Third Person POV
She sat there, huddled beneath her cloak, shivering, the night sky shining brightly overhead. She kept her head bowed down; her hair kept tucked neatly away. She wasn’t taking any chances. Not today. She bit her lip feeling chagrined. She had been so ecstatic at first, so delighted, to find that her plan had been working. The news had trickled down from the castle, that a certain Miss Rosalie had taken ill from some unknown poison and nothing that the doctor was trying was working. She was in a deep sleep that nobody could wake her up from and was slowly dying. It had taken everything inside of Misty not to shout out hallelujah when she heard the news for herself. Instead, she’d smiled brightly and began to make plans to return to the castle preparing for when she would h
