In Moonflower, the heroine Adelaide possesses divine powers capable of lifting Killian’s curse. Disguised as a boy, Adelaide meets Killian on the battlefield—at the Whistle Wall—where love blossoms between them amidst conflict with other races. In the camp thereafter, Adelaide breaks the curse! The scene, that legendary moment! I was the one pounding my fists in excitement while cheering on their love scene!
And yet, my father did something utterly uncalled-for that ruined another’s life.
“An engagement shouldn’t be what ties Killian’s hands.”
Despite my attempts at reasoning through my whims, we agreed to cancel the engagement—but Robis never looked fully convinced.
Even though I’m possessed, the original story continues to unfold.
Like many protagonists in romance fantasies, I—or rather, in this case, not the protagonist—must quickly record what I know before I forget it. Quietly.
I wrote until the moon waned. My seven‑year‑old handwriting is so slow…
Because Moonflower spans 339 chapters, it’s huge. Even summarizing only the emotional arcs and major events of Killian and Adelaide took days.
Meanwhile, the royal court is in an uproar. The palace physician has apparently been standing guard outside my bedroom 24/7.
“I’m not sick, it’s an overreaction!”
“This is the first time you’re like this! Heh. Everybody’s on tenterhooks.”
I thought I laughed halfway—but when I opened my eyes, Liz was utterly serious. She’s giving me one pass… tws.
“Why all this? I just studied a bit. It’s laughable.”
“You despised studying! You were the one who got a teacher driven off for it!”
“I’m a new person now. Forget the past, Liz—even tell the other maids.”
It sure is convenient to have a good memory.
Grumbling, I checked the drawer containing my novel strategy notes to ensure it was properly locked.
“Oh! Princess!”
“Hmm? Yes?”
“Lord Killian is coming.”
“What? Killian? Why all of a sudden?”
Had something happened in the last few days unbeknownst to me?
I’d canceled the engagement, stayed holed up in my room—I don’t think I did anything to deserve disdain.
Or maybe the damn fate of the original plot wants me dead anyway…
Since being reborn as the villain, the novel I once loved has become my hated enemy. I’m lucky I know the storyline well, but every time I face Killian, fear wells up inside me. I used to be fearless. Maybe being physically seven makes my heart soften too.
Liz spoke gently to soothe me when I turned pale at the news.
“The Lord sent several letters. Didn’t you see them?”
“I… didn’t… But if Killian sent them, you had to tell me!”
“I assumed you saw them. They’re right here, you see?”
Ah… that makes sense. I was so absorbed in organizing the story that I didn’t notice.
Killian coming stirred complex emotions within me. I want to see my ultimate favorite—but I don’t want to trigger another death flag.
“When did he say he’s coming?”
“Probably this afternoon?”
“Ugh, really…”
I hesitated over opening the letter and instead had Liz send word to the kitchen. We need at least the strawberry shortcake ready.
“Which dress shall we wear?”
“Whatever. Something subdued.”
“Hmm, nothing’s subdued…”
Right, I thought.
My wardrobe only holds dresses brighter than a set of 18 Crayola crayons.
“Then something less sparkly.”
“Yes! This one is good, Princess.”
Liz brought out the plainest dark‑green dress—but it was still crawling with pearls. Subdued? Ground‑literally, zero chance.
“No extra jewelry.”
“Are you sure, Princess? Lord Killian is visiting.”
I waved dismissively:
“When Killian arrives, lead him to the library. I’ll be there.”
“The li‑library? That place—isn’t it full of books?”
“I know that, Liz! Warning: zip it! Tss!”
Liz gave a playful small recoil but looked at me proudly.
“Why is he coming, anyway?”
I walked to the library, receiving curious glances from palace staff. Whether I’ve actually changed or something happened—they all want to know. But no matter how long they stare, I won’t tell.
With my chin lifted high, I found a spot in a corner and opened a book to cultivate myself until Killian arrived.
“Hah…”
The letters twisted before my eyes and I felt sleepy…
When I looked up again, I saw him—my most treasured moment must be preserved. My favorite Killian was there, propping his chin and waiting for me with languid eyes. Seven years old, and still incredibly sexy? He stiffened up as soon as he noticed me—but only after I’d seen so much cuteness that I could’ve destroyed the universe seven trillion times. My Cute and Lovely Angel Killian—take all the epithets in the world, you got ‘em!
