<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"It is not a weakness--" Cameron started to protest, and Kyrion silenced him again with nothing more than a glare.<br/>
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By the time his eyes returned to Gwen, they were softer.  "Gwen.  I want to believe you -- I do.  I want to believe that you have found some light in the midst of all this darkness but... lass, he is old enough to be your father."<br/>
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"Barely, but--"<br/>
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"Cameron Conall Fitzroy, be <i>silent</i>," Kyrion hissed.  Cameron immediately snapped his mouth shut -- he hadn't even known that Kyrion knew his middle name, much less would use it.  "I will deal with you in a moment."  When Cameron grudgingly -- and silently -- nodded, Kyrion returned his attention to Gwen.  "I speak now as I would to my own family -- to my own niece.  Lass... you will not be able to moon over him in public, or to wear his ring.  You cannot dedicate love poems to him and ask the bards to sing in his name.  Do you love him enough to keep this a secret?"</span></span>