A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!-Chapter 47: Guests Arriving!!!

The next morning began with chaos.

Not the scary, shadowy kind—but the fluffy, sparkly, pancake-for-breakfast kind.

She barely had time to blink before Marta had pulled her into a bath and dressed her in a fresh cream-and-pink gown with strawberry embroidery.

"I missed your sweet giggles, Your Highness," Marta said, tugging her ribbons tight.

"I missed your blueberry muffins," Evelisse replied honestly.

Downstairs, her brothers were waiting.

Marcus was already up and sharpening quills downstairs. Jared was conducting an imaginary orchestra in the hallway using a wooden spoon. And someone—probably Leo—was trying to convince the suits of armor to wear sunglasses.

Evelisse padded into the dining hall, rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, everyone."

"Princess Sunshine!" Jared called, dramatically lifting her into the air and spinning her once before planting her in her usual seat beside the syrup jug.

"Brother Jared! No spinning before I eat," she giggled, clutching the table.

"Noted! But spinning *after* breakfast is still legal, right?"

"I shall think about it," she replied primly as she walks back to her room.

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The next morning started like any other.

Birdsong, sunrise spilling over the palace walls, and a chorus of seven brothers arguing at full volume outside Evelisse’s door.

She blinked awake, yawned, and tried to sit up

This time it wasn’t magical, mind-reading, mirror-echoing chaos.

No, this was much worse.

Wardrobe chaos.

Lance kicked open her door holding up a royal blue sash and a matching crownlet. "Little sis! You must wear this today! Navy blue with silver threads—it brings out your eyes and makes you look ethereal. Like a noble fairy!"

Two seconds later—

Leo barged in behind him, arms full of orange and gold fabrics. "Ignore him. Autumn tones! Burnt gold. You’ll look like a fire spirit of legend. Everyone will stare."

Callum ran in with mint green. "Pastels! We’re going for soft, sweet, adorable. You’ll win every heart!"

Jared cartwheeled in with lavender and confetti. "I made a song for mine!"

"Oh no," Fluffy whispered.

Jared began belting out:

🎶 "Lavender lace and a touch of charm,

Evelisse will steal hearts without alarm!" 🎶

Evelisse clapped politely. "That was... lovely, Brother Jared."

’Wait, what’s going on?’ she whispered to Fluffy as she was surrounded on all sides.

"Tomorrow’s the Royal Season Ball," Fluffy said. "Did you forget?"

"I forgot," she breathed. "Oh no. They’re all going to fight."

They did.

A full-blown *persuasion war* erupted.

Jared bribed her with triple dessert servings if she picked his colors.

Leo tried emotionally manipulating her with a tragic speech about "fire and glory."

Callum built a miniature fashion runway in the hallway and had Felix judge it.

Felix, meanwhile, held up his sketchbook for protection.

"This is too much," Evelisse squeaked, hiding behind a curtain. "Too many fabrics! Too many opinions!"

Seraphina peeked in. "Everyone’s trying to dress her again, aren’t they?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Fluffy said. "We’ve reached critical bribe levels. Someone just offered Snugglewuff a personal cheese tray."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Evelisse, darling, you may choose *yourself.*"

"I can?"

"Yes."

All brothers froze.

A collective gasp.

"But what if she doesn’t pick mine?" Jared whispered.

"She has free will," Lucien muttered from the doorway, sipping tea. "Respect it."

"I feel betrayed," Leo said, clutching his chest.

Evelisse smiled brightly. "Then I choose..."

Everyone leaned in.

She walked past them all, straight into her closet.

Five seconds later, she emerged—

Wearing a deep silver gown, woven with star-shaped patterns and seafoam trim.

They all blinked.

It didn’t match any of their colors.

"It matches..." Felix said slowly, "the sketch I drew."

Evelisse nodded.

Because it matched her dream.

The same dream where the mirror version of herself wore a crown and the ocean sang in the background.

Nobody said anything.

Until Jared whispered, "Okay but does this mean I still bring dessert?"

"Yes," she said sweetly.

He fist-pumped.

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Evelisse, cheeks pink, tapped her finger to her lips. "I had a dream... and I saw that outfit. So... I thought... maybe it means something."

Silence.

Then Lucien said softly, "A vision outfit. Interesting."

Lance nodded sagely. "She’s going dream-core."

Fluffy whispered in her ear, "You *are* stylish even in your subconscious."

Evelisse folded her hands with a smile. "Now... may I have my tart?"

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Later that evening, she sat in the library’s reading alcove, feet swinging gently off the cushioned bench.

The sun dipped behind the towers of Florabelle.

Birdsong faded into gentle whispers of night.

She leaned back, happy.

Full from tart. Surrounded by books. Still dressed in her silly victory outfit.

Then—

A chime.

Soft. Mechanical.

And floating text appeared above her open storybook.

[New Task Unlocked!]

Her heart sank.

Not again.

She sat upright as the glowing letters shifted:

[Third Fluffy Task: Convince the Duke of Orlean to carry you on his shoulders and forgive an old grudge against your father.]

[Reward: Instant Kingdom-Wide Adoration Boost]

She blinked.

Stared.

Then blinked again.

"What the actual royal buttercream is this?"

Fluffy hopped into her lap. "Oooh. This one’s spicy."

"Who is the Duke of Orlean?" she asked slowly.

Fluffy squinted at the task details. "A noble. Reclusive. Very tall. Hasn’t set foot in the palace in seven years. There’s bad blood between him and King Aldric."

"And I’m supposed to what? Climb him like a tree and earn forgiveness via cuteness?!"

"You are very persuasive," Fluffy said with a straight face.

She groaned.

But just then—

A bell rang below.

"Guests arriving!" Marta called from the halls.

The next moment, a footman arrived, panting.

"Princess Evelisse," he said, bowing. "The Duke of Orlean has come to the palace. By invitation of His Majesty."

She dropped her book.

"No," she whispered.

"Yes," Fluffy whispered back.

And as she stood, the very air around her shimmered faintly, like fate had just turned a page.

She was still thinking about how to handle the task—

When Marta returned, breathless.

"Your presence is requested in the throne hall," she said. "Now."

Evelisse didn’t argue.

She followed the corridor, heart thumping. Her steps echoed over marble.

Down the grand staircase.

Through the golden arch.

Into the throne hall.

There, by the royal dais, her parents stood.

And across from them—

A tall man dressed in sharp navy and silver. His cloak gleamed like forged stormlight.

His eyes met hers.

Stern. Cold.

The Duke of Orlean.

He didn’t bow.

Didn’t smile.

Just watched.

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