<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I have many faults, your Majesty," Cam demurred -- defaulting to her title in the presence of the handmaiden.  "Oh, good gracious... pheasant stew would be most welcome indeed.  Though it would indeed have been better to hear that my Queen had eaten hours ago," he chided.<br/>
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Once comfortably ensconced in the library, he leaned forward to brush his hand over hers.  "Methinks it is not the corset which prevented you from eating.  I dislike it -- but I understand.  I do believe meals shared are easier to partake of... there have been times indeed when I put off my own supper rather than dine alone.  You do not need to suffer that any longer, bright heart."  His voice dropped into something deeper, more intimate.  "You are not alone."</span></span>