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

Her grandmother called Rosereave useless, too.

"You've taken a liking to him." She sighed heavily and drummed her fingers on the table impatiently.

"Well. I can't blame you. It's perfectly normal to get attached to your first. But a true empress should know better than to get so attached to a man. Look at what happened to your mother."

The sting of loss cut deep inside her chest.

"But." She protested softly. "Rosereave doesn't make me cry..."

"Tsk." Grandmother clicked her teeth sharply. "He is a concubine. Don't forget that. When you become empress you'll receive a King Consort. And you'll do well to remember that the marriage is not about love."

Marriage was not about love, but duty. They continued tradition and the pure line of the original queen.

"A foolish mistake, indeed." Grandmother grumbled angrily.

I'm not a foolish princess, I'm very emotionally intelligent