For a long moment, Gwendolyn pondered over this. She was half tempted to ask Cameron to speak to Kyrion alone without her. She was Queen, but she was also a dignified lady-- speaking on the matters of her private life with another man was something she didn't necessarily feel as if she<i>needed </i>to do. But her presence would, hopefully, the convey the seriousness with which would be required of Kyrion. "Together. Though, you may need to lead this particular conversation." She cleared her throat. "I'm hoping my presence would lend credibility to your words."<br/><br/>Her heart felt warm knowing that Cameron wished to someday have a child with her. Vaguely, she wondered if their doings the night before and that morning were enough-- the risk was terrifying, but oddly exhilarating. As Cameron neared ever closer, she took a small breath in, her lips just grazing his. "I believe I will pray as well," she murmured before their lips met in a kiss-- longer and more indulgent than the chaste pecks they dared steal prior.