I used to die a little every day. Not literally-well, eventually literally-but back then, I just called it “work.” Endless overtime at a black company, coffee replacing sleep, and managers who treated us like mindless corporate sheep. And somehow, that was considered “normal life.” Then… I died. From overwork, plain and simple. But instead of some boring afterlife, I woke up six years old-and a princess. Michelle, eighth princess of a huge, fancy kingdom. Except… I had no magic talent, no divine blessings, and everyone deemed me useless. I was confined to a shabby, crumbling palace, far from the main royal halls. And yet-surrounded by silk, chandeliers, and-get this-free food, clothing, and shelter… “Wait… no overtime? No pointless meetings? Is this heaven?!” I whispered, half-expecting someone to yell, “Just kidding! Back to hell!” After a life of endless grind, this felt like winning the lottery. From corporate drone to princess, from overworked to overindulged… and somehow, thriving in a life my old self could never have imagined. This is the story of my new life.