Your Majesty, You're Just My Type
After dying in a traffic accident, a modern logistics secretary wakes up inside the body of Aelric Xyllos, the youngest son of a defeated southern noble house in the vast Cyprus Empire.
Now a treaty ward sent to the imperial capital as political collateral, Aelric expects a quiet, carefully monitored life inside Saint Corin’s House, where the empire keeps its hostages dressed as honored guests.
Instead, he makes the mistake of attracting the attention of the worst possible person.
Emperor Damian Cyprus is not known for sentiment. He is known for surviving a succession war, crushing rebellions, memorizing grain reports, and ruling an empire through cold precision rather than charm. To the court, he is a dangerous ruler whose greatest weapon is not his army, but his ability to notice weakness before anyone else does.
Unfortunately for Aelric, noticing patterns is exactly what he does too.
What begins as a few reckless observations during court sessions slowly pulls Aelric deeper into the machinery of imperial governance. First comes archive access. Then administrative review work. Then confidential investigations involving missing grain, forged laws, political conspiracies, and military corruption spreading through the western territories.
As Aelric becomes increasingly useful to the emperor, the entire court begins shifting around him.
Ministers start watching him.
Nobles start fearing him.
Rumors start calculating him.
And Damian starts relying on him in ways that become impossible to separate from something far more dangerous than political trust.
But empires are built on compromise, controlled violence, and legal fictions powerful enough to decide who starves and who survives. The closer Aelric gets to Damian, the more he realizes that loving a man like the emperor means standing beside decisions that can save provinces one day and destroy lives the next.
Because in the Cyprus Empire, affection is political, usefulness is survival, and being noticed by the emperor may be the most dangerous thing of all.
And unfortunately for Aelric...
His Imperial Majesty is exactly his type.