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Who Made Me A Princess Christmas Special

Contains Spoilers to the story Tw: mentions of death and reincarnation This work doesn't contain and ships nor reader, it's just simply characters enjoying their time together Fluff with a slightly angst ending 1,5k+ words

The winter taken the land of springs and summers by storm, both by it's appearance and intensity. An unexpected surprise, something Obelia Empire wasn't used to, and so, the palace staff was going thorugh the chaos, having their hands full of work.

Even for a royalty like her, it would've been better to stay out of the way on the corridors, so she locked herself in the library. Seating by herself surrounded by masses of books and sipping on a warm cup of hot chocolate.

She wasn't the most frequent guest in there, and yet during this afternoon she found in it solace. The library was huge, it contained many massive wooden bookshelfs with golden carvings in the symetrical order, giving the space even more impressive aura. And don't forget the books, thousands of them, most still dusted despite the cleaners hard work.

The young princess lately got interested in the traditions of the neighbouring Empires. The Imperial family were to come to the palace for the peace talks to her and her father, most likely staying for a week or so, so it was only proper for her to adequately prepare to welcome the guests.

The book that she was reading was a really thick one. Maybe she should look into their history book later? After all, so many traditions are just calling for a rich country history, knowing that could be beneficial for her.

The blond locks swayed together, with every move she made, with every turned page. While mindlessly turning pages, the underlined name of one tradition caught her attention.

"Christmas Dinner"

When she saw it, she immediately began reading the rest of the informations on the pages eagerly. It was almost the same as in Korea! She couldn't help but eventually smile at the familiarity of her world, but that smile hadn't lasted for long. After all, she never really got to spend it with her family, as she didn't had one. But the hope aroused in her once again, she has the family now!

Could she recreate that with Claude..? She wondered as her eyes lighted up with determination. From that moment forth, Athanasia knew she would do anything to get her dad to agree to make the christmas feast, no matter the cost.

When she closed the door to the library after her, she almost got swept away by a group of maids carrying some things in a rapid pace. It looks like she will still have to be careful while travelling through the corridors...

"Daddy Please! Can we make a dinner like that tradition?" And that's how it all began. Athanasia spoke with such determination, not wanting to give up no matter what. She very well knew, that her father loved her and would agree to her plans with enough persuassion.

After hearing the first words he smiled internally "Is all of this fuss about one dinner?" He sighed dramatically with a faked indifference. He absolutely loved when his daughter was coming to him for help, he knew he would agree, but he wanted to get as much out of Athanasia as he could before. A familiar teasing, one that Diana often dragged him into, left a visible mark on him.

"Y-Yes, but it's not about the dinner alone!" She was surprised over her fathers indifference, not expecting it and trying to improvise. "I.. I want to spend time with you Daddy! Like a family!" She tried to grab onto her last resort "We can also invite Jennette and-" she continued in hopes of talking through him, falling deeper into the rabbit hole, hoping he will bend to her idea with time.

That's when the Emperor stopped listening, knowing that she had already won. It warmed his heart, the knowledge that his daughter wanted to spend more time with him, others didn't mattered. He put up quite the facade, and yet his daughter wanted to spend time with him, it was more than enough to make him agree. Athanasia was the sun of his life, how could he possibly deny her? How could anyone deny the precious princess?

He couldn't help but melt and slightly smile at his daughter's antics, even if she couldn't see it, too busy proving her point panicking. It wasn't rare to see her determined, it was one of the most common expressions she wore and yet.. This was different, she was practically glowing, and he wasn't the one to say no to his daughter, especially when she reminded him of Diana like that, she also tried her best to make him agree to her ideas, and join her in her dancing.

The Emperor wasn't playing around, more than welcoming to accept this tradition as his own, everything for his daughter's sake, and so, the preparations began. When the palace heard the news, the palace became a true mess. Everyone started tripping on eachother to prepare everything. Even a second wasted could end up tragically. If what were happening before in the palace was a chaos, then now it was way beyond chaos. No matter where you looked you would see everyone running from one side to another. Even guards went out of their way to help the rest of the servants with trying to finish everything on time.

