Amesaya

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]

"...I have to choose a King Consort right now?!"

No sooner did the young woman from Earth awake in the body of Empress Isabelle of Nevremia than she was informed she'd have to choose a King Consort to keep her throne. While she was still trying to get used to her new body, new world, and new position, her advisors insisted she marry some stranger to retain her power.

"But don't Empresses get to make the rules?"

As Isabelle Von Nevremia. not only is she the revered empress of a powerful country, but she has access to a special status system, which allows her to read people's names, skills, moods, and even their kinks. As well as that, there's some kind of mysterious 'challenge' system that awards her 'skill points' for successfully completing challenges.

...But all the challenges are just seducing people. How tacky...

"...If I'm going to be Empress, then I won't have a king! I'm going to have a harem!"

I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

There were several more meetings that day. One with her minister of agriculture, another with her minister of foreign affairs, a third with her treasurer, and then yet another meeting with her senate.

All in all, they were exhausting and dull. It wasn't that she hated it.

She was actually learning a great deal about how this world functioned from these sessions. But the details got pretty tedious.

That afternoon, she retreated to her private library and settled into a comfortable armchair, sipping tea.

She'd only just discovered the location of this library.

Or that she had a 'private library' at all. It was nice, though. Secluded, cozy, stocked full of books ranging from dry law journals to poetry to history to fiction.

It was the latter which intrigued her, as she had the urge to dig a book out at random to learn more about her new world.

Nothing better to learn about a world than their fiction, right?!

I'm not bookish, I'm studying