It was obvious he was not listening at all.
According to her chamberlain, a great national project had begun and it was larger than anything before.
It was said this would make daily life far more convenient for the people. But Camilla had no interest in such matters, nor did they concern her in the least.
For her, there was only one thing that mattered—Lord Dominic.
Even the salons she hosted and the gatherings she attended had lost their meaning.
Once, those occasions had been thrilling battlefields, every woman competing for Lord Dominic, testing one another, exchanging polite smiles while hiding sharp determination beneath.
Camilla herself had stood among them with unyielding resolve, never backing down.
It had been a true woman's war.
But now, those places had become nothing more than friendly circles, full of empty laughter and shallow chatter.
