They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 500: Boom. Checkmate. Royal edition.

It was overwhelming.

Nnenna didn’t want it. It felt like too much, too formal, too public. She just wanted a quiet day with the people she cared about.

She needed someone to talk sense into Queen White. So she went to Somto.

To her relief, he agreed to help.

Although... judging by the odd look on his face, Nnenna wasn’t entirely sure if his reasons were the same as hers.

Still, she had an ally.

That night, they both made a plan to talk to the King and Queen during dinner.

Whatever it took, they were going to try and stop that party.

Nnenna freshened up and headed downstairs right on time. She always made it a point to be punctual, being late was impolite, especially in the royal household where even the King and Queen, despite their endless responsibilities, never kept anyone waiting.

She paused at the mirror near her door, giving herself one last look.

Neat. Composed. Ready.

With a small nod to herself, she opened the door and walked toward the dining hall.

As she approached, the door to the hall slid open, and her steps slowed.

She heard a voice. A very familiar one.

"She doesn’t like pink. Let’s go with purple instead," the voice said confidently, laced with gentle amusement.

Queen White’s voice followed, warm and appreciative. "Really? I’m so glad you’re here to help me. I would’ve gone with pink, thinking all girls liked pink."

Nnenna blinked, frowning slightly as she stepped fully into view. Her eyes moved to the left side of the Queen... and there he was.

Carl.

Sitting comfortably, book open in front of him.

But it wasn’t just any book.

bold

Her brows lifted.

Planner?

Planning what?

eyes suspiciously, suddenly piecing the

the Queen. Helping with...

Oh no.

helping her plan

the room yet, and somehow she already

and stared,

down notes with the kind of intense focus only royalty planning a grand celebration could manage. She was nodding vigorously at every word Carl said, clearly impressed with

King White sat like a man who had accidentally swallowed a fly. His expression was a mixture

going on for

Four. Full. Hours.

his very own queen, had practically forgotten he existed ever

now? He wanted him out. Out of the palace. Out of the planner. Out of his

his wife loved him, he would’ve sworn

was just too damn

be one of the reasons he

Now?

Not so much

dance floor shaped like Nnenna’s initials. But each

she

are

Brutal.

every time Carl opened his mouth, it was as if golden ideas fell out like raindrops of divine design. The Queen clapped.

lavender?

to orchestral music? She called

but a six tiered crystalline fruit sculpture? She ordered a custom made one from the Ice Artisan Guild before he

And the King?

sit there. Jealous. Frustrated.

stung, even he had to

Carl’s ideas were... better.

Trend aware. Royal

thought bitterly, blame me for not having Carl’s flawless taste, calm charisma,