Not my concern

Adela's concerns deepened. She had heard rumors about Prince James's ambitions and his penchant for manipulation. His web of intrigue extended far and wide, and anyone who ventured too close risked becoming entangled in his schemes.

Anesthesia was playing a dangerous game for her own gain, and she was using Camilla's body so perfectly.

As Adela discreetly followed Camilla through the inn's dimly lit corridors, her heart raced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. She couldn't shake the feeling that Camilla's actions were wrong, and she was determined to uncover the truth. She spotted Francis going near Camilla and said something.