A few days later the day had finally came. Ever since waking up, Athanasia was in high spirits, shifting excitedly on her chair, while maids were finishing her make up and hair. The princess chosen the dress for tonights dinner herself, a dress that reminded her of her life in Korea, mixing it perfectly with her new reincarnated life as a princess. Claude also seemed to be in a better mood than usual, changing his attire with magic to have a similar outfit that his daughter wore.

The specially invited guests arrived in the afternoon the day before, and were starting to get ready with the help of the servants too. The castle became more lively than ever, and everyone enjoyed this atmosphere immensely. The little chocolates and candies the princess prepared and handed together with Jennette for everyone in the castle surely helped too, making everyone even more than determinated to do their best. Lily and Felix got extra presents too, behind the scenes of course, making sure they knew they hold a special place for her in her heart, and that she would never forget what they done for her. While looking at their faces after handing them the packages, she knew that both of them got the meaning it held.

When the sky darkened and the first star appeared at the sky, the dinner began. An empty seat for an unexpected guest felt kinda useless, since no one would dare to go into the Imperial palace, just to eat the fancy dinner during the familiar reunion of the royals.

The dishes were very extravagant and absolutely delicious, even more than they usually were, or was it the atmosphere and the people she eated it with, making it better? Deep down, she knew the exact answer.

At first it was stiff, mostly cause of the two brothers there, so their daughters bravely took upon themselves the honors to start this evening on a good note. Both fathers weak for their daughters gave in, and started to relax over time, becoming more open with each passing minute, adding more and more to the conversations.

Athy stopped listening to the talks across the table and opted to stare at her half-finished plate instead. Tears started to well up in her eyes, this is what she always dreamt about. Amazing atmosphere and pleasant talks with people she were overjoyed to call her family, an unforgettable christmas by her family side, everything she always wanted.

She'll never forget it, making this memory the most important and most happy for her. With how Claude was pleased with this evening, it was almost sure that it will become the next and newest tradition of the Obelian Empire. A day meant to spend with your family, yes.. That would make for a wonderful new holiday!

Everyone got swept into this blissfull atmosphere, not letting anyone to see the newly appeared woman, that sat on the unexpected guest seat, looking at everyone merrily. Her blond locks swaying and her pink eyes that looked at everyone, shined with the tears, as she let out her most beautiful smile. She quickly wiped away her own tears, and instead started to fret over her daughter ones, her beautiful daughter shouldn't cry. Her ghostly hands tried their best to wipe away the tears, which she succesfully done. Her actions made the princess surprised, as she couldn't see the woman, but even then, she smiled and relaxed sensing a familiar presence, already having an idea of who that might be.

When the woman felt her time was coming to an end, she stood up from the table and walked towards a window. A winter in the Empire was truly a rare and unseen before sight, when her transparent body started to fade away, she saw in the window reflection her daughter looking straight into her eyes. Smiling at eachother was enough to deliver the message,

"I will always be with you two".

Masterlist / Christmas Series Special 2023 Mastelist

A work with 1,5k+ words.. I'm impressed with myself! That's truly amazing! And the first one that has 1k words and even more too! Haha! I'm happy with how it turned out, there is surely some room for improvement, but for my first try at longer and more fanfiction fic it turned out to be quite good. It is a very late fic, so I apologize for the wait, please embrace it and give it love🙏 Kisses for all of you!💋We're finally starting with moving forward with this year! Expect the rest of the Christmas Series Special soon.

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stalpra-and-100-fandoms · 2 years ago

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Little Voices in My Head | Who Made Me A Princess

[Part 1]

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Before I begin, I want to say two things: Hi, it's been a while. I hope you all are alright. And this story doesn't take place in the canon setting of WMMAP. It takes place in the world of Emperor's Treasured Son, an amazing fanfic written by Celena Noelle. Please read that before proceeding. My story will be diverging from it from chapter 15 onwards.

Also unrelated but the fancy dividers will look weird on mobile, so, if it happens to bother you, please read on pc/laptop.

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Even after so many years, Claude was somehow still distant towards Athanasia. At times, it even felt like he was being cold to her. Athanaris tried to talk to him about it, but Claude refused to address the matter.

However, Athan could almost understand. Claude, being as protective as he is, didn't like how his son took hits for both Diana and Athanasia.

