Camilla's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and mischief. "Oh, prince, you have been blind to the forces at play. These stones you covet hold more than mere power. They hold the key to unlocking the ancient magic that binds our world."
Camilla lied to him because she enjoyed playing with James. It could be wrong to say that it was Camilla; actually, it was Anesthesia. Anesthesia had authority over Camilla.
James, captivated by Camilla's words and with his heart racing with anticipation, looked at her with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "Tell me, Camilla, what is this ancient magic you speak of? What power do these stones truly possess?"
Camilla chuckled softly, relishing the opportunity to manipulate James's desires. "Oh, dear prince, the secrets they hold are far beyond mortal comprehension. They grant immortality, everlasting power, and the ability to control the very fabric of existence."
