A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!-Chapter 58: Tiaras and Suspicions

Evelisse leaned in, nose wrinkling with interest. "What were you going to tell me?"

Seraphina smirked in a way that made Evelisse suspicious in the best possible way. "There’s going to be a Festival of Stars. And to celebrate—" freewebnøvel_com

Evelisse gasped dramatically. "Royal Games Day?!"

Seraphina’s eyes sparkled. "Exactly."

"A whole day with no boring nobles?!"

"Not a single scroll of trade agreements in sight."

Evelisse clutched her heart. "You are the best queen ever."

"I try," Seraphina said, sipping her tea. "The Festival of Stars is only a few days away. We’ll be traveling to Duchess Marivelle’s duchy by the coast. The family will stay together, there will be a starlight parade, sky lanterns, moon-tide sweets—"

"Moon-tide sweets?" Evelisse squeaked.

"Pastries dusted with starlight sugar and sea-salt caramel."

"I am a child and I demand twenty."

"You’ll get three."

"Six and I won’t tell anyone you fell asleep during Father’s speech last week."

Seraphina raised a brow. "Four. And I’ll deny everything."

"Deal."

Fluffy blinked from inside Evelisse’s braid. "You two are dangerously effective negotiators."

’Obviously,’ Evelisse thought. ’We’re royalty.’

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The next few days passed in a flurry of preparations.

Lanterns enchanted to shimmer like constellations floated through the halls as servants scurried with bolts of star-threaded fabric. Evelisse tried on four different festival gowns before settling on one dyed the color of twilight, with tiny silver threads that gleamed whenever she twirled.

Jared barged into her fitting with a crown of floating paper stars. "I demand you wear this, little sis."

"It looks like an exploding pompom."

"Exactly."

She considered it. "I shall wear it to breakfast. You’ll owe me three of your pastries."

"Agreed."

Meanwhile, Lucien grew quieter. More watchful.

He summoned Evelisse to the library one afternoon and slid a parchment across the table.

"These symbols—on the scroll you showed Mother. They originate from the Western Reach."

’Mother told Brother Lucien.’

Evelisse tilted her head. "That’s... not good, is it?"

Lucien tapped the parchment. "The Western Reach is known for memory sigils and deception glyphs. It means the message may not have been meant to be read by just anyone. It may change... depending on the reader."

"You think it wasn’t for me?"

Lucien’s jaw tightened. "I think someone wanted you to find it. And I don’t think they wanted our parents involved."

Evelisse looked down, fingers curling over her skirt. "That’s scary."

Lucien placed a hand over hers. "That’s why I’m glad you told mother. That’s what matters. I sorta overheard you two discussing, and caught a glimpse of the scroll, and I had to get some information on where it could have been sent from."

’He’s worried,’ Evelisse thought. ’He won’t say it aloud, but he is.’

Fluffy hovered over the open book nearby. "We’ll watch your back. All eight of us."

’Seven brothers and one fluffy fox. Pretty decent odds.’

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The courtyard was alive with laughter, ribbons, and clumsy attempts at musical flair. Musicians tuned instruments while horses in braided manes snorted clouds into the morning air. Courtiers bustled, servants fluttered, and guards flanked the carriages in gleaming formation.

Evelisse descended the palace steps with all the grace a seven-year-old could muster while also trying not to trip on her sparkly hem. Her brothers fanned out around her like chaotic celestial bodies.

Seraphina stood near the largest carriage, smiling faintly, hands clasped in front of her. Her dress shimmered like starlight on water, but her gaze kept flicking—searching the crowd.

Aldric had yet to arrive.

"Mommy!" Evelisse ran up, hugging her mother’s waist with practiced elegance. "I am dressed, adorned, and suspicious."

Seraphina chuckled. "As any princess should be."

Then she bent down, speaking lower. "Irelia has already sent for a cloaked tracker. No one will know what you’ve shared, darling. But if something dangerous hides behind sweets and silk... we’ll find it."

Evelisse looked down. ’I’m not ready to lose the marzipan brothers again... but I am ready to throw them at an enemy if needed.’

The Queen straightened. "Your father would join us soon. Now, into the carriage before Leo starts juggling weapons again."

"I ONLY DROPPED A DAGGER TWICE," came Leo’s defensive voice from somewhere nearby.

They all piled into the royal carriage. Velvet cushions, floating floral charms that puffed scents depending on mood, and soft magical lighting made the ride feel like sitting inside a dreamy candy store.

Jared flopped dramatically onto one seat. "We ride to diplomacy’s least threatening cousin: festival games."

Lucien muttered, "You’re going to do something stupid."

"I’m going to win stupidly."

Seraphina raised an eyebrow. "You do remember you all represent the crown, yes?"

"Absolutely, Your Majesty," Jared said. "That’s why I’ve already bribed the Pie Toss vendor."

Seraphina playfully looked like she regretted having children.

Evelisse leaned forward. "Mommy, is there truly going to be a Pie Toss booth?"

"Yes, darling. And a spinning teacup race, firefly maze, and jelly bean archery."

"I shall defeat all my brothers in jelly bean combat," Evelisse declared.

Lance leaned in. "I once won that event using only three beans."

"I once choked on that event," Callum added dryly.

The carriage rolled through the gates and out onto the open road, heading toward the Duchy of Astrael—famous for its night markets, sky lanterns, and ancient floating star mirrors.

As they passed farmlands and forested hills, Evelisse watched through the window. The tiara glowed gently—a soft golden hue.

Then flickered.

A single pulse.

Pale silver.

Fluffy peeked out from her sleeve. "That wasn’t your mood."

’I was thinking about pancakes.’

"Exactly. That flicker wasn’t you."

Evelisse narrowed her eyes and leaned slightly toward Lucien.

"Brother Lucien... what would cause an enchanted item to glow if it wasn’t reacting to the wearer?"

Lucien didn’t look at her. Just kept watching the landscape.

"If the object was listening," he said softly. "Or if it was reacting to something else in range."

Evelisse swallowed. ’So either it’s alive, or it’s spying.’

Fluffy whispered, "I told you tiaras were suspicious fashion statements."

The rest of the ride was filled with chatter and debate over who would win the three-legged race, until the carriage turned around the final bend—

And Evelisse gasped.

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