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

Isabelle felt slightly uncomfortable when the carriage rocked beneath her and shook her from sleep. She hadn't even realized she'd fallen asleep on the ride. She blinked, turning her gaze to her left where Lyov sat.

Lyov offered a slight smile, before glancing back down at his book with a look of mild concentration.

She let her eyes drift downward to Snowball on her lap, enjoying the peaceful feeling that settled within her heart at seeing Snowball resting comfortably with his soft white fur against her clothes.

While the bumpy ride had stirred her, the little kitten snoozed peacefully still.

The sun shone brightly above them, casting warm rays upon Isabelle's cheeks as she peeked outside to observe the passing scenery. Her gaze lingered briefly on the passing farmland, the arrangement of animals grazing in the fields, and the endless stretch of forest.

She still couldn't see what was past the abrupt drop in the distance.

I'm not dazed, I'm processing