<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"They are wise men," Cameron agreed, wishing it were safe to reach out and caress her cheek.  "I am glad as well -- I do not wish for trouble.  We all have more pressing concerns than infighting."<br/>
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He glanced at the sideboard where food had been served.  "My Queen... I know that you have not been eating because you lack appetite but -- it pains me to see you so... lax.  You must care for yourself.  Your country needs you."  With a glance at the door, he risked a hand on her shoulder.  "Gwen."  His voice dropped an octave.  "Hang the country -- I need you.  So please have a care for your health, aye?"</span></span>