THE ADVISOR'S GAME ;
[DEMO]
You are an assassin, a professional, a contract killer. The pay is good, and your clientele are more than happy to keep your identity well under wraps. You take whatever work comes your way, and you don't ask questions.
Until.
An anonymous job offer. An envelope with cash, an image of your target with surprisingly crisp quality, and a non-descript note, left on the doorstep of your home.
'Kill the eldest royal for the other half of your pay.'
That's how you ended up here. Undercover in the royal palace. As the newly appointed royal advisor.
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Are you a bloodthirsty killer, or do you kill out of pure necessity? Do you want to fish around for your mysterious employer, or do you want to live in blissful ignorance?
Make or break alliances, and maybe (reluctantly) fall for someone, as you navigate the intricacies of royal life, all while trying to figure out exactly why you were sent on such a risky job (and by who).
Do try not to get fired, and good luck.
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"The Advisor's Game" is an 18+ (for mentions of death/violence, non-descript gore, etc.) mystery-romance, with 5 (subject to change) gender-selectable romance options, as well as cast of characters to befriend or antagonise.
[note; one RO will be gender-locked non-binary, however all ROs will be romanceable by any gender of MC]
NSFW TAG (to block, if wanted); a palace scandal
[more under the cut]
ROMANCE OPTIONS;
[AGES]
A. Bellefleur ; Aleron - Alize / the crown royal (your target) / m/f
The (supposedly) well-loved eldest child to the reigning monarchs, they appear in public regularly and often participate in council meetings— clearly someone takes issue with this...probably.
A. has lightly freckled ivory skin and grey-blue eyes, in similar fashion to their siblings. Their hair is a dark-ish auburn and messily cut to the top of their ears (fem A. has it similarly messy, however it falls to their chin in choppy waves)
[neutral to friends (to lovers) ; neutral to disliked ; neutral to respected]
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K. Valiev ; Kostya - Katja / the head guard / m/f
An odd figure, unassuming, almost strangely approachable. They are quiet, and kind, and always smiling...so why do the older guards seem terrified of them?
K. is an olive skinned individual with a small scar running up over the right side of the jaw, and their eyes are dark brown. Their hair is a chestnut brown and is kept in tight curls, though they occasionally braid them (when they have time).
[friends to lovers ; neutral to friends (to lovers) ; friends/neutral to disliked]
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A. Caras ; Altair - Arali / the royal physician / m/f
Their bedside manner leaves much to be desired, they are no nonsense to the point of being borderline rude, yet the whole palace sings their praise as though they are an angel (you don't see it, personally, but maybe you will eventually).
A. is an individual with vitiligo, leaving patches of their naturally sienna skin instead a pale ivory, as well as whitening some strands of their fringe. Their eyes are a bright green, and their honey blond curls are kept short (fem A. has longer curls, around chest length, that she keeps up in a ponytail for work).
[neutral to respected ; neutral to disliked ; neutral to friends (to lovers)]
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T. Bellefleur ; Talbot - Tallis / the middle royal / m/f
The younger, but not youngest, sibling to the crown royal. They don't like you much (then again they don't like many people much), but you're not sure about that knowing glint in their eye when you interact— what do they see in you?
T. has heavily freckled beige skin and almost eerily pale blue eyes. Their hair is a fiery auburn and cut into a messy undercut (fem T. has shoulder length hair, covering an undercut at the back).
[enemies? to friends (to lovers) ; enemies? to respected]
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M. Serrel ; Marin / your fellow assassin / nb
You had to do a double-take when you saw them, and so did they, it seemed someone wanted you two in the palace at the same time...but why?
Marin is a sienna skinned individual, with hazel eyes (on the greener side) and almost black-brown hair. Their hair just brushes their shoulders in length and falls in soft waves, though they quite often have it pulled into a half up bun/ponytail.
[rivals to friends (to lovers) ; friends (to lovers) ; friends to rivals ; friends to friends with benefits (to lovers)]
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NOTE; for all romances MC must befriend the RO of their choice first, otherwise they won't consider anything beyond some light flirting. Additionally, in the case of A. Caras and T. Bellefleur, the romances will be slower burn (especially Caras).
