lads like Cameron here."  The Seneschal winked at Cameron.<br/>
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The newly appointed Hand to the Queen choked on his wine.  "Great Merciful Gods, Kyrion -- "<br/>
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"Oh, pfft.  I have a quite lovely young man of my own already," Kyrion waved a hand.  "I was teasing you, Cameron."  He eyed the knight appraisingly.  "You need to relax.  Serving on the Council can be hard on one, Sir Knight -- I suggest that you find a way to ease the stresses."<br/>
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"I have one," Cameron murmured.  "But I fear it will not be... a welcome one, to you."</span></span>