Camilla jumped slightly. She stopped sneaking and stood up straight. She turned to look at the old housekeeper.
She forced a wide and nervous smile onto her face.
"I'm fine!" Camilla replied quickly. Her voice was slightly higher than normal. "I am perfectly fine, Uncle Murry."
She glanced nervously toward the open iron gates of the estate, checking the dark road.
"Is the general back?" Camilla asked, trying to sound casual.
Murry shook his gray head slowly.
"No, My Lady," Murry replied politely. "Not yet. He has not returned."
Camilla let out a loud sigh of relief. She placed her hand on her chest. She had beat him home. She was safe for now.
She nodded her head quickly. She needed to secure her hiding spot.
"Okay, good," Camilla said smoothly. She looked at Murry and issued a very strange command. "Have a bath prepared for me immediately. But prepare it in the guest room at the end of the east hallway."
Mr. Murry blinked. His jaw dropped open slightly.
