<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I am not certain your parents would approve," Cameron said, wiping his eyes and offering her a weak smile.  "Your sister Mylisant might -- she was ever the romantic -- but I fear it would have shocked your mother.  She spent many banquets attempting to find me a suitable companion."  His smile grew more genuine.  "There was one winter -- you were, oh, nine or so -- she decided I must prefer men and not know it.  It was... interesting.  I did meet some charming young fellows, but none were well suited to me."</span></span>