A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!-Chapter 46: I Didn’t Write Or Draw That

Then pulled it out, wrapped it in silk, and tucked it deep into the drawer again—under ribbons, under sketchpads, under a large teddy with one button eye.

’Stay quiet, please.’

Downstairs, the sound of siblings shouting over unpacking echoed through the corridors. Evelisse smiled faintly.

She pulled out a blank scroll. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Then paused.

Then opened a new drawer and pulled out a fresh journal. Gold-lined, soft-covered, new.

On the first page, she wrote:

Things I Need to Figure Out Before My Head Explodes:

1. Why do magical items like me?

2. Who was that mirror girl?

3. Am I a "Daughter of Dawn" or is that a weather forecast title?

4. What does "Echo Stone" mean?

5. How to throw a seashell into the sea without it following me back.

She capped her pen.

Tucked the journal under her pillow.

And tried to breathe.

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Later that evening, dinner was loud and comforting.

Marcus shared his sketches of Azure Bay’s ruins—half architectural wonder, half wildly inaccurate doodles of Jared getting chased by crabs.

Callum reenacted the Tide Pool Race using salt shakers and breadsticks. Lance corrected him every five seconds.

Lucien surprised them all by admitting he enjoyed the trip.

Even Aldric and Seraphina looked more relaxed than usual.

After dinner, they scattered.

Some to the library. Some to the courtyard. Evelisse retreated to her room.

She changed into her softest nightdress, curled into her covers, and reached for her bedtime book.

As she turned to her bedside table—

The drawer slid open.

On. Its. Own.

The seashell sat there.

Humming.

Faint. Soft.

But insistent.

Evelisse blinked once.

Twice.

Then calmly turned to the ceiling.

"WHY."

No reply.

She sighed, threw the blanket over her head, and whispered:

"Fluffy?"

A sleepy mumble from the window sill. "Mm?"

"It’s humming again."

"Pretend it’s singing you a lullaby," Fluffy muttered.

"Do lullabies come with creepy glowing seals?!"

"Princess, everything in your life comes with glowing seals now."

She groaned, faceplanting into her pillow.

But under the fabric, under the weight of comforters and sarcasm, she felt it:

A low vibration.

Steady. Calling.

Like the sea was knocking on her dreams.

Outside, the stars blinked softly over Florabelle.

And deep in her drawer, the seashell glowed—

Waiting. Again.

Evelisse sat up in bed, her covers slumping around her like a collapsed marshmallow fort. Her hair, a tangle of soft brown waves, drooped over one eye as she narrowed the other toward her drawer.

"I really don’t want this," she muttered under her breath, pushing back the covers.

Snugglewuff stirred at her feet, stretching with a yawn that came out in a magical puff of glitter.

"Princess, do you want me to bite it?" Fluffy asked.

"No," she whispered, patting his head. "But thank you for the offer."

Fluffy, curled on the window seat with his tail wrapped over his nose, cracked one eye open.

"You know it’s gonna keep glowing until you look."

Evelisse slid out of bed with a resigned sigh. "I just want to sleep one night without glowing things in my life."

"Unfortunately," Fluffy mumbled, "you’re a magical protagonist now. That’s not in the contract."

She opened the drawer.

The seashell glowed with an eerie soft blue, like moonlight trapped in crystal. It vibrated faintly in her palm as she picked it up, not humming now—just waiting.

She turned it over.

No markings.

Just as she was about to toss it into the bottom of her sock pile again—

Knock. Knock.

A soft knock at her door.

She jumped.

"Evie?" came Felix’s voice. "Are you awake?"

Her head popped out like a startled cupcake. "Big Brother Felix?"

"I... had another weird dream. I think I drew something strange again."

She blinked. Sat up straighter.

"...Come in."

Felix padded in, hair wild from sleep, clutching his sketchbook to his chest like it might jump out and run away.

"I couldn’t sleep," he whispered, sliding onto the end of her bed. "I kept dreaming of that cliff again. But this time... you were holding a crown."

Evelisse went still.

Felix opened his book with shaking fingers.

There it was.

A drawing.

Of her.

Drawn in soft graphite, clean and detailed. Evelisse—no older than she was now—stood in the middle of a rocky clearing, arms outstretched, wearing what looked like a crown made of stone and seaweed. Her eyes glowed faintly in the drawing.

"I didn’t draw this," he said quietly. "Not with my hand. It just... appeared after I woke up."

Her lips parted. "Maybe you dream-drew it?"

"I’ve sleep-drawn before. It’s usually chickens or weird versions of Callum as a cloud. Not this."

She stared at the image. The faint shimmer in the runes. Her own expression in the picture—serene but fierce.

She ran her fingers over the page. The ink was dry. The lines graceful, as if drawn by someone who knew her face intimately.

Her hands trembled.

"You look older in the sketch," Felix murmured. "Like... how you’ll be when you’re grown up."

’That’s just like the mirror girl,’ she thought.

Out loud, she said, "It is very pretty, but... it’s just a picture, right?"

Then flipped the page.

Another sketch.

But this time, no drawing.

Just a date.

Scrawled in tight, careful handwriting that wasn’t his.

"The day the crown awakens."

Evelisse sucked in a breath.

Felix paled. "I didn’t write that either."

There was a silence, thick and uneasy.

"...That’s weird, right?" Felix asked, trying to smile.

She nodded slowly. "That’s very, very weird."

"Should I be worried?"

"No," she said, closing the book gently. "We’re both probably just... sleepy. Magical fish fumes, remember?"

"Right. Dream fish. Totally that."

Felix gave her a side hug and stood. "Okay. Just wanted to show you. Don’t worry too much, Evie."

Finally, she straightened her spine, folding her hands politely in her lap. "Brother Felix, thank you for sharing. But... I would like to sleep now."

"You’re not freaked out?"

"I am... choosing not to be, tonight."

Felix nodded slowly. He closed the book and stood. "Okay. But if anything glows or something again—wake me up. Please."

"I will," she said softly.

After he left, Evelisse slid under the covers again and stared at the ceiling.

Then turned to the drawer.

The shell had stopped glowing.

But not humming.

"...Why are you like this," she muttered.

Fluffy rolled onto his back. "Because you touched the creepy cave crown. And now magical fate likes you."

"I hate magical fate."

"It doesn’t care."

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