Adela's heart raced as she prepared to mount the horse, the dagger firmly in her grasp. The weight of the situation bore down on her; she knew time was running out. If she didn't act now, Camilla's life, and the fate of the entire kingdom, would be in grave danger. Just as she was about to kick her horse into motion, Carson appeared, blocking her path.
"Where are you going, Miss?" Carson asked, his voice laced with concern. "Are you in a hurry?"
Adela looked at Carson, her eyes steely with determination. Elisa stood nearby, her gaze downcast, knowing the gravity of the situation. Adela nodded, "Yes, Mr. Carson. I need to go to the castle."
Carson's brow furrowed with suspicion. "Why? What happened?"
Adela hesitated. She didn't want to reveal too much, but Carson was persistent, and she knew he would try to stop her if she didn't give him a reason. With a deep breath, she confessed, "There's a problem. If I'm late, it will be a disaster, sir."
