Kill me.
Kill me NOW.
I forced a smile.
"Your Majesty, I swear I do not—"
But the king interrupted.
"Lady Seraphine… you predicted the downfall of an unsinkable ship. You blessed the farmlands. You opened mana circles. You created coffee that enhances mages' power. The people call you a Prophetess of the Sea."
Princess Milabuella's eye twitched.
I could practically feel her inner monologue screaming:
"WHY IS SHE GOOD AT EVERYTHING EXCEPT BEING SKINNY?!"
I inhaled.
Exhaled.
Prayed my next fart wouldn't betray me.
Then I said the only thing that made sense:
"…Your Majesty, Rose and Jack were fictional—"
"Fiction that came true," he replied.
And just like that…
Every eye in the room leaned toward me.
Hungry.
Hopeful.
Desperate.
Waiting for my next "vision."
I was one wrong word away from becoming the kingdom's new magical forecasting department.
Fantastic.
Absolutely fantastic.
Why?
Because of a love story.
