Gwendolyn too shared the same fear-- that she would be pressured to carry heirs borne of another man. Before the madness of the plague, her parents had already begun arranging advantageous marriages-- one of which would have transpired had the entire kingdom not bottomed out from the plague. Her council, though they would never dream of strong arming their Queen into a marriage at the moment, wouldn't wait forever. With the entire Aumari line wiped except for her, they were all in danger of an expiration of the royal line.<br/><br/>She understood all of this. She just could never envision anyone being the father of her children other than Cameron.<br/><br/>Gwendolyn curled up against Cameron's chest, her face drawn in worry but turned away from him so that he would not see and worry himself. "Dream well, my love" she whispered to him, her lips pressed to his chest in a chaste, but sweet kiss.