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

Although Lyov was simply reading one of his stories when she wandered into his room - or rather, the study in her room he enjoyed most - the temperature in the room dropped.

"Your majesty. To what do I owe this honor?" He set his book down, and the tension in his jaw and shoulders eased somewhat, but not nearly as much as she might like.

Ugh. I've not deserved him at all!

She immediately rushed over and fell onto her knees before him with a loud thump. "Lyov!" She cried out pitifully as she prostrated herself on the carpet floor before him in penance, burying her face into the palm of her hands shamefully. "Forgive me for upsetting you!"

Lyov's eyes go wide, and he immediately grabbed her shoulders, wrenching her up. "Wh-what the hell are you doing?!" His face was red, brows knit. "That...that's highly inappropriate, Your Majesty! Please, I'm only a knight."

I'm not callous, I'm selfish [R18]