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Princess Rosalina was many things. A beloved mother, cherised by her dear Luma children. A mighty warrior of the cosmos, whose star-woven magic had the power to destroy or delight. A sophisticated and highly imaginative bookworm, whose storybooks were almost as precious as the reader's soul.
One thing Rosalina was not, however, was a screaming fangirl. Or at least she thought she would never subdue herself to fawning over a person's supposedly attractive qualities in the hopes they'd give her a millisecond of their attention. No, she considered herself intelligent, insightful...until she admitted the joyfully painful truth that she was in love.
With none other than Princess Daisy of Sarasaland.
Hopelessly in love, is how Rosie felt. Because who could dare match the golden radiance of Daisy's smile, her wit, her kindness, those soft autumn-colored curls, her sculpted figure—and above all, her heart...so full of life, of love. Rosalina did not think she could ever be equal to such a goofy, adorable, wonderful human being. So she resigned herself to watching Daisy from afar, like her guardian angel. Except she'd been struck by another angel's arrow of unattainable romance.
But her burning cheeks begged her to not accept defeat. She was a wielder of cosmic energy after all, and many people unknowingly send their wishes to her. How come she couldn't have a stellar miracle for herself? So, she mustered all of her bravery, and warped to the Mushroom Kingdom, in search of the one person she hoped could fix her royal dilemma—Princess Peach, her sister.