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

Lyov led her to where a stage had been set up. They arrived just in time for the show, and she felt the same thrill she always had.

Isabelle hadn't ever watched any plays in her past life. Not that she could recall, at least. She certainly didn't go and watch them in person, and she was relatively sure she never watched them on television, either.

This wasn't the same kind of play, though. It wasn't on a stage, there were minimal props. It was almost more like a dance - a street performance, as Lyov had essentially described it - than a play.

Perhaps mythology? She wasn't familiar with the mythos of this world. Not yet. But then again she hadn't really been in her past life and last world either.

She was content to simply enjoy the play and learn what she could.

It started with the story of a young prince, a second child of a family in a land she did not recognize.

I'm not disruptive, I'm invested