Seraphina Who

Elena, who once tripped over her own shoelaces in the office, nearly cried at how elegant she felt.

She stumbled to the full-length mirror on shaky legs.

The reflection staring back was stunning. Porcelain skin, sharp violet eyes, silver hair that looked like moonlight made tangible. A face that could launch ships or, in this case, get her beheaded.

Elena pointed at the mirror accusingly.

"You! This is your fault! I read your story! You were the worst! Slapping the heroine, spreading rumors, trying to poison people,girl, have some self-awareness!"

The maids were now openly terrified.

Elena turned to them, hands on her hips. "Okay. New plan. I'm not dying at twenty-one. I refuse. I've already died once today,traffic was bad enough without adding 'public execution' to my resume."

She started pacing, nightgown swishing dramatically.

"Low profile. That's the key. I will be so boring they forget I exist. No bullying. No dramatic confrontations. I'll become… background furniture. Elegant furniture. Maybe I'll take up knitting. Do they have knitting in this world? Or I'll become a librarian. Do villainesses get to retire to the countryside and read books? That sounds amazing."

One of the maids cleared her throat. "My lady… the Crown Prince is expecting you at the palace tea this afternoon. You sent a very… strongly worded letter yesterday demanding his attention."

Elena stopped pacing. "I did what now?"

The younger maid nodded nervously. "You called Lady Rosalie a 'pathetic little weed' and said the Prince had 'atrocious taste in women.'"

Elena stared at her in horror.

Then she laughed. A slightly unhinged, sleep-deprived cackle that echoed through the opulent bedroom.

"Of course I did. Because why have one death when you can speedrun to execution?"

She clapped her hands together.

"Change of plans! Tell them I'm deathly ill. Plague. Consumption. Magical… flu.

Something dramatic but not suspicious. And cancel everything. I'm staying in bed for the next ten years."

The maids looked like they wanted to call the exorcist.

Elena flopped back onto the bed dramatically, staring at the canopy.

"Elena Voss, you absolute disaster," she whispered to herself. "You couldn't have transmigrated into the heroine? Or at least a side character with plot armor? Nooo, you got the villainess with a death flag the size of a billboard."

And the worst part

She was alive again, bleh who wants to live twice?

In a fantasy world.

With royalty and pretty dresses and zero student debt.

And a ridiculously beautiful face.

She grinned at the ceiling, chaotic energy fully activated.

"Fine. Round two. Let's not get executed this time, okay Seraphina? We're going full survival mode. Low profile. Zero drama. I will be the most forgettable villainess in history."

She paused.

"…After I figure out how to cancel that tea with the Crown Prince without starting a war."

Elena...no, Seraphina now...had barely finished her dramatic flop onto the bed when the older maid, Martha, cleared her throat with the politeness of a woman who had survived twenty years of noble tantrums.

"My lady, a royal messenger just arrived. His Highness the Crown Prince has summoned you to the palace tea this afternoon. He insists on your presence."

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