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

A tournament, to her, had always been a bit of a mythological beast.

A thing that existed, in a vague sense. Something that had definitely probably existed at some point. But she couldn't point to any actual tournament that ever happened, when they'd ever happened, who had them, who attended, or what the stakes were or who participated in them.

A thing with about as much existence as Arthur - which it was associated with in her own mind.

They weren't like...the tooth fairy or other things like that.

Those things that definitely didn't exist, that wasn't the case.

She was certain, even if she couldn't remember the specifics, that at some point some aspect of her schooling would have told her - or did tell her - that they were real.

Probably also told her all those other details she couldn't remember.

I'm not a believer in myths, I'm a history appreciator