A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!-Chapter 59: Festival Of Stars

Duchess Marivelle’s coastal estate sat atop glimmering cliffs that faced the sea, wrapped in vines of starbloom and pearlfruit trees.

The duchy was breathtaking.

Hanging glass lanterns floated in the air above the cobbled square. Bunting streamed between turrets. Magical lights swirled overhead like falling stars frozen mid-descent. Children ran through bubbles shaped like tiny creatures. Music rang in spirals from unseen musicians, and the scent of roasted nuts and candied cloudberries filled the air.

"It’s a dream," Evelisse whispered.

"It’s home for the weekend," Seraphina replied warmly.

But Evelisse’s eyes flicked to the shadows just outside the festival ring.

There—just for a second—a flicker of movement.

A cloak.

Then gone.

Fluffy’s voice was a breath. "I saw it too."

’...Who watches a festival like that?’

"Someone who hates joy."

Lucien reached for her hand as they exited the carriage. "Stay close."

Evelisse nodded. The tiara flickered again.

Not gold.

Not pink.

But icy blue.

And not hers.

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Servants in navy and gold welcomed them with garlands and music.

Evelisse took a deep breath.

The air smelled like honeyed salt and lavender.

She was escorted to her guest suite—a room draped in navy silks and glass stars that rotated above her bed.

"Royal dream decor," she whispered.

Fluffy flopped on a pillow. "I approve."

That evening, the courtyard became a festival of lights.

Children ran in enchanted costumes—foxes, moons, dragons—and nobles danced in laughter-filled circles.

Felix handed Evelisse a glowing paintbrush. "Lantern painting contest?"

"Yes please!"

She painted a fox holding a sword riding a comet. It won first prize in the ’Most Emotionally Confused Animal’ category.

Seraphina laughed till she had to sit down.

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The Festival of Stars had officially begun.

Bright bursts of harmless magical fireworks fizzled above the square, shimmering down in the shapes of shooting stars and animal constellations. Evelisse was immediately swept into a whirlwind of laughter, cheers, and activities that buzzed around her like glittering bees.

"One coin for jelly bean archery!" a vendor called.

"Name a star, win a prize!" shouted another.

A tall elf juggled glow-orbs while standing on a unicycle. A goblin vendor handed out cotton candy shaped like constellations—hers looked like a cat doing a dance.

Evelisse took it with both hands, blinking. "It looks like it’s doing the cha-cha."

"It is," the goblin said proudly. "That’s Sir Whisker Dancer."

She curtsied solemnly. "A noble title."

The vendor snorted. "You get five points just for manners, kid."

Evelisse gave a bashful smile and skipped back to her family’s section of the lantern square. Her feet padded softly on cobblestones that sparkled faintly under the evening sky, where streaks of warm orange and dreamy indigo tangled like ribbon.

The Festival of Stars had begun in full.

Lanterns hovered in the air like fireflies on a sugar high. Couples danced barefoot beneath archways draped in starlight silk. Musicians played harps that glowed with threads of light instead of strings.

Children wore enchanted cloaks that flickered between animals—a rabbit, a phoenix, a wolf pup—while racing between booths and floating games.

Evelisse twirled.

Her tiara gleamed like sun-dipped crystal, shifting colors with her mood. It shimmered lilac now—a color of calm, warmth, a little wonder.

She was beginning to love it here.

A soft trumpet blared from the town gates.

People hushed. Heads turned.

The royal guards parted the crowd—and into view stepped a tall figure in royal blue with silver trim and a crown gleaming beneath the lanternlight.

"Father!" Evelisse squealed.

King Aldric walked with purpose, smiling as he scanned the crowd. He spotted Evelisse and paused mid-step, arms already open.

"My little star," he said as she flew into his embrace.

"You’re late!" she scolded, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Only fashionably," he replied. "I had to stop by the duchess’s vineyard. They said you’d forgive me if I brought fizzy grape nectar."

"I might forgive you," she sniffed. "Depending on how fizzy."

The crowd chuckled softly at their exchange.

Behind Aldric, Duchess Marivelle approached. Her pearl-draped gown shimmered like ocean mist. She bowed slightly to Seraphina, who nodded in return.

"My Queen," she greeted warmly. "And my most esteemed young royals."

The duchess turned to each brother in turn.

"Prince Lucien—still the stalwart guardian. Prince Jared—wearing trouble like perfume. Prince Callum—your art at last year’s gala still hangs in my private room. Prince Marcus—have the singing tulips bloomed?"

"Twice, this spring," Marcus said, bowing lightly.

"Prince Leo and Prince! Lance—the terrors of my training courtyard."

"We’ve only broken one sword this month," Leo said.

"Maybe two," Lance muttered behind him.

"And Prince Felix," she finished, her voice softer. "I trust your heart still finds beauty in silence."

Felix looked up, surprised. "It tries."

She smiled gently. "That is enough." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Marivelle looked to Evelisse. "And you must be the beautiful yet cute princess who I failed to see during my travels."

Evelisse curtseyed, as properly as her fluffy shoes allowed. "Thank you for having us, Duchess Marivelle. Your duchy is most wondrous."

The Duchess beamed. "And so polite! Tell me, child, what’s been your favorite part of the day?"

"Sir Whisker Dancer," Evelisse said without hesitation, holding up her cha-cha-ing cotton candy cat. "He’s very talented."

Marivelle laughed with a hand to her chest. "He certainly is."

"And what of our Royal Highnesses?" she asked, turning to the boys.

Lucien simply nodded. "A lovely celebration. We’re grateful."

Jared nudged Felix. "He means he cried over a constellation made of fire last night."

"Did not."

Felix clutched his chest dramatically. "It was majestic."

Callum gave a peaceful nod. "I liked the mural painting."

Lance piped up, "We raced enchanted koi in the moat!"

Leo added, "I won."

"You cheated!"

"Not in front of nobility," Marcus muttered, sipping calmly from a cup of evening tea.

The Duchess smiled at them all. "You are a rare family, Your Majesty. It warms me to see you all together."

Seraphina’s smile flickered, almost imperceptibly. "It’s a gift we don’t take for granted."

Evelisse, curious, blinked up. "Duchess Marivelle, do you make wishes too?"

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