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The Accidental Tyrant: My Social Anxiety is a Lethal Weapon

Alexander “Alex” Scott is everything a kingdom could want in a crown prince. He’s six-foot-three. He has the kind of stare that makes grown generals forget how to breathe. His magic hums like a loaded weapon. When he walks into a room, even the High Mages go quiet. Kingsworth sees him as a cold, inevitable force of nature — the perfect heir to his terrifying father. The truth? Alex is a mess. He’s twenty, chronically anxious, running on three hours of sleep, and one poorly timed intrusive thought away from leveling a building. He would like, ideally, to eat a muffin in peace. Maybe take a nap. Definitely stop accidentally vaporizing people because his magic reacts to stress like it’s preparing for the apocalypse. The Premise In Kingsworth, magic answers intent. That’s the problem. Because when Alex panics, his magic doesn’t flicker — it tightens. It compresses. It coils like something about to detonate. To everyone watching, it looks like he’s calmly gathering the power of a dying star before passing judgment. Inside his head? He’s wondering if he left the stove on. Or whether his sleeve feels wrong. Or if everyone in the room can tell he has no idea what he’s doing. When an execution goes horribly right, Alex accidentally solidifies his reputation as something monstrous. His father, the King, finally looks at him with approval. The court starts whispering about destiny. The rebellion takes notice. Now Alex is trapped in a role he never meant to play — navigating a palace full of predators, a kingdom that worships strength, and a father who believes mercy is rot. All while trying not to implode reality during a mild anxiety spike. His goal? Survive the political season. Don’t trigger a magical catastrophe. Maybe prove he isn’t the villain everyone thinks he is. What Readers Can Expect The “Cringe-King” Dynamic A constant clash between Alex’s spiraling, painfully relatable internal monologue and the terrifying, mythic figure everyone else sees. Accidental Overpowered Moments He’s not trying to dominate every room. He’s just stressed enough to bend physics. A “Monster” with a Heart Alex wants to help people. Quietly. Subtly. Without anyone — especially his father — realizing he cares. A Brutal World Kingsworth is built on the belief that weakness deserves extinction. Empathy isn’t admirable — it’s dangerous. And Alex’s secret softness might be the most rebellious thing about him.
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My School Life As a Figuran

​"Beautiful..." Reina whispered. She took off her coat, letting the mountain breeze sweep against her white dress. ​I stood a few steps behind her, watching how the white petals fell and got caught in her black hair. In this place, with no one watching, Reina didn't look like "The Princess" or the perfect "President." She looked... fragile. Like the petals she was staring at. ​"Izumi," she called out without turning around. "Do you ever wonder... what if we had never entered that room? What if you had never agreed to work on those stupid fliers?" ​"I’d probably be a very successful unemployed person by now," I answered. "And you’d probably still be the most feared person in school, yet the loneliest person in your own world." ​Reina turned around. Her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me want to look away, but I forced myself to stay still. ​"The world out there is so noisy right now because of that video," she said. "Everyone has an opinion about us. They all feel like they own us. But here... under this tree, no one owns us but ourselves." ​She took a step closer. One step. Two steps. We were now only inches apart. ​"Tell me," she whispered, her voice nearly swallowed by the wind. "Who is Nakamura Izumi to Kurokawa Reina, when there are no cameras recording?" ​Love. ​The word felt foreign on my tongue. It felt too "shiny" and disgusting for someone like me. ​But, her silhouette under that white cherry blossom tree... the weight of her head on my shoulder... the way she looked at me when no cameras were watching... ​It all kept replaying in my head like a broken film that refused to die. ​My mind was spinning. I swallowed hard, looking into her eyes which reflected the shadow of the evening sky. I paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "For me, you are..."
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