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

The words, of course, came out of her mouth. She wasn't thinking, of course, about how that might make her look or appear to Lyov's family. Why would she think something like that when all she wanted was sweets, anyway?

Thought it. And it spilled out of her. Because that was how it always went, really. And.

There was no stopping it at the end of the day.

She'd just obsess over the sweets if she didn't say it. She was self aware enough to know this much.

But still. As soon as she actually did say it, she blinked.

It sounded. More petulant and bratty than she meant.

"Er." She looked up, eyes darting around to her husbands, who had all paused.

They all stared at her, a range of expressions from bemusement to exasperated amusement on their faces. Lyov's family, of course, didn't look pleased by her behavior.

I'm not an impulsive glutton, I'm a defiant idealist