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 storm had lasted the full two days. It had stopped briefly, at dawn, and then begun again, with an intensity that was frightening to behold. It had stopped again briefly during the mid-morning, before starting back up. And then again, stopped briefly at noon, and started once again.

Really, she felt like it was being excessively generous to say that it ever stopped in the first place, given she didn't even notice the latest 'break' at all, but Archibald seemed determined to count it.

"You're saying the tournament can't continue?"

The man hesitated, drawing in a breath and grimacing.

"We have guests. Even an empress' wedding festivities can't go on forever, right?"

The man sighed. "You are correct, Your Majesty. It would be difficult to keep anyone-"

I'm not Atlantean, I'm Nevremian