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 servants of the palace - specifically, the ones assigned to the empress - knew her tastes and her habits very well.

She wasn't sure when she became this predictable. She chose not to dwell on why she was, and instead assume her servants were just that clever and possibly even telepathic, just like her husbands.

Her eyes sparkled with glee as the sweets were laid down in front of her in a veritable feast of sugary, sweet, mouth-watering goodness. Some sweets she recognized, and some she did not.

She didn't need to start eating them yet to know this.

There was. A way that they simply looked and smelled that told her, an expert on sweets, that they were delicious without having to taste them yet.

That, and her cooks in Nevremia never really let her down, especially when it came to sweet things.

I'm not a kid in a candy store, I'm an empress at a sweet table