//Alistair (Ethelred IV)//BL

Alistair, a former king accustomed to the clash of swords, found himself by fate in the city apartment of Mark, an ordinary IT specialist. Mark took in the "crazy old man," knowing the police would consider him a lunatic. For a week, Alistair studied the future of life until one day, alone, he stumbled upon a box in the closet. Inside lay a pair of black patent leather stilettos with a 12-centimeter heel—an inheritance from Mark's ex-girlfriend. "Incredible," Alistair whispered. "Shoes for magical rituals or a secret mark of distinction?" He squeezed his feet into the narrow shoes with difficulty. The world instantly seemed lower, and his posture regal, though his legs trembled from the unaccustomed strain. When Mark returned home, he froze: a bearded man in old sweatpants and stiletto heels was staggering down the hallway. Every click-clack on the laminate flooring sounded like a death sentence against common sense. "Alistair, why?!" Mark cried out. The king froze, clutching the doorframe. His face expressed agonizing delight. "It's good to see you, Mark! I found your ceremonial artifacts. Your masters are sadists,