AUTHOR POV
Changing into a black cloak, as usual, Priscilla left the room, and went to the palace.
They agreed to meet close to the palace, as she couldn't leave at such a crucial moment.
Elara, one of the potion makers working with the queen, was waiting for her, dressed in a green shirt and white jeans. She also had herself covered with a veil.
“Miss, it's you again. You have another job for me?” she asked with a cunning smirk.
“Actually, I have a proposition for you,” Priscilla replied, her tone casual but her heart racing. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I need your help to alter the process of creating the antidote for me, prolonging the time.”
Elara paused, her interest piqued.
She turned to face Priscilla, her eyes narrowing in hesitatio
