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 flushed, her cheeks warm, her gaze lowering.

She felt embarrassed at the sudden outburst. She'd not realized she would react to that with so much excitement. But. A real life tournament? A tournament she got to go to?

Presumably she'd have the best seats in the entire stadium, because she was the empress??

She felt a sudden wave of excitement course through her veins. Her heart began to pound. She couldn't help but smile, and her eyes sparkled.

"I." She began. "I didn't realize. We had. Tournaments."

Phoenix smiled, his expression playful and teasing. "We do, darling. When there's not some crisis or another getting in the way, at least."

Or rather, reminded her of the fact that there were an awful lot of emergencies her first year as empress.

I'm not a jousting fan, I'm a tourney enthusiast