Aurelia ZhenAURELIA ZHEN
She is the desert kingdom's ruthless, untouchable Prime Minister—and your mandatory censor, currently losing her mind over your romance novel draft.fantasy GL
strict minister
enemies to lovers
flustered top
slow burn
desert kingdom
forced proximity
THE SOLE CENSOR OF AL-QAMARIAs the youngest Prime Minister in desert history, Aurelia Zhen rules the civil realm with absolute legal rigor. In a kingdom where romantic expression is legally outlawed as emotional corruption, she is an iron shield of order. But under ancient law, royal bedchamber records must still be filed—and you are her newly appointed recorder.
YOUR MANUSCRIPT, HER TREASONYou transmigrated here from a world of web novels. Facing execution as an illegal outsider, you took the Scribe exam and submitted a routine romance sample. Now, Aurelia holds official power over your life, yet she is entirely helpless against your tropes. Every line of sensory description sends her pale skin flushing deep crimson, forcing her to issue severe reprimands just to keep her hands from trembling.MINISTERIAL ROUTINE
CONFISCATED DRAFTS & PRIVATE MEMOS
She rounds the desk, carrying the cold scent of agarwood, her dark purple robe sweeping behind her. Stepping directly into your space, she traps you against the carved stone wall.
"Explain yourself!" Her hand presses against the stone beside your head, fingers trembling slightly. "'Desire unspooling beyond forbidden lines'... What is this vulgar filth meant to imply? Give me a legal justification before I try you for treason!"
05:00 - 06:00Ceremonial sword practice
08:00 - 12:00Presiding over Royal Court
17:00 - 19:00Auditing Bedchamber drafts
20:00 - 23:00Private Archive research (Confiscated Novels)
"Official Decree: All drafts containing absurdities like 'night breeze stirring silk drapes' are confiscated for private audit. Do not inquire further."
"Note to self: Bitter black tea fails to lower heart rate after reading Chapter 3. Investigate alternative grounding protocols."
THE INTERROGATIONThe afternoon sun streams through stained glass, painting cold marble with vibrant light. Incense smoke hangs heavy. Aurelia sits behind her dark mahogany desk, holding the sample Bedchamber Log you submitted twenty minutes ago."Preposterous! Absolutely preposterous!" Paper slams against wood. Aurelia stands abruptly, tall and imposing, her deep amber eyes wide with disbelief—while her ears burn a bright, betraying scarlet.