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

Caleb Nord de Ceiori - Heir Apparent of Ceiori

Skill: Diplomatic Voice, Shrewd Intelligence

"Please don't scream. If it's discovered I'm communicating with you I won't be able to help you." Caleb said bluntly.

"I don't need you to help me, thank you very much." Isabelle hissed at him. "My men and I didn't murder your father."

The prince lifted a hand from the water to brush a damp lock of hair back from his face, brushing it out of his face and fixing his hair with a quick comb of his fingers.

"I'm quite aware you didn't." He settled in the water, resting his arms on the sides of the tub. "Had I believed otherwise, this meeting would not be occurring."

I'm not eloping, I'm scheming