<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron cut himself a bite to eat, and then a second which he held out for Gwen.  He was consciously imitating patterns from her childhood, and a quick glance at her councilors said they recognized and approved of the gambit.  Had she been less stubborn -- or less thin -- he'd have found a more tactful way to get her to eat.  <br/>
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He continued speaking as though there absolutely nothing out of the ordinary about feeding his queen from his fork.  "If you've got Tyvek Masters on the case, a Sakira, and one of the Fens -- then we should be in fine fettle indeed.  I might make it a point to introduce myself -- or rather, reintroduce."  He'd known Tyvek before, but not in this capacity.  "How else fares the Palace, Lord Kyrion?"<br/>
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As Lord Seneschal, the management and organization of the Palace fell to Kyrion.  There was very little which happened within its walls that the redoubtable man was not aware -- and Cameron made a mental note to befriend the man, for the inevitable moment when his affair with Gwen was uncovered.  "Morale is still low," the seneschal admitted.  No one was surprised by this.  "Though -- if I may be so bold, your Majesty -- seeing the light in your eyes now that Sir Fitzroy has returned will be a welcome boost to that morale."</span></span>