<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"As my Queen commands," he said with a regal and entirely formal inclination of his head -- and a twinkle in his eye.<br/>
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He did take the thought and effort necessary.  Gone was the dark tunic.  He changed instead into burgundy hose, with an ivory linen shirt and a rich brown velvet tunic.  He looked, as he gazed at himself in the mirror, like a nobleman -- like one of the Queen's Councilors.  Like a man worthy of respect, and worthy of Gwen.  He'd shaved freshly as well -- though he did that more for Gwen's sake.  He was rather hoping to get a chance to be between her thighs again, and he did not wish to leave whisker burn on her soft skin.<br/>
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When he was clean, dressed, and pressed, Cameron presented himself at her private dining room, five minute before the appointed time, and knocked once before entering.  "Will I do, my Queen?" he asked, turning in a circle for her approval.</span></span>