<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron savored that last kiss for half a second longer than he should have, then disappeared down the passageway towards his own quarters.  It took too long, but he didn't want to pop out early and startle some innocent servant... or have to explain his state of dishabille to one, either.<br/>
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He bathed and dressed and reported to Sir Donovan, who was relieved to add another Knight to the rolls of those protecting the Queen.  "I would not be too hasty for formal assignment," Cameron cautioned.  He would not precede Gwen's announcement, but he did not wish to disturb the Knight Commander's schedule more than strictly necessary.<br/>
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"Aye," the man agreed, rubbing his chin.  "Her Majesty will wish you to be at her side, methinks.  See if you can get her to eat, aye?  She might listen to you."<br/>
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"I shall endeavor to do so," Cameron agreed, bowing respectfully.<br/>
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He busied himself with the mundanity of knighthood -- checking on his warhorse, repairing his armor, and putting in an hour's practice in the training ring.  More would be better, of course -- but he did not wish to appear before the Queen's Council sweaty.  Thusly, he bathed a second time and changed into dark blue... dark to respect the grief in the Palace, but not black as he was not mourning his appointment -- and knocked twice on the door to the Council chamber precisely at noon.</span></span>