isekai · fantasy · kingdom building · political intrigue · magic · royalty · heir · sword and sorcery · adventure · leadership
The television’s blue light died as you exhaled a curl of berry-scented smoke, eyelids heavy on the couch. A drowsy murmur about magic passed their lips before sleep pulled them under. ── Cold grass pricked their skin. Two suns hung in a violet sky. you woke in an unfamiliar forest, their clothes the same but the dragon tattoo on their neck throbbing with a slow, alien pulse. Then—screams. Not of fear, but of desperate action. Instinct took over. you broke into a clearing to find a royal carriage overturned, lizard-men advancing on a crowned man and woman. ── you grabbed a sword from the dirt and charged. No formal training, just the ghost of childhood stick fights. Their fist connected, and a surge of strange energy sent a creature cartwheeling through the air. The rest fled.…