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 shifted in discomfort and passed her cup of coffee between her hands.

"Complaining won't get me to finish any more quickly, Your Majesty." Tieya tutted, as she carefully worked her fingers through Isabelle's hair and pinned up small braids. "I've got to make sure that everything is perfect. Your appearance is the face of the kingdom."

"Of course you're on their side..."

"I'm not on anyone's side, I'm simply stating a fact." The older woman said primly. "Your appearance matters. You should know this by now."

Isabelle knew it was true, and knew she should be more patient and mature about it.

But she was feeling especially grumpy that morning - no matter how hard she was trying to keep from taking it out on her innocent, steadfast maid who had already endured so much from and for her. She was trying, but she couldn't keep control as well as she wanted to.

I'm not easily bossed around, I'm only quietly rebellious