Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]
Chapter 90 90: Seraphina Vale

Seraphina's POV

A few days earlier...

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the scissors trembling in my hands. My red hair, falling in messy waves past my shoulders, had always been a part of who I was—Seraphina Hook, the quiet, unassuming girl from Aldoria—but now? Now I wasn't Seraphina Hook. I was Seraphina Vale, the princess of Elmeria.

I glanced over at the room I now called mine, still struggling to believe that this was actually happening to me. It was all still so surreal. I had woken up just hours ago to find myself in this room, in this life.

At first, I thought it was a dream, but when I pinched myself hard enough to leave a bruise, the truth hit me: this wasn't a dream.

The persistent, mysterious voice that had invaded my thoughts, asking over and over if I wanted to switch, hadn't been a hallucination. I'd given in only because I had been desperate to silence it, but now, here I was, living Electra's life.

But this wasn't my life, and the reflection staring back at me in the mirror felt foreign. My small frame, my wide blue eyes, my harmless face—it didn't fit the image of a powerful princess, and I looked like a child playing dress-up in a world that would swallow me whole.

I ran my fingers through my hair, frustration building in my chest. If I was going to survive in this world, I needed to change something. I couldn't keep looking like the girl people ignored, the girl everyone dismissed as weak. If I was going to live as Seraphina Vale, I needed to start looking the part.

That's why I was standing here, scissors in hand, staring at my reflection with a mixture of determination and dread. Cutting my hair felt drastic, but it also felt necessary.

I couldn't walk around with my old self hovering over me, and if I was going to command respect, I needed to look like someone who deserved it.

"Do it," I whispered to myself, my voice shaking. My fingers tightened around the scissors. "Just cut it. It's just hair."

Taking a deep breath, I pulled a section of hair forward and held it taut. The first snip was the hardest. The sound of the scissors slicing through the strands echoed in the silent room, and I watched as the hair fell to the floor in soft, red curls.

I paused, staring at the uneven ends, my heart racing. There was no going back now.

I worked quickly, cutting off chunks of hair until it barely reached my jawline. My hands shook with every snip, but with each strand that fell, I felt lighter.

When I was done, I ran my fingers through my newly cropped hair, marveling at how different I looked. It wasn't perfect—far from it—but it was bold. It was a statement.

I stepped back from the mirror, examining myself. My blue eyes looked sharper now, more focused. The cut made my cheekbones stand out, giving me a fiercer edge. I almost looked like someone who belonged in this world. Almost.

But despite the slight change, I still didn't feel like I could hold a candle to Electra Vale's sheer force of personality.

Electra wasn't just intimidating; she was more like a hurricane, exuding fear and commanding respect effortlessly, and here I was, grasping at straws, trying to imitate the confidence she exuded so naturally.

With a frustrated sigh, I slumped on the edge of the bed, my mind racing. This short hair was a start, but what next? What would it take for me to not just look different but feel different—to feel powerful, untouchable, like Electra?

The thought made my stomach twist, but I had no choice. If I was going to survive in this version of my life, I needed to adapt.

Speaking of adaptation, the question that had been gnawing at the edges of my mind since I woke up resurfaced: Where was Electra Vale?

I had checked the date earlier when I first realized I was in her life. This was two months behind the timeline of my original world as Seraphina Hook. Back then, on this specific date, I had still been in Aldoria, blissfully unaware of Elysium or Electra.

Was Electra now living my life in Aldoria? The thought felt even more surreal and unsettling. Was she stepping into my shoes, living my utterly boring life, and living with my family? My family—an ache gripped my chest at the thought. Koran. My father.

In my world, Koran Hook was dead, leaving me to fend off the nightmare that was Gianna, but here, in this world, he was still alive—or at least, I assumed he was.

My heart twisted painfully at the thought. Was he safe? Healthy?

I shook my head, trying to clear the numerous questions that ran through my mind at once. None of this made sense. If Electra had somehow swapped lives with me, would she even realize what had happened? Or was she living my life blissfully unaware that she wasn't truly a Hook? And what if she did know?

Was she feeling as out of place as I was? Knowing Electra, I could only imagine the fury she must feel if she were conscious of what had happened. Her grip on her life, her friends, her power—gone.

For once, I hoped she was aware of the shift, because that way, I wouldn't feel so alone in this strange situation.

Letting out yet another sigh, I turned on my side. The luxury of the room was lost on me in my state of confusion. Was this what it was like to live as Electra? To be surrounded by so muchextravagance, and to feel so positively different?

The more I thought about it, the clearer it became—I couldn't just sit here, wallowing in confusion. I needed to step out of this room and see for myself what Elysium looked like from the perspective of a princess. Maybe then, I'd find an answer, something that would help me decide whether or not I had what it took to be like Electra.

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