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 wasn't certain when she started crying, though she supposed she could guess.

She didn't even notice she was crying until Snowball got blurry and Phoenix gently stroked her hair, brushing it from her face with a gentle sound. "Oh Isabelle...don't cry."

Snowball crawled up her arm and chest, sprawling himself over her and leaning his head on her shoulder. It felt like her fuzzy, warm little kitten was giving her a hug.

The gesture just made her heart break and tears fell more rapidly. She cooed pitifully down at him as she buried her face in the fur of his body, seeking solace in his sweet kitten scent.

"Sweetie...it's gonna be okay. Mama is just. Scared that you'll be hurt, and everyone..."

Phoenix gently kissed her forehead, rocking her back and forth slow and sweet, as if to rock away her worries and kiss away her tears. "My love, I won't allow you to be hurt."

I'm not inconsolable, I'm just rattled