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

"I am alive." She spoke with confidence. Imperious.

"You most certainly are." Lyov spoke with more amusement than awe.

"Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated." She huffed, and had the urge to reach up and flip her hair to give more emphasis to Lyov about how incredible it was that she had made it out of the grooming session and to the tournament hall - before it started, even!

But she feared that touching her hair would cause Tieya to leap out from behind nearby curtains, holding a brush.

She wasn't sure where her maid was at the moment, but it was a given that she was still around, somewhere.

She was also sure that Tieya would somehow know if she tried to mess up the work that had been done.

I'm not the vanquished ruler, I'm an enthusiastic viewer