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

Isabelle stopped her sentence mid-word, blinking, and looked down at the noisy little kitten who decided to interrupt her discussion with Phoenix.

"Yes, baby? What is it?" She smiled, then raised an eyebrow when the kitten wiggled and struggled to climb his way out of the sleeve.

They were still in the carriage, the doors shut tight, so it was perfectly safe to let the kitten out.

Though it would mean unleashing kitten-ous terror upon the inhabitants.

She hummed and carefully withdrew the kitten from his sling, just to ensure Snowball wouldn't hurt himself or the sling clambering out of something designed not to let him get out on his own.

She set him down on her lap. "Better?"

Snowball stood on her leg, swaying back and forth and wiggling his rump.

Then, in a burst of movement, he bounded over to the edge of the seat, braced himself against the leather, and stretched as high as he could to stare out the window.

I'm not importing plants, I'm cultivating new vegetation