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

Today was to be an outing just between Isabelle and Octavian. It had been discussed, agreed on, and she'd been told to wear something simple and comfortable, rather than the attire of her station.

A very loose white cotton blouse and a fitted blue skirt would do the trick, along with her winter cloak.

Her guards were present, but as she left her room, she motioned them back. She didn't want to travel with such a big group. She wanted to walk with Octavian. Just them.

Heavy snowflakes began to fall from a sky stained dark gray by all the snow waiting to fall from its dark clouds.

They floated lazily downwards like tiny fairies to land softly on her cloak or to disappear upon the stone flagstones of the path she walked, crunching softly underfoot. Although the snow still melted on contact with the ground, she knew better than to trust it to stay that way.

I'm not strolling, I'm dating