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

Isabelle stared at the maid. The maid stared at the ground.

Lyov sighed. "I assume that they will not deign to enter the room unless the empress personally allows them entry?"

The maid did not raise her eyes. "Y...Yes...Your Imperial Majesty..." She said the last words slowly, hesitating, as if the poor girl worried that simply sending their demands would somehow shift the blame onto her for them.

She sniffed, and reached down to stroke her baby Snowball's fur.

"Inform them that the empress will not get up from her meal to open the door for them. They have hands. They can use them." She spoke firmly.

They would not dare refuse to see her - they were here to visit, after all! So. If they wanted to be difficult...

They could not meet with her at all!

That was the only solution. The only option. If they wouldn't even walk into the room, they didn't want to see her at all!

I'm not a fashinista, I'm casual minded