<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Recognizing the same stubborn streak her father had possessed, Cameron gave up trying to dissuade her from seeing to his meal.  "Very well.  Will you eat with me, bright heart?"  If she would not see to her own comfort, perhaps he could tackle it with his own.  "A meal shared is tastier -- and I find I am not yet ready to part ways."  He patted her hand, then tipped his head briefly to rest against hers.  <br/>
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There were plenty of people in the palace -- and many eyes that fell upon them -- but few who would speak of any impropriety.  The general air was that any joy to be found in this darkness was to be nurtured, no matter how small... and no matter how unconventional.  Cameron knew that attitude would not last, but he would take advantage of it now to comfort his little Princess.</span></span>