All good Kings and Queens were loved by their people. But Cameron was the only one in the world at that moment who could understand what it was Gwendolyn was going through. He loved her parents as if they were his own siblings, treated her brothers and sisters as if they were his nieces and nephews, and had been her personal guardian angel. She held him tight as he sobbed, her eyes squeezed shut tight. How oddly circular it was for her to finally be big enough to comfort him when he needed it.<br/><br/>“I miss them as well... but they must have guided you back home safely to me. They knew that I would need you.”<br/><br/>She didn’t want to invite the ladies back to court, if she was perfectly honest with herself. The only living person that mattered to her in that palace had shifted to Cameron. “I am sure my ladies are happy to be free of this room. They have been given orders to lift my spirits and now follow me around with their own cacophony of instruments. I suspect they tire of trying to entertain a statue.” And really, what did she care anymore of some eyebrow raising? She was the queen of a dying kingdom. The councilors could have their eyebrows perpetually nestled in their hairline for all she cared.<br/><br/>Gwendolyn didn’t move to pull herself out of Cameron’s grip. If anything, she was soothed by his closeness and the gentle hand on her back. “I will always wish for your presence, Cam. I’ve prayed to the Gods every night for your safe return.” She smiled softly up at him before her eyes flickered appraisingly across his face. “You must be tired. Have you slept since arriving?”