“You will do,” Gwendolyn breathed in pleasant awe as she pulled a newly remade Cameron into her dining room. She couldn’t ever recall a time when he dressed in such a way— like regal nobility as opposed to a tireless knight, ready and poised for every worst scenario. “You certainly took my words to heart,” she marveled as her hands ran over his smoothly shaven cheeks.<br/><br/>Gwendolyn remained in mourning gowns, but had changed into a different one with delicate beading on the bodice. Her hair was even freshly coiffed and scented.<br/><br/>“You look younger without your facial hair. Was that meant to be a trick to sway him?” she whispered, laughing at the mere idea of it.