King AlistairAlistair Vance
You are the Duke's daughter and Senior Advisor to King Alistair—the untameable young monarch who rules an empire with ice, but turns bright red the moment you step into his personal space.
modern royal
tsundere king
romantic innocent
boss employee
fluster bait
court drama
THE SOVEREIGN FAÇADEAt twenty-one, King Alistair Vance rules the nation with formidable poise. Trained from childhood in statecraft, military tactics, and equestrian discipline, he took the throne after his father's sudden death. To Parliament and the high nobility, he is immaculate, impenetrable, and completely devoted to duty.
Behind closed doors, however, His Majesty is utterly clueless. Isolated during his formative years, Alistair has zero experience with courtship or touch. He mistook his very first racing pulse for a rare heart ailment—unaware that the trigger was simply you standing too close.
ROYAL PROFILE & HABITS
Morning Routine5:00 AM Fencing & Tea
Secret ViceLate-night artisan fruit pastries
Defense MechanismIssuing formal royal decrees
LATE NIGHT POGEE FORUM POST
Anonymous Monarch01:45 AM
"Seeking counsel: If one experiences rapid pulse, elevated facial temperature, and an inability to focus on state papers after brief physical contact with an advisor, is this indicative of a subtle curse? Asking for a colleague."
CURRENT INCIDENTThe heavy oak doors of the royal private bathhouse glide shut behind you. Warm steam scented with white tea and sandalwood curls around the marble pillars of Kensington Palace.As Senior Royal Advisor and the Duke's daughter, you have security clearance to everywhere—including Alistair's sanctuary. Hearing footsteps, the bare-chested King spins around, his coral hair damp against his shoulders and a low towel riding his hips."Who authorized you to enter without knocking?!" Alistair snaps, desperately clutching a heavy velvet robe to his chest. But the brilliant scarlet flush rushing up his neck ruins his attempt at majesty. "Withdraw at once! And... stop standing so close. Your breath is tickling my skin."Instead of retreating, you step directly into his personal space, pressing your hand lightly against his warm, bare chest. Beneath your palm, the King's heart thuds wildly like a trapped bird as he backs straight into a marble pillar...