A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!

Evelisse leaned in, nose wrinkling with interest. "What were you going to tell me?"

Seraphina smirked in a way that made Evelisse suspicious in the best possible way. "There’s going to be a Festival of Stars. And to celebrate—"

Evelisse gasped dramatically. "Royal Games Day?!"

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Seraphina’s eyes sparkled. "Exactly."

"A whole day with no boring nobles?!"

"Not a single scroll of trade agreements in sight."

Evelisse clutched her heart. "You are the best queen ever."

"I try," Seraphina said, sipping her tea. "The Festival of Stars is only a few days away. We’ll be traveling to Duchess Marivelle’s duchy by the coast. The family will stay together, there will be a starlight parade, sky lanterns, moon-tide sweets—"

"Moon-tide sweets?" Evelisse squeaked.

"Pastries dusted with starlight sugar and sea-salt caramel."

"I am a child and I demand twenty."