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 squinted and pressed her fingers to her lips, staring down at the paper in front of her.

It was rather small and unimpressive, for being such a pain in her ass.

Finally, she sighed and shook her head. "...A diplomatic summons...?"

Octavian shrugged slightly, clearly doing his best to distance himself from the summons, despite the intrinsic connection. "It's...more of an invitation. My father set up a meeting between Nevremia and the nation of Ceiori. It's not compulsory..."

Phoenix huffed softly. "Except that if Nevremia snubs the invitation it will humiliate Pristan and sour our relations with both Ceiori and Pristan. Right before her wedding to you, at that."

Octavian sighed, pressing his lips into a line. "...Yeah. Something like that. So...you need to go, if you wish to be polite. But - it's...still not a summons..."

His voice was just a bit defeated in that last bit.

I'm not being summoned, I'm being invited