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The most obvious means by which a queen might exercise influence at court was through her close contact with the king in much the same way as other nobles did, although the nature of such influence is impossible to judge because it does not leave records behind. That women would advise their husbands, even kings, was accepted and expected: Christine de Pizan maintained that the wise princess would urge her husband to discuss matters with his councillors, and encourage others to advise him. Jacobus de Cessolis, recognizing that queens would thereby be privy to important matters of state, advised that a queen's 'wysedom ought tappere in spekynge that is to wete that she be secrete and telle not such thynges as ought to be holden secrete'. Queens were of course not exempt from the traditional misogynistic fear of the power of women's words to lure men, as Eve had done, into sin and folly. The fourteenth-century author of The III Consideracions Right Necesserye to the Good Governaunce of a Prince warned
And how be it that a kinge or Prince shulde love his lady and wyf in maner as him self, yit it is nat expedient that he uttyr unto hir, and discloosc the sccrccs, grcctc conscillcs and greet thingcs that he hath doon for his estate and for his landc, nc that in such thing he be governed aftir hir at som tymc, but he shulde allc daycs reserve unto him self the lordship and souvereyntee, or ellys many perilles may betide.
But to be governed was not the same as to be advised and there was also a strong tradition and rich literature of women wisely advising their husbands at all levels of society. This included encouraging a husband to make peace with his subjects or to be more generous to the poor or the Church as well as the familiar motif of intercession in response to a particular plea.
-J.L. Laynesmith, "The Last Medieval Queens: English Queenship 1445-1503"
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DEMO ANNOUNCEMENT; THE DROP
Ladies, gents, and nons, it's the moment you've all been waiting for;
The Demo Is Now Here
the page will be a little boring for the moment, i'll worry about description, graphics, etc. at a later date (maybe after Christmas), so i apologise
additionally; the autosave currently does not work as intended, so please make sure to save manually, and should you wish to continue your save in the update do not save on the final thank you/demo end screen as it will be removed in updates
Now!
In this demo you can (and will);
learn a little bit (just a little bit) of context behind your situation;
choose the gender of A. Bellefleur and T. Bellefleur;
decide whether your MC will (start out) bloodthirsty, indifferent, or guiltridden;
also decide whether you were hired for your military knowledge, your diplomacy, or your charm/etiquette;
sort of meet the King and Queen.
it is a relatively short prologue, i will admit, but i do hope you enjoy!
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For some reason in my head this is a long shot bc I don’t think I’ve ever seen either as a main character but yuuji? or suguru?
[i have written for geto before!! and here's another wip for him <3 (sorry yuuji you're my baby but idk if i know how to slut u out)] TW - SLIGHT YAN IMPLICATIONS
“I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Your voice is barely a whisper, but it’s so unexpected that Suguru almost jumps when he hears it. He looks up from the book in his lap towards you on the bed with wide, startled eyes. You’re watching him mistrustfully, almost nervously, but your own eyes are glassy and unfocused—the drugs the court physicians have been feeding you haven’t fully worn off yet, but their effects have dulled enough to let you rouse.
Suguru closes his book without bothering to mark the page.
“He thinks you did. They all do,” Suguru says, inching a little bit closer to the edge of his seat to be near to you. It doesn't surprise him to hear it was an accident after all, in spite of the rumours. He hears your sincerity in your words. Reads it in the lines of your face.
You bite your lip, tears glittering prettily along your lash line.
“Do you?” you ask him, meek and desperate.
Suguru hums quietly, contemplating it. Your eyes still glister with the swell of unshed tears as you wait for him to reply. He lets you agonize in the anticipation of his answer for a few moments longer than he ought to.
“No, I don’t.”
You soften in relief at his words, a little sob escaping you.
“I was just angry,” you murmur quietly.
Geto scoots closer.
“You had reason to be.”
You look up at him as he wipes a tear from your cheek with a handkerchief he pulls from his breast pocket.
“Satoru isn’t…” you flinch when you hear your husband’s name, your face tilting ever so slightly away from him as he brushes the soft cotton over your skin, and it makes something stir in the pit of Suguru’s stomach. Treacherously hopeful. Selfishly delighted. “He’s not a cruel man.”
You look away from him properly then, your eyes refusing to meet his own. He continues to blot your tears even with your chin turned away from him.
“You must get tired of defending him,” you say quietly.
Geto smiles, but the expression is tight.
“It’s my duty.”
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