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

She was caught and dragged back to her room to continue sifting through her mountain of paperwork.

Isabelle glared at it in accusation, even as the evening sun glinted off its pristine edges.

I'm the Empress! Why am I doing paperwork?!

Well, it wasn't the same 'paperwork' she'd done in her old life, and mostly consisted of reports, policy and treaty proposals, and that sort of thing. And it was her own fault for trying to be a hands-on Empress.

Lyov picked up a piece and flicked his gaze over it. "What is this proposal on new mining sites? A silver deposit...considerable potential size, but difficult to get to..."

She made a grabby hand at him. "A silver mine...?? That's profitable, right? Nevremia could use that!"

I'm not shirking duties, I'm delegating