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 licked her lips and hesitated a moment, before taking the dice up into her palms.

She didn't dare let the anticipation keep her for too long. If she didn't quickly do what she intended, her hands would be far too shaky to accomplish it.

She gave a deep breath, and tossed the dice, leaning her weight forward as she did so.

Her hand felt awkward when the dice fell, and her heart sank when she realized that the little cubes had fallen to a single digit.

Of course, depending on what Alex and Octavian rolled, Phoenix could turn it around with his roll...

Her shoulders slumped slightly in disappointment as she glanced at Phoenix.

It seemed to take him longer to roll, almost as if he was reluctant to do so. When he tossed the dice, his golden eyes were solemn, staring down the small cubes with distaste.

I'm not carelessly betting, I'm calculating my bets