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

Lyov had set out all of Isabelle's favorite dishes on a large dining room table covered in candles and rose petals.

Whaaah...this is all so lovely!

Her eyes sparkled, her expression awash with glee.

Lyov had definitely worked hard on this.

She paused to admire everything, lingering especially long on Lyov himself.

He looked so handsome as he served their meal for them. She felt...completely charmed.

She just...couldn't wait to enjoy it all.

He blushed but otherwise seemed unaffected by her admiration.

"Isabelle. I apologize, but dinner is a bit simple tonight. I'll be able to prepare more complex dishes starting tomorrow."

She blinked and shook her head. "I'm certain everything is perfect...!"

She clapped her hands together eagerly as she examined everything laid out in front of her.

I'm not a worrier, I'm just concerned