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

He did not speak. Did not move. He did not blink. He did not look away. He simply stared, eyes fixed on her as she continued eating. She was beginning to get a bit self conscious about it, honestly.

He had a piercing, sharp, intense gaze, that seemed to be judging her every action and move.

Even her smallest, most insignificant movement was scrutinized under his eyes, as if he could detect some flaw, some imperfection in her behavior or mannerisms that she was not even aware of herself, or that she was doing wrong.

In the end, she settled on glaring right back at him.

If he could glare at her, two could play that game.

She didn't have to be the bigger person in this instance, in fact. It would be a mistake to let him walk over her and her husbands.

And she still especially wouldn't let anyone be rude to Lyov or Snowball either.

Besides, it wasn't like she was starting things.

I'm not overly impulsive, I'm well controlled