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 sighed, leaning more comfortably against Phoenix's shoulder.

His hand stroked her hair slowly, his touch a warm comfort. He moved without any urgency, as if he saw no reason why he wouldn't be able to sit there comforting her all day. "...It was awful, to think you might have lost Snowball, wasn't it...?"

"You have no idea..." She whispered, shaking her head. The memory of all of that...it was a little hazy just from the sheer panic she felt, but her stomach lurched all the same just from the echo of her fear.

"...If it had gone on for much longer..." She bit her lip.

His arm gently snaked around her and tightened a little, subtly pulling her closer, his thumb rubbing her hip.

Something in his face made her wonder if the gesture was to comfort her, or to soothe himself.

"Hush, love. It didn't. And it won't."

She tilted her head back to look him in the face, just to study it - and his expression - better.

I'm not untrusting, I'm selectively vulnerable