A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!-Chapter 62: Whispers Beneath the Starlight

Evelisse faked a smile and nodded in agreement.

But deep down?

She was brimming with discontent and suspicion as she took a glimpse of the elegant and unblemished face of Caelith.

’Allowed?! Hmph!’

Prince Caelith turned to the announcer. "May I participate in the final challenge?"

The crowd stirred again.

The announcer blinked. "But, Your Highness... the final match is a team round."

Caelith gestured calmly. "Then I shall join *her* team." He pointed directly at Evelisse.

Evelisse choked on her spit.

Lucien raised an eyebrow. "Has there been some sort of initial interaction between you two before today?"

"Not even a *little*!" Evelisse squeaked.

Fluffy began making kissy noises.

She swatted it into her sleeve. Pretending to have been disturbed by some insects circling her sleeve.

The announcer hesitated, then looked over to the duchess, then to the King and Queen—then nodded after gaining their approval. "As the royal guest, you may select a team. Final round: The Starclimb Relay."

Gasps.

Children whispered. Adults leaned in. Musicians quieted their chords.

Round Five: **The Starclimb**.

A floating obstacle race across illusionary steps—stars, clouds, light paths—toward a hovering lantern. Whoever reached it first and lit it with their magic or charm would win.

Evelisse stood, brushing invisible crumbs off her dress.

Prince Caelith offered his hand.

She stared at it like it might explode.

He tilted his head slightly. The silver eyes softened. "Please."

She sighed. Took it out of sheer *royal obligation.* His palm was cool. Firm. Not clammy. And it annoyed her.

’Please let this *not* be something other than a caring usual gesture by Prince Caelith,’ she thought grimly.

They stood on the glowing platform. The magic beneath their feet surged to life.

3...

2...

1...

The stars appeared.

Floating. Twinkling. A path of light suspended in air.

Caelith leapt first.

Evelisse followed.

Behind them, others ran, leaping across clouds and sparks.

Halfway through the course, Evelisse nearly slipped on a glitter trap—a harmless but tripping enchantment.

Caelith caught her wrist midair.

"Careful," he murmured. "You’re lighter than the wind."

Her tiara flared magenta.

’No. Absolutely not.’

She yanked her arm. "I *ate noodles*!"

He smiled. It was—distracting.

She leapt ahead, refusing help.

Another step. She twirled, narrowly dodging a spin trap. Caelith mirrored her movement with ease.

He smiled. "You’re more graceful than the rumors said."

’Rumors? Who has rumors about me already?!’

They reached the final ledge.

The lantern hovered just above.

Evelisse stepped forward.

Then paused.

Caelith made no move.

"Aren’t you going to—"

"You first," he said gently. "This is your first festival here, am I correct."

"Uhhh..."

Evelisse stared.

She touched the lantern.

It burst into golden fire, trailing ribbons of light into the sky.

The crowd erupted.

Cheers.

Drums.

Confetti spells.

"Winner: Princess Evelisse of the Royal House of Aldric!"

But Evelisse made a pout.

’He let me win.’

Fluffy nodded. "Obvious as a cute princess in a tiara that’s won his attention."

Evelisse was hauled into the air by magic cushions. Her brothers caught her as she tumbled, laughing.

Caelith descended calmly behind her, greeted with a dozen adoring bows from the crowd.

The royal family rose as one.

Aldric stepped forward. "Prince Caelith. It honors us to be a part of this festival alongside my family."

Caelith bowed. "Your Majesty. I bring not just gifts but greetings from Elaris."

Seraphina stepped forward next. "I see your mother in your grace. And your father in your charisma."

Caelith’s lips twitched slightly. "He’ll consider that a compliment, I’m sure."

One by one, the brothers greeted him with varying degrees of warmth, suspicion, and teasing.

Then Caelith turned to Evelisse.

They stood apart.

Too many eyes.

But beneath the sound of celebration, as drums and music filled the air—

He reached for her hand.

Evelisse hesitated.

He took it lightly, cool fingers brushing her own.

Then he leaned in, whispering, "I’ve seen you before somewhere... but it wasn’t in this life, now was it?"

Evelisse stiffened.

"What?"

He continued, voice barely a breeze, "I can tell how it feels to be trapped in your body... by something you can’t say or explain. Confined. Alone. Watching your hair fall out in handfuls. Wondering if the stars have answers. Do you still wonder?"

She froze.

The world stopped spinning.

Because those weren’t just poetic words.

They were *hers*.

From her previous life.

From a hospital bed.

From the night she thought she’d die.

Caelith... knew.

He knew *Emily.*

Before she could speak, the crowd roared.

The King clapped. The Queen smiled.

And Caelith simply bowed.

Softly.

Silently.

Like he’d been waiting a long, long time.

Evelisse felt her heart punch against her ribs.

Fluffy whispered, "That boy is either a seer... or something even I don’t understand."

’What do I do?’ she thought.

Then Caelith looked at her again.

And smiled.

"Hello again," he mouthed.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Around them, the music soared and laughter rang, but it all sounded like background static. Like the muffled buzz of a dream.

The lantern lights flickered in the breeze, casting soft golden halos around them. Evelisse’s breath hitched. Her stomach did a strange turn—not the butterflies everyone always gushed about in fairytales, but more like a flock of startled pigeons.

She forced a smile, one she knew was wobbly and confused. "Your Highness. Thank you for the match."

He didn’t answer with words. Just a nod. His silver eyes held something ancient, something sad—and somehow, she *knew* it wasn’t just about winning a game or making an impression.

Lucien’s voice snapped her from the haze. "Eve?"

She blinked. He stood only a few feet away, frowning.

"Is something wrong? Are you hurt anywhere?" He questioned, squatting to have a closer look at her troubled face."

Evelisse forced a smile and shook her head. Internally scared that if she spoke, it might come out cracked and disturbed.

’Please let any of my brothers come rescue me from this awkward situation!!’ She silently prayed.

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