<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"There had best be at least one more who knows," Kyrion said crisply.  "Neither Leticia nor I are a Healer -- and I do not wish to have to explain a certain condition to the Queen's Council in the near future.  Must I be more plain?"<br/>
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"Spare my nerves, please -- no," Cameron groaned.  He rubbed his forehead.  "Leticia can direct Gwen to a cleric who need not know my identity.  Gracious, Kyrion, I had no idea you were so blunt."<br/>
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The Lord Seneschal snorted.  "I typically am not -- but this is not a conversation for delicate sensibilities."  He eyed Gwen.  "I know that you value Cameron for more than his good looks -- and I know that your father trusted him a great deal as well.  But when others find out of your relationship, they will assume that his position on the Council is as a result of his position in your bed -- so you'd best be prepared for it."<br/>
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"No one will--"<br/>
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"Do not be so foolish, Cameron.  No secret lasts forever.  Keep that in mind as well, your Majesty."</span></span>