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

"Father!" Lyov's tone was sharp. His eyes narrowed. "That's an incredibly crass question."

"Hardly." His father replied. His expression did not change, his face remained a stiff mask, but the tone of his voice changed to become even harsher.

"You're a Perlmann. Your family has always produced a healthy heir for our line, and now, you can't even answer the most simple question? How do you expect to produce a proper heir, when you're one of a herd of-"

"That is enough." Lyov's words cut through the man's speech.

"I will not sit and listen to this kind of behavior. Not only are you insulting the empress with your words and your conduct, you're insulting your kingdom. And the name of Perlmann. You shame us with such brazenness toward our empress."

"Do I?" The man hummed. His voice and tone sounded almost as if he felt that Lyov had fallen for some kind of trap he set - though she couldn't imagine what it could possibly have been.

I'm not rushing to judgment, I'm honing my instincts