The crack in Kyrion's demeanor was what made Gwendolyn also drop her's. She released a slow breath through her nose as she looked pleadingly across the table to Kyrion, her hand nervously moving to take Cameron's in a silent confirmation.<br/><br/>"Kyrion," she said, her voice soft, yet unwavering, "it is of course by my own choice. There is a reason why I was never interested in any suitors or in pursuing any dalliances." Gwendolyn shook her head. "Nothing has changed. I have always held affection in my heart for Sir Cameron-- one that I've painfully kept hidden from my own family, and as of recently, from him." She squeezed Cameron's hand very briefly before releasing him and reaching across the table to place both hands atop of Kyrion's.<br/><br/>"Please understand... that I have loved him for far longer than is appropriate. It is not his weakness, but my own." Alarming tears burned at her eyes against her will and she rushed to dot away at them with the sleeve of her dress. "I have always respected you and your role in supporting my father. I do think it would break my heart if you did not support me in this."