A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!-Chapter 45: Normal For Once

Downstairs, the house was already bursting with movement. Duffle bags and enchanted trunks had exploded into clothes, maps, beach souvenirs, and unwashed socks. The scent of burnt toast and over-sweetened tea danced in the air. It was complete chaos.

And Evelisse... loved it.

Felix tripped over a folded hammock and landed face-first in his robe pile. "This would be so much easier if the attendants were here!"

"That’s the point!" Seraphina called from the kitchen, sleeves rolled up. "We’re packing ourselves this time. Family only. No magic helping attendants!"

"I miss them actually!" Jared howled. "they folds my shirts into dragons!"

"And you’re perfectly capable of folding them into—uh—tired worms," Callum said, holding up a crumpled tunic. "See?"

Aldric emerged from a hallway with a box labeled ’DO NOT OPEN (Jared’s Snacks) slung over one shoulder. "We used to pack like this before we had staff poking their nose in our business, remember?"

Seraphina smiled softly. "It feels like the old days when we sneaked by here."

Leo dramatically flopped onto a half-packed suitcase. "It feels like a royal crisis."

Leo and Lance, attempted to fold a royal bedsheet as a team, and ended up caught inside it like tangled burritos.

Jared mistook a perfume bottle for mouthwash.

Lucien, ever composed, was calmly stacking journals and scrolls in one corner. "And yet, somehow, we’re still making progress."

Snugglewuff barked happily, dragging a knotted towel across the room. Evelisse giggled, dodging it as it flew past her head.

She liked this. She *really* liked this.

No grand prophecies. No eerie murals. Just... being a family. Loud, ridiculous, imperfect for a royal family.

"Need help, Big Brother Marcus?" she asked sweetly, stepping beside her eldest brother.

He glanced down with a soft smile. "You’re a lifesaver, Sunshine. Want to help me sort the spellbooks from the fiction?"

"Yes, please!"

They fell into a rhythm. She folded. He organized. Occasionally, a magical bookmark tried to fly off with her braid, but she swatted it down like a pro.

By midday, the chaos had transformed into a series of semi-neat piles. Trunks sealed shut. Blankets refolded. Shoes mostly paired.

The King stood in front of the arched doorway. "Before we go... I want to leave something behind."

He knelt with a small carving knife, tracing letters gently into the old wood:

A + S + Lu + J + C + M + Le + La + F + Evie

All eight children leaned in to read.

"Evie?" Evelisse blinked. wondering why hers was longer than the rest.

"Too short?" Aldric asked.

"No," she whispered, smiling. "It’s perfect, father."

Seraphina ran her fingers over the carving once he stood up. "It’ll be here next time."

"If there is a next time," Leo muttered, hoisting a trunk onto his shoulder.

"Leo," Seraphina chided gently, "of *course* there will be."

Evelisse watched them from the doorway. Her family. Her very loud, very flawed, very beloved family.

She tightened her grip on her traveling cloak.

Outside, the enchanted carriage waited, shimmering slightly in the afternoon mist. The horses—if they could be called that—were creatures of pearl and air, half-transparent and endlessly elegant.

"Let’s take one last look," Aldric said, ushering them toward the cliff archway that overlooked Azure Bay.

The sea glistened under the sun. Gulls wheeled overhead. Waves curled gently onto the sand like the coast was sighing in contentment.

Evelisse held Fluffy in one arm and Snugglewuff in the other, cheeks puffed in thought.

’This place feels like it knew us,’ she whispered.

"Maybe it did," Fluffy murmured.

One by one, they piled in.

Callum fought with Jared for window space. Felix brought a bag of seashells "for study." Lucien frowned at a loose wheel until it fixed itself. Seraphina helped Evelisse up the steps.

Aldric took one last glance at the cliffside home before stepping in.

Then the carriage rolled forward, wheels whispering softly over grass and magic-soaked stone before it took flight.

Evelisse turned in her seat for one final look.

The house faded from view as they turned onto the higher path.

Then, just before the bend—

She saw it.

A figure.

Faint. Blurred in the mist.

Standing on the cliff’s edge.

Waving.

Evelisse pressed a hand to the window.

’Who... was that?’ she whispered in her thoughts to Fluffy.

Fluffy peeked out from her cloak.

"Nope," he said instantly. "We are not starting a new mystery. Nuh-uh."

She didn’t reply.

But she didn’t stop staring either.

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The castle looked different when they returned.

Or maybe it was Evelisse who had changed.

Florabelle greeted them with its usual fanfare—musical fountains singing their welcome, garden sprites tossing glittering petals, enchanted paintings unfurling across the entry hall like proud parents.

But to Evelisse, it all felt slightly... too polished.

Too normal.

After days of tide pool races, fish-chasing, magical mirrors, and glowing crowns—it almost felt unreal to walk through gleaming marble halls again.

"Home sweet home!" Jared declared, hugging the doorframe.

"Remind me to have our Royal mage enchant the towels again," Leo said. "The Bay’s got me spoiled."

Felix had vanished before they hit the third stairwell—probably to store his collected seashells in the library’s aquatic archive.

Seraphina wrapped an arm around Evelisse and kissed the top of her head. "You were so brave on this trip."

"Thank you, mommy," she whispered. "I... I liked it."

"Did you though?" Fluffy teased with a grin and a wiggle of the brows.

’Shhh!’ Evelisse tried hushing Fluffy while maintaining her composure.

"I did too."

Evelisse leaned into the hug for just a second longer before slipping away to her room.

Everything was where she left it. Her plushies. Her notebooks. Her large wardrobe with its too-frilly dresses.

"I’m back! I actually miss Marta!" She squealed in ecstacy.

She looked to her left, then her right, gave a quick search around her closet incase there was anything out of the ordinary—especially that doll she had forgotten to burn when no one was looking, but fortunately for her the back was still turned and face to the wall.

’Phew!’

She set her bag down and opened her drawer.

The seashell was there.

Still. Silent.

She stared at it.

’You’ve got to be kidding me!’

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