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

The morning light fell in rays through the windows and slowly warmed her skin.

Isabelle had expected to wake to warmth. She certainly did, pressed into the broad chest of Phoenix.

The smell of fresh pancakes made her stomach growl.

A warm blanket she didn't remember wrapping up in covered her otherwise bare skin and protected her modesty while she stretched in place, wincing just a bit as she did so, still sore from yesterday's activities.

It sang sweet promises of breakfast goodness.

She padded out into the dining room.

Lyov pressed a kiss to her forehead and nudged her into the chair as she made it into the room. "Eat. Tenshi melted enough of the snow that we can make it back to the palace today."

Isabelle hummed softly, lips pursed as she sat at the chair.

I'm not dragging my feet, I'm pacing myself