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 slumped at the table with a sigh, shrinking all the more under the twin exasperated gazes of the two husbands sitting at the table with her.

Even Tenshi looked as if he'd expected her to know about elven customs.

"...I just hope I can fix it." She groaned miserably, dropping her forehead into her palm. "I can't afford to alienate any more people. Especially not when acting officially as Empress!"

Alexander squeezed her hand gently and shook his head, voice calm and soothing. "He's not in Isca right now, I don't think you offended him as much as you're worried you have. He'll be expecting people not to behave like elves."

She brightened a little at that thought.

Even if she'd been offensive on accident, the elf surely couldn't have expected everyone to know elven customs!

...even though everyone but her so far had.

I'm not the odd one out, I'm just the minority