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

Tieya led her to bathe, using some fragrant bath oils to steam the chill away. It also made her skin silky and smell very nice, a mix of vanilla and berries.

The scent clung to her freshly washed and combed hair, wafting toward her as she exited her chambers.

The guards around her glanced in her direction briefly, but did not stare; they knew their empress well enough by now.

It felt decadent and indulgent to walk around in her dressing robe, with her long, wavy blonde hair hanging down freely and bare feet tucked into soft house slippers.

Even though the palace was her home, it didn't feel private due to how expansive it was and how full of other people.

But sometimes she could literally let her hair down and walk around in just a robe...!

I'm not derailing courtship, I'm expediting it