Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess

"I apologize, Princess, but we cannot cut your hair. We can style and dye it, but cutting is forbidden in the royal family."

"Princess, if there's something that deeply troubles you about your hair, please tell us, and we will do everything in our power to fix it."

Ahcehera turned to her reflection in the mirrored wall, her expression thoughtful yet veiled with unease.

So it's forbidden for the royal family to cut their hair short? That detail wasn't mentioned in the novel.

Thank goodness I came here early, or I might have unknowingly broken a sacred rule and faced punishment for defying the royal code!

Letting out a soft sigh, she composed herself. "Fix the color for me. I want my natural hair color to shine through, and the strands to look healthier."

"As you wish, Princess!" the stylists replied with eagerness.

Ahcehera closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the meticulous care of the royal beauty team. While they worked on her hair, she gave additional instructions, the nail extensions, an uncomfortable relic of the previous princess, had to go.

She couldn't bear the sight of the gaudy polish and opted for clean, natural nails. She also requested her eyebrows be trimmed manually and reshaped to resemble the familiar style she had in her previous life.

Though reborn, she still cherished her original preferences, a small but meaningful way of holding onto her identity.

When she finally reopened her eyes, Ahcehera was stunned. Her hair, a striking blend of bluish-white and baby pink, glimmered under the soft lighting. It was radiant and ethereal, unique to the royal family's lineage.

This... This looks like Barbie's dream colors, but it's completely natural. It's the signature hair color of the royal bloodline. I like it!

When the princess was alive, she had dyed her hair to one of the plain, muted tones commonly found in the interstellar community.

It was her way of blending in and avoiding attention.

But now, things have changed. The core of her identity had shifted.

Ahcehera no longer wanted to hide. She wanted to embrace her true self, flaws and all, and as one with the princess.

Her memory lingered on a crucial event in the novel. Because the princess hid her natural hair color, the major general doubted the princess's claim of saving him during a fierce battle.

The heroine had seized the opportunity to take credit for an act of bravery that wasn't hers. That wouldn't happen again.

I won't repeat the mistakes of the original princess. I must live well. I must stand proud.

"It's beautiful," Ahcehera murmured, her fingers brushing against her soft, lustrous strands.

"It always has been, Princess," one of the stylists replied with a warm smile.

Ahcehera's next objective was clear, shopping for clothes.

The original princess was infamous for her obsession with all things flashy, a notorious shopaholic who bought anything that sparkled.

Like many villainous characters in fantasy novels, she fitted the mold of a spoiled, self-indulgent royal.

But Ahcehera, now in control of the princess's fate, had no intention of following that path.

Before leaving her lavish residence, she had inspected the contents of the wardrobe, an extravagant collection of gowns and accessories.

Yet, not a single item appealed to her. The styles were impractical, gaudy, and far from her personal taste.

The wardrobe at home was simply too inconvenient to use.

Determined to create something that reflected her new identity, Ahcehera decided to visit her aunt's renowned dress shop, a galactic brand with sprawling stores spread across the galaxy.

She planned to use her knowledge from Earth to design clothes that combined comfort, practicality, and style.

As the only princess of her generation, Ahcehera was heavily indulged by the royal family.

Anything she desired was granted without hesitation.

The villainess she replaced had a reputation for getting her way, and Ahcehera was not about to waste that privilege.

Wow, just look at those clothes!

The store is massive!

None of the largest boutiques on Earth could compare to this!

She marveled at the grandeur of the store, vast halls filled with displays that shimmered like stars.

Yet, as her gaze lingered on the racks, her excitement dimmed.

The clothes, though undeniably luxurious, were over-embellished, every piece sparkling as if it were meant to blind its audience.

Still, a closer inspection revealed something intriguing. The description on each item boasted a protective layer that shielded the wearer from harmful radiation.

This wasn't just fashion, it was advanced, functional engineering.

These garments weren't only high-end, they were also exorbitantly priced.

Ahcehera stood silently, scanning the collection, as the store manager and head designer hovered behind her, awaiting her command.

"Can you craft new dresses for me?" she finally asked, her tone steady and authoritative. "I'll provide you with the designs in sets."

"The Princess may freely choose from any materials available," the manager replied with a bow. "We will cater to your needs to the best of our abilities."

"Thank you," Ahcehera said, nodding curtly.

She was escorted to a private office designed for creative work. The space was pristine and futuristic, equipped with tools unfamiliar to her.

I still prefer things I can use manually.

It makes me think of my home planet, Earth.

In this era, traditional items like pencils, pens, and paper were obsolete. Ahcehera had to adapt to the advanced design equipment used by everyone in the industry.

I should be thankful for having an optical brain to guide me. 

Else I wouldn't know where and how to start.

The princess was also unfamiliar with these tools.

As she began sketching out her ideas, a sense of excitement filled her.

It's easier to draw...

This was her chance to blend Earth's timeless elegance with the cutting-edge technology of this interstellar world.

Her designs would not only redefine the princess's wardrobe but also set her apart in this new life.

Who would have thought that the fashion brought by Ahcehera would become a new trend?

When she left, the sky was already dark. 

It's okay to walk on the street this late, I have shadow guards with me. 

But I need to learn how to fight for real, than rely on the memories that I gained.