The moment Cameron left and Gwendolyn was left to bathe and dress, guilt began to weigh on her. Her family, people most precious to her, laid in the crypt, their lives snatched from them. And where had she been the night prior? Certainly not mourning them. The guilt gnawed at her the entire morning, all through her bathing and dressing, and again through her morning repast. She was no longer the husk that Cameron had found yesterday, and even her ladies noticed. There was an alertness to her eyes, a color to her cheeks and lips.<br/><br/>And yet, she remained just as quiet. It was unfair that she had forgotten them, even if only for a night.<br/><br/>At noon, just as the meeting in the Council Room was to really kick off, a knock sounded at the door. All council members turned to look as Cameron walked in, most unsurprised to find the familiar guard at their queen’s side, as he always had been. It was hard to keep her heart from leaping at the sight of him— all put together once more instead of sweaty and disheveled. How she wanted to kiss him.<br/><br/>“Sir Cameron, your timing is impeccable as always.” She glanced at the court scribe. “As of today, I would like to decree Sir Cameron Fitzroy as Hand to the Queen.”