Mirabelle made swift steps, light as feathers in their fall upon wooden flooring, and entered the library through the upper level. She was careful, exerting the utmost soul of caution when she slipped in amongst the bookshelves of the upper floor. She glanced briefly around to see if anyone was watching, before looking down into the lower level of the library and scanning the reading area. Nobody appeared to be around, although Mirabelle wagered that whoever it was perhaps may be hiding amongst the bookshelves too.

Mirabelle remained still at the thought, as she saw no need to get into any better of a viewing position. It was no less similar of situation to two mice hiding in the shadows from each other. The only way they would find one another is bumping into each other, and Mirabelle hoped that would not happen. This is the reason she despised being in the room with another spy, especially one who was of her calibre. It always made things awkward.

Mirabelle simply stood in the shadows of ancient and contemporary texts. She waited for the meeting between the king and his mysterious benefactor to commence, with patience sufficient to await the Ending if need be.