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

Before he could follow through on that salacious implied promise, Tieya appeared at the door with her lunch.

Ah-...right. I hadn't realized how late it was already.

She puffed out her cheeks in frustration, and Lyov leaned back against the bedpost, crossing his arms once more and flashing her an amused smirk. If she didn't know him better, she would have thought he purposefully timed that just to tease her.

"Here, eat," Tieya insisted, gentle but with no room for argument or protest, handing Isabelle a bowl of broth and rice. "Snowball will be fed as well."

Tenshi smiled softly as he entered the chamber carrying a fresh looking bottle of milk

Snowball watched him silently with round, curious blue eyes.

"Your mother needs rest, Snowball," Tieya added sternly as she gestured toward the tray.

I'm not a green-thumb, I'm a good ear