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

Jazara leaned towards the pitcher of water on the table, pouring a glass and lifting it to her lips as she studied the people present at the table. 

Her eyes rested on Alexander, who stood somewhat apart from the others. Her eyebrows drew together and she lowered the glass with a faint frown on her lips.

After a few moments, she spoke again, her voice softer than before.

"It is fortunate, indeed, that you found the time to visit my humble manor. I never thought I'd have the opportunity to host the entire imperial family like this, even if I offered my manor for such use..."

She said with a wry smile, a hint of amusement coloring her tone.

Isabelle suppressed an urge to scowl at her.

It wasn't like Jazara had done anything against her at all.

And also Alexander didn't trust her!

I'm not being catty, I'm being extra shrewd