<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Kyrion sighed.  "No, I have not, lass.  But I have seen plenty of young men and women make an unwise choise while deep in grief."  He released her hands and turned to Cameron.  "And you, Cameron?" <br/>
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The knight blinked.  "What of me?"<br/>
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"Is this your choice, or is it duty?"  Flabbergasted, Cameron stared at him.  "Have you chosen this with a knowing heart?  You cannot claim her in front of your peers -- will not be able to marry her," he added quietly.  "You can never give her your name -- and if you sire children on her, you will likely never be able to claim them, either.  Are you choosing this because you want it -- or because you want not to hurt anymore?"<br/>
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Cameron's mouth was hanging half open.  "Hang it all, man, do you think I have not thought of that?  I said much of this to Gwen when we -- we have discussed it, at least in brief."  To his horror, Cameron felt his cheeks pinken just a little -- they'd been fairly involved when they discussed it, after all.  "I have always loved her," he continued softly.  "It has not diminished with time -- only changed.  There is no one else I would risk this for -- no one else worth it."</span></span>