"Camilla, I only seek to understand," James pressed, his voice tinged with an underlying sense of urgency. "Our bond has grown a bit, and I wish to offer my support. If there are conflicts that lie between you and Adela, I want to help mend them."
Camilla's lips curled into a faint smile, a deceptive glimmer in her eyes. She had grown accustomed to weaving intricate webs of deception, masking the truth beneath layers of half-truths and falsehoods. At that moment, she made a calculated choice to maintain her facade and shield the darker truths that lived within her.
"Prince, there is no conflict between Adela and me," Camilla replied, her voice steady. "We have merely grown apart and pursued different paths in our journey. It is natural for friendships to evolve and change with time."