Nevertheless, he tried to bring it up whenever he could, once mentioning that Athy was as much his child as he was. At this, Claude only stared at him blankly. "Father, please don't tell me you don't consider her your daughter!" "Athan, I think it's time for your lessons." "Father!" "There now, you don't want to be late."

Powerless in this situation, Athanaris left the room, huffing.

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Athanasia, on the other hand, was trying to brave it through and prayed that she'll be alright. Knowing how "The Lovely Princess" ended, she was scared that the plot was just recovering itself after 7 years worth of filler. (counting from when she was 5)

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The last straw fell on a completely unremarkable afternoon. The emperor and his children were in his study when he noticed that someone was waiting outside the room. Claude opened the door with magic and said with venom, "I will not have anyone eavesdropping in on my precious break time. Leave. Don't show your face unless I summon you." Athan was absently listening while reading a book and Athy was looking at the door while all this transpired. But as soon as she turned her head back, she saw the emperor looking at her as well.

Only then did it occur to her that those words might apply to her as well.

"Oh my goodness," she started, causing her brother to raise his head, "I completely forgot about my books by the window. I need to get them," Athan offered to help but she politely declined and sped out of the room.

Athan realised that for the first time, in all the years he's known her, Athy's emotions were natural and honest. And she was honestly frightened. He glanced toward his father to get a clue but all he saw was a nonchalant face looking at the door.

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Athanasia ran to her chambers and dropped onto her bed, clutching her pillows and heaving slightly. Surely this means nothing, right? Maybe Papa's in a bad mood today. He just needs to have some peace of mind. After all, he hates nosy people-

She then recalled the startling lack of maids on her way to the Emerald Palace. Am I already being neglec- no, no, no, slapping herself a bit, she decided to ask Lily who was in the next room to hers.

"I heard that Alpheus House requested an audience with His Majesty. They brought a young lady with them this one which is why some of the maids were- Your Highness, are you alright?" The girl had turned pale even before Lillian could finish.

Gripping the back of a chair, she implored in a faint voice, "Lily, can you tell me her name?" Unsure still, Lily replied hesitantly, "I believe they introduced her as Jeanette Marga- Athanasia!"

The princess had collapsed in the chair.

Athanasia could only think of one sentence and it was forming in her mind at a painfully slow pace. ‌ Yep, the plot is recovering itself ‌

"Athy, can you hear me?" "Yeah Lily, I'm okay," Athy said as she got up, "I'll be in my room, so please don't worry," "Are you-" "I'm fine, I'm fine," the girl said a little firmly.

She was not.

She stood shaking against her mirror, pressing her hands on her chest in an attempt to calm down.

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Some time had passed and seeing that no one called for her, Athanasia changed into a plain tartan dress and slipped into a whipcord jacket.

She teleported herself to the market. Despite the blazing sun, Athy still felt a bit cold and figured some shaved ice will bring her back to reality. The honeyed shaved ice was just forming in front of her eyes when a pair of hands pulled her away into an alley.

Her eyes were quick to adjust and the kidnapper seemed to be a mix of the emperor and the Royal Magician. A strong left parting divided his black hair and framed his pale face.

The similarities between him and Claude were uncanny. It was as if their sculpture had run out of ideas and drew inspiration from both his works.

Surely the man was beautiful if he bore any resemblance to her father but right then he looked psychotic.

His black irises were constricted beyond the natural limit and he was gasping to himself, "What are you doing? I have nothing to do with this girl, only my brother," His voice began to burn with fear, "Why are you doing this? This doesn't serve your purpose,"

As scared as she was, Athy tried to understand the situation, "Sir, who are yo-"

A cloud of red dust blinded her and she felt it crawl all across her body, through her bones and right to her fingertips. She couldn't feel her legs anymore ad her throat began to burn.

Her shaking body slumped against barrels of who-knows-what. It'd be easier to sleep than to go through all this, she thought. Then, perhaps, fortunately, sleep was coming her way.

*SPLOSH*

"Hey, can you hear me?" Dropping the beer barrel, the man shook Athy's shoulders until they were this much away from coming off. "Answer me!" She snapped out of it and pushed the man to make him stop. She took in his changed appearance. Structurally, he didn't change at all but now it looked like someone painted with the royal palate. His hair was now a glittering blonde, his cheeks were tinted and his eyes were bejewelled.

