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 found them surprisingly entertaining, for shunning plays all of her life.

...Although when she thought about it, that was probably something to do with there simply not being television to compare to. So-

She had embarrassed herself enough!

Instead they walked amidst the market stalls - food and festival games - watching the people mill about, the children run and play.

Isabelle felt her spirits lighten and she felt a spring in her step, her heart lighter in her chest.

She'd seen a lot of suffering in Nevremia's walls. The Moonflower plague, the remains of the burning slums - which were still slowly being repaired - even the blizzard they'd endured around the time of the winter festival had been its own challenge for Nevremia to handle.

I'm not raising a thief, I'm just raising an enthusuastic boy!