A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!
Chapter 13: Seeing Mother, The Queen

Chapter 13: Seeing Mother, The Queen

The next morning arrived like a soft sigh against her cheeks, the sunlight slipping in through pastel curtains and painting the room with warm golds and sleepy pinks. Evelisse’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her head half-buried in a pillow that now bore the imprint of her tangled hair.

"Ugh," she groaned, voice scratchy. "I look like I fought a thundercloud."

Fluffy appeared above her, arms crossed, ears twitching. "You look like a squirrel built its kingdom on your head."

Evelisse smirked and stretched, yawning like a lazy kitten. "Good. The squirrel owes me rent."

She sat up fully, blinking at her reflection in the wall mirror. A frizzy, brilliant nest of red hair sat proudly on her head, a chaotic crown that defied all sense of order. Her cheeks were still flushed from sleep, and her nightgown was twisted like she’d spun in her dreams.

But Evelisse didn’t care.

She ran a hand through her messy curls and whispered, "I’m not bald. I’m not wired to machines. And I’m not on that hospital bed."

Her chest swelled with gratitude. ’Whatever this life is... I’ll cherish every second of it.’

Fluffy twirled above her and perched on her head like a fuzzy tiara. "Your kingdom of fluff awaits, Princess Disaster."

"Then long may I reign," she muttered with a grin. "Call it art."

Fluffy flipped mid-air, amused. "Should I start auctioning locks of it to nobles? Limited edition princess strands."

"Gotta pay for all this fluff somehow," she said with a yawn.

A knock interrupted them.

"Princess Evelisse?" came Marta’s voice.

She turned to Fluffy with a mock glare. "Mask on. Activate baby mode."

Fluffy giggled. "Sweet cinnamon roll incoming."

In an instant, Evelisse threw on her innocent face. "Coming!" she called sweetly, her voice slipping into that soft, sugar-spun tone the palace adored.

Marta opened the door and paused mid-step. "Oh dear heavens—what happened to your hair, your highness?"

Evelisse beamed up at her. "I had a royal battle with the dream realm. It won."

[♡ Affection Points Increased: +2]

[Total points accumulated so far: 7♡]

Marta laughed and guided her gently to the bath chamber.

Warm water scented with rose petals awaited in the bathing chamber. Marta washed her hair with care, fingers combing through the tangles as Evelisse giggled under her breath.

She closed her eyes while Marta poured warm water down her back. "Remind me again why queens give up bathing like this?"

Marta chuckled. "Because little princesses like you hog the best soaps."

"Unapologetically."

After her bath, Evelisse was towel-dried, dressed in a fresh ivory dress with gold-threaded accents, and her hair was tamed into loose waves.

She was given a light breakfast—flaky croissants, lemon jam, and apple slices drizzled in honey.

Fluffy floated nearby, munching on a miniature croissant no one else could see. "I give this meal a fluff rating of eight stars."

"The rating stars are usually five," Evelisse whispered behind her napkin.

[♡ Affection Points Increased: +1]

[Total points accumulated so far: 8♡]

Soon, it was time for her lessons.

Fluffy floated lazily above. "Time for the dragon."

"She’s not a dragon," Evelisse whispered back. "She’s a basilisk with a powdered wig."

They stopped in front of the polished oak doors of the etiquette chamber. Marta curtsied and slipped away, and a second later, the doors creaked open.

Madam Hildegarde awaited inside, spine straight as a blade. Her silver hair was pulled into a bun so tight it could cut glass, and her sharp eyes fixed instantly on Evelisse.

"Good morning, Your Highness," she said with the usual stiff bow.

"Good morning, Madam Hildegarde," Evelisse replied sweetly, curtsying just right.

The instructor blinked. "Better. You remembered to tuck your thumb."

’Ha! Take that, powdered basilisk.’

The session flew by. Evelisse poured imaginary tea without spilling a drop, held her fork at the correct angle, and bowed with appropriate angles.

By the end, Madam Hildegarde adjusted her glasses. "Your progress is commendable, Princess. Keep it up."

[♡ Affection Points Increased: +3]

[Total points accumulated so far: 11♡]

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Outside the lesson room, a flash of movement caught her eye.

Lucien.

He stood half-hidden behind a marble column, arms crossed, watching. When their eyes met, he vanished down the hall.

In the reflection of a tall window, she caught Jared leaning against the staircase banister, glancing her way before turning and pretending to fix his cuffs.

Callum sat on a bench nearby, whispering behind a book he clearly wasn’t reading.

In the west garden, Marcus, while tending flowers, peeked through the leaves.

Lance and Leo were the worst—hiding behind the pillar, arguing in whispers about who was breathing louder.

Even Felix, the most obvious of them all, was crouched under the table during tea, pretending to search for a ’napkin.’

They were spying.

’Are they... checking if I’m okay? Or if I remember something?’ she wondered. ’They’re all so bad at hiding it too.’

She lifted her cup and giggled daintily.

"Oops! I almost spilled!"

A synchronized exhale echoed from the hedges, the hallway, and under the table.

[New Reward Unlocked: "Heartwarming Aura – Your presence soothes and reassures those who care about you. Minor healing effect for emotional distress. +100% affection gain from direct family monthly."]

[♡ Affection Points Increased: +700]

[Total points accumulated so far: 711♡]

’Fluffy,’ she thought. ’This is dangerously addictive.’

"That’s the fluff life, Princess."

Fluffy buzzed beside her ear. "Look at you go. Kingdom’s sweetheart and accidental spy detector."

Evelisse smiled sweetly. ’Better this than them asking questions I can’t answer.’

The moment shattered when a composed voice approached. A woman in deep burgundy robes and braided silver hair stepped forward.

She bowed respectfully to Evelisse, then turned to Madam Hildegarde and the brothers with an apologetic tone. "Forgive the interruption. I’m Lady Irelia, newly appointed lady-in-waiting to Her Highness. The Queen requests an urgent meeting with her daughter."

Madam Hildegarde stiffened. "May I ask the nature of the urgency?"

Lady Irelia lowered her voice. "I was instructed to say only that it concerns a private matter known only to the Queen."

Lucien stepped forward immediately. "Should she be accompanied?"

Lady Irelia shook her head gently. "Her Majesty requested to see the Princess alone."

Evelisse’s heartbeat ticked up. ’Alone?’

Madam Hildegarde nodded curtly. "Go on, Your Highness."

With Marta trailing at a respectful distance, Evelisse walked in silence. The palace seemed quieter. Even Fluffy hovered without speaking.

Lady Irelia heels clicked sharply against the marble as Evelisse followed her. They passed paintings of former queens, their eyes severe, their frames lined in gold.

"Lady Irelia?" Evelisse asked softly. "Do you know why I’m being summoned?"

The woman didn’t look back. "The Queen said only her daughter may hear it. And you happened to fit that role perfectly."

Evelisse’s fingers curled against her dress. ’Sounds less like a tea chat and more like a royal storm.’

At last, they reached the royal chamber doors—tall, carved with emblems of roses, fire, and steel.

The two guards standing post snapped to attention.

"Princess Evelisse, summoned by Her Majesty," Irelia announced.

The guards opened the doors slowly. Evelisse stepped forward, her heart thudding.

She paused just before the threshold, the glow of candlelight from within brushing her cheeks.

’What could possibly be so urgent?’ she wondered.

From inside, Queen Seraphina’s voice called gently:

"Come in, Evelisse. We need to talk."

Evelisse stepped into the room.

And the door closed behind her.