"What's your name?" he pointedly asked. "Wha-" "Do you remember your name?" "Ath-Athanasia" "Thank god," he looked personally relieved until he realised the implication of that sort of a name.

He stared at her for a solid minute before sighing dramatically, "Of course, you had to be a princess," Athy was incredibly confused. He continued, "You know, if you were a normal girl I would've told you to lock yourself at home and stay out of trouble. But your home is the Royal Palace and that's where the trouble lies, especially that man-"

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

"You shouldn't interrupt your elders, and of all people, not me," the man puffed out, leaving Athanasia in disbelief. Being raised by Claude, she didn't know the different ways a man can act. "I, for one, actually know what just happened and two, I'm your uncle, so you should respect me all the more-"

"Pardon?"

"Hmm?" the man paused his monologue to the wandering princess who has spaced out.

"You are who?" was all she could muster.

He airily replied, "Anastacius De Alger Obelia, older brother of Claude De Alger Obelia, and uncle of you," checking off fingers as he gave each title. Seeing how she didn't give any reaction, he bent down and promptly began poking her head, "Does that ring a bell? Helloo?"

Little did he know that she was going through a variation of this. (the screaming bit). "But you were killed by Papa years ago!" she screeched out. "Ah, yes that," he said, itching his jaw, "that didn't happen due to a few complications of mine."

Seriously? This guy is talking about his miraculous survival as if it's something unfortunate, thought Athanasia, If it were me, I think I would be a little more grateful for it.

"Anyway, I think it's time for you to go back, it's getting late," Anastacius said, standing up and smoothing his shirt. He held out a chivalrous hand for the princess to hold, which she gladly accepted.

Before she let herself get too used to holding his hand, Athanasia swept it away and occupied it in adjusting her jacket which reeked of beer.

"I guess I'll be leaving then," she said, tilting her head up to look at him one last time.

His eyebrows were knitted upwards and he wore a small smile, afraid to keep it in full display lest it is misinterpreted. For some reason, the concern engraved in his eyes was almost suffocating to Athy.

"Good luck," was all he said. With a slight nod of his head, he gave her the leeway to desert him.

Athanasia couldn't think of a response better than "Thank you?" and swiftly teleported back to the palace, stunning the supposedly-dead royal in the process.

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She directly teleported to her bathroom, rinsing her beer-soaked clothes to avoid fueling the imaginations of her ladies in waiting.

After a hasty bath, she emerged considerably more flushed than how she entered. The sun is already down, Athanasia thought, I was too careless. I don't think I was caught missing, though. Even if I am caught, I don't want to be caught by my family members, especially by-

"Athanasia"

The addressee stopped dead in her tracks as she snapped her head to the right, to the horrifying sight of a glaring emperor in one of the many randomly placed balconies of the Emerald Palace. She was so shaken that, perhaps out of a survival instinct, she grabbed the folds of her shirt and did a shaky courtesy.

Claude made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a sigh before closing the distance between them considerably.

"Where were you this entire time?"

At this moment, Athanasia knew she had screwed up. After all, it had been too whimsical to think that no one would come looking for her, even if it was just the Royal Magician wanting to bug her.

"I-I was," the gears of her brain working at lightning speed, "in the Western Rose Garden!"

The raised eyebrows which she didn't notice abruptly dropped before Claude began smoothing them out, "The one which hasn't been maintained at all?" he asked her incredulously "It seemed very adventurous!" Athanasia chirped up, regaining her fail-proof cute persona.

"You don't seem to have any scratches from your adventure," he asked, scrutinising her appearance.

Aagh, why are you so perceptive??

"I made sure to be ex-tra careful!" she shot back, praying to God that she seemed convincing.

Also, for some reason, Athy couldn't bring herself to call him Papa like she always does. Today doesn't feel like a good day, she thought.

Claude was still kneading his eyebrows as he regarded her answer, "Don't run off like this again. Make sure to inform someone," he walked past her wordlessly

Athy was rather touched by Claude's words, that's kind, coming from him. Feeling warm and fuzzy inside, Athanasia skipped to her room, making a mental note to greet him first thing the next morning. "Papa would like that," she said to herself.

A voice spoke behind her ear, "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, Athanasia,"

Athy spun around to see an empty corridor.

‌‌ ‌Huh? Who was that?

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