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 sighed, eyes turning to the window, and the storm outside.

The thunderstorm continued to rage on, and she couldn't help but feel a bit of anxiety, watching the lightning flash in the darkness of the room. Her husbands were all around, but it didn't ease the anxiety she felt. She didn't even know why she was so anxious, but she was.

Maybe she was worried about the crops. Or about the tournament. Or.

Maybe she was worried about Alexander and his gardens, and the stress the storm was putting him under. The man was clearly worried about his plants, although he tried to hide it from her. He always tried to hide it from her when he was worried, or stressed, or hurting.

He never wanted her to feel bad for him.

He was a rock. A powerful man who projected control as much or more than all her other husbands. Despite that mild-mannered surface of his, she'd come to associate him with a hardness and power that was quite unyielding.

I'm not soaking in misery, I'm swimming in anxiety