A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!
Chapter 22: The Right Door, The Wrong Timing

Chapter 22: The Right Door, The Wrong Timing

Fluffy pinched the bridge of its tiny fox nose with its paw. "You have the self-preservation instincts of a soggy muffin."

Evelisse grinned.

She rounded the marble corner, eyes darting as the palace hallway yawned ahead—empty, polished, and echoing with the distant clink of banquet trays. She couldn’t get caught now. Her parents were clearly off somewhere... privately reunited. And something about that made her suspicious. Or curious. Or maybe both.

She needed answers.

’No way Mother got all flustered over a casual reunion.’

Fluffy floated beside her, ears twitching like satellite dishes. "If we find them in a *compromising* position, I reserve the right to self-destruct."

Evelisse ignored him and pressed a finger to her lips. Two guards remained at the back entrance to the royal wing.

"You’re going to regret this," Fluffy muttered, ears folding low. "I feel it in my fluff."

Evelisse ignored him and marched through the corridor like a girl on a mission. Her slippers made no sound against the polished marble tiles, but her heart thudded like a war drum. She turned a corner, spotted the cart of white petaled blooms unattended outside a nearby chamber, and her eyes gleamed.

’Jackpot.’

Quickly, she slipped beside it and snatched a handful of petals from the topmost basket. A few guard posts lay ahead, just around the inner corridor near the royal study. She needed a distraction. And a bit of chaos.

"Princess—" Fluffy warned, hovering.

Evelisse tiptoed forward and waited until she spotted the pair of guards standing by the intersecting hallway. She lifted her hand and—

Tossed the petals into the breeze.

The air caught them. Dozens of soft blossoms fluttered through the air like snow, drifting over the startled guards.

"What the—?"

"Is that... jasmine?" one of them said, blinking.

Right on cue, a junior maid rounded the corner with a cake box balanced in both hands.

"I-it’s for the Princess!" the maid cried nervously. "Specially ordered dessert! Hazelnut almond sponge with plum glaze—please, urgent delivery!"

The guards turned instinctively to inspect the delivery—

And Evelisse bolted past the floral cart like a gust of wind.

"Distracting via pastry chaos," Fluffy muttered behind her. "You’re terrifying."

’That’s why it works.’

Evelisse sprinted down the corridor, heart pounding in her ears. The painting-lined hallway toward the King’s private study loomed ahead—quiet, sacred, unguarded.

’Weird.’

No knights? No advisors? Just a long velvet runner and gold doors looming at the end like a boss level gate.

She slowed her steps, nerves prickling. Fluffy floated ahead, tail puffed like static. "I don’t like this. Something smells like plot here."

’Plot is my middle name,’ she whispered.

"You’ve never even knocked on his study before."

’I’m not planning to knock now either.’

"I’m serious. You might hear things you can’t un-hear."

Evelisse ignored him.

She reached the final corner.

Beyond it: the arched mahogany door, marked by the crest of a silver lion, carved with intricate runes.

The King’s private quarters.

She approached quietly, heart thudding, pressing one hand against the stone wall as she listened—

Then froze.

From inside, a faint sound.

A thump. Then something wooden scraping. Then—

A low, muffled groan.

Evelisse blinked. ’Did someone just... groan?’

She leaned in, pressing her ear gently to the door again.

Another sound.

A higher-pitched gasp.

Then—

Thud.

Rattle.

At first, she thought it might be... furniture? Wind?

But then came the louder groan.

Low. Deep. Unmistakably male.

Whispered voices. Disjointed. Too blurred to make out words, but the tone—

"Oh no," Fluffy said softly, horrified.

Then—

Fwop. Fwop. Fwop.

Evelisse jerked back like the door had shocked her.

The sound repeated. Rhythmic. Wet. Flesh hitting flesh.

A muffled feminine sigh. Then a deep grunt.

Her stomach twisted.

’Oh my heavens. Oh my heavens.’

Her face ignited in red.

Soft sounds. Rhythmic. Thumping.

Followed by a gasp—light and distinctly feminine.

Then the slap of skin. Flesh meeting flesh. Over and over.

Then a thud. A moan.

Then—

Clatter.

Something heavy tumbled over. A table? A chair?

Evelisse’s entire body locked in place.

Fluffy’s eyes went wide. "No. No, no, no. Abort mission. Retreat. Shield your maiden ears—"

Evelisse’s face turned bright red. She slapped a hand over her mouth.

’Oh. Oh no.’

Fluffy flailed mid-air. "They’re— They’re doing the royal horizontal diplomacy! I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME HERE!"

’It can’t be!’ Evelisse shook her head.

"I warned you!" Fluffy shrieked, turning crimson and curling his tail into a spiral. "Abort! Abort!! This is not the kind of royal meeting you wanted to crash!!"

The noise inside escalated. A bottle clinked over something hard. A muffled moan echoed again—the Queen’s voice.

Evelisse froze, every neuron in her brain short-circuiting.

’Why does this feel familiar—oh my gosh, the hospital TV incident—’

Her mind catapulted back to her past life. The sterile hospital room, the stale air, the nurse who’d tried to "cheer her up" with a fantasy movie. Except the DVD had started mid-Chapter—and there, on the screen, two characters had been entangled, moving, sweating—

She’d been too weak to grab the remote. Just stared in stunned horror. Until the nurse returned, screamed, and yanked the plug out while apologizing like she’d just murdered her childhood.

The memory burned brighter now, as the sounds on the other side of this door made it clear.

The Queen and King were having a... passionate reunion.

Evelisse slapped a hand over her own mouth.

’I am going to combust. I will implode from mortification. Fluffy, do something!’

"I’m trying!!" he hissed, waving his tiny paws like a conductor.

With a desperate flick, Fluffy cast a sound-cancelling barrier over the door. A soft shimmer blinked in place—and blessed, blessed silence fell.

Both of them stood there, panting.

Evelisse stared at the door like it was possessed.

She stumbled back, pressing a hand to her forehead.

’I am never trusting blushing royalty again.’

Another thump from behind the door. A distinctly breathless giggle.

Evelisse took a shuddering step back.

She needed to get out. Now.

She spun, ready to bolt—

And smacked right into a warm, solid chest.

A hand clamped gently over her mouth.

She looked up, heart jerking.

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