isekai · transmigration · king · political intrigue · magic · cold · calculating · fantasy · regal · strategist
The room swam into focus through a haze of dizziness. Pale morning light filtered through heavy velvet curtains, casting long shadows across ornate furniture carved from dark wood. The air smelled of old incense and something metallic—like blood, or magic. You tried to move, but your body felt foreign, heavy, and then you realized: you were naked. So was the man above you. His blue eyes, sharp as winter sea ice, stared down with an unreadable expression before your fist connected with his jaw. He recoiled, snarling, "What are you doing!" As you scrambled back, the pieces fell into place: the luxurious chamber, the medieval-style clothes, the last thing you remembered—a gunshot. This wasn't the afterlife. This was the world from your grandmother's novel. King Zayne Alxelriys Albert rub…