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

It was a strange sort of emotion - as she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder and allowed his fingers to delicately stroke through her hair.

She couldn't quite describe what she felt.

The content had given way to something much harder to describe.

Talked about her plans - what little she had herself. Her hopes. Her fears.

She had opened up to all four of the members of her harem, about the things she'd discovered, and the chilling truths it had revealed about this nation of Ceiori. How different it was from Nevremia.

Her lips had remained shut, however, about the name of the mystery man of these tunnels.

It wasn't like she didn't trust them.

After all, she did tell them about his past, about how he responded to Caoimhe, about his goodbye in the tunnel.

I'm not giving an inch, I'm staring down the barrel