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

"Urrghhh." She slumped dramatically forward over the balcony railing, staring out across her city with an utterly frustrated, exasperated expression.

She didn't know how people could track or prepare for weather in this world, aside from the off case where scouts might see harsh weather moving their direction on the horizon.

Whatever their weather telling measures might have been, though, they were bad.

Just after the start of the afternoon.

And not just a quaint, short little thing.

This was heavy and prolonged, and so disruptive they had to put off the tournament entirely and hope that tomorrow they either had clearer weather or could at least set things up to be safer then.

The rain fell on her, ignoring her defiant attempt to stand out on her balcony anyway.

I'm not rain-soaked, I'm Tourna-disappointed.