“L‑Lord? When did you arrive? Did you wait long?”
I rubbed my squished cheek as I lay on the table and asked.
“I arrived just a bit ago, Princess.”
“I‑I’m sorry. Fell asleep while waiting, I guess.”
“It’s fine. More importantly… your letters.”
“Oh! Right! They weren’t delivered yet, I guess?”
Desperate to regain some brownie points, I motioned for servants—and a tray of tea, cake, and pastries landed on the table.
“Please eat, Prince. You must’ve been bored waiting.”
“Thank you. But, Princess… the letters.”
I forgot how persistent he can be. Obsession-king. At seven. Impressive.
“Um… I’m sorry. I was busy and couldn’t read them, nor reply.”
“I see.”
“What were they about? Oh! The engagement! It was canceled, you know? I canceled it!”
“Yes.”
Why do you look so down?
Time to shift the vibe.
I slid a piece of cake toward him:
“But why are you here today?”
“That… His Majesty said instead of engagement, I should be your baby nanny.”
“W‑What? Is that real?”
What on earth is my father doing! Trying to drive me to death?!
“I didn’t know! I swear! I’ll talk to him properly!”
“Princess…?”
“We promised not to do that. I keep my promises. I’ll fix this!”
I almost shot up, sweating from panic, but Killian grabbed my sleeve.
“Prince?”
“Forgive me, Princess. But would… you please hear my side too?”
Wow.
I must’ve been rude just now.
How many death flags did I ring in those actions?
I felt a “beep beep” in my ear—red alert lights blinking.
Called in as caretaker, made me wait while you napped—and worse, didn’t even let me speak. How must I have felt, my cherished Killian…
I started to head to the emperor for another reprimand but instead sat back down and nodded respectfully. I couldn’t apologize properly.
“Ahem. I, um…”
“Yes. Go ahead.”
“I wanted to say… I’m okay with it.”
“Okay? With what?”
“The… uh… engagement, or the nanny role, or even both.”
What is this kid saying?
“I mean, at first the forced… claim on me was a bit… shocking.”
“Of course. Right. You don’t just let people—myself included—make those eyes pass over you! You don’t have to, if you don’t want to, you know?”
“But seeing you in person, you didn’t appear ill‑meaning. You apologized. And even brought cake…”
Killian blushed. I almost fainted. He’s so beautiful it’s illegal. My heart… stop! This is—my death! Right here!!
Lost in his beauty, I propped my chin on my palms, gazing at him. He averted his gaze slightly and continued.
“So I think being your nanny is fine, Princess.”
“What?”
“As long as you don’t hate me.”
Inside me two voices battled:
No! I oppose this!
I can’t let my favorite soil himself!
Celestia must never approve!
I’m for it! It’s not marriage or engagement! Baby nanny is fine.
They both make sense.
But I had no idea which side to pick. Celestia—infamous wrecking ball—being close to him? What good is it? Especially since Killian belongs with Adelaide; I don’t want to be the misunderstood childhood friend in their way.
I only decided to observe from afar days ago—but now I’m wavering like a reed in the wind.
“Prince.”
“Call me Killian, please.”
Cough. Could I? I debated. I have no conscience, but at least I have a mouth. I wanted to say my favorite’s name at least once!!
“Killian.”
“Yes, Princess.”
“Thanks for saying that.”
Uh oh.
A flash of disappointment crossed Killian’s face. I never wanted to disappoint my favorite. But committing without hesitation also felt wrong.
“Can I think about it and respond later?”
“Think?”
“I feel… you’re too great to be just my nanny.”
“Too great?”
“You’re heir to great Duke Märchen, after all.”
He has many responsibilities ahead: heir training, sword mastery, and more.
When I hesitated, Killian nodded with a dark expression.
“I understand, Princess.”
“Oh. Good. Thank heavens.”
I thought he’d accepted my polite refusal—but…
“Take your time and let me know. I’ll be waiting for your next palace visit.”
“Huh? No, Prince…”
“Killian.”
“Oh, yes. Killian?”
“For now… may I enjoy the cake you’ve prepared?”
This conversation has wound around so slickly—like a snake slithering over a fence.
“Yes… yes, go ahead.”
I swear I saw a faint smile on Killian’s face.
