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

Isabelle was sitting on a couch in the living room of her quarters. It was a cozy couch, soft and plush, and she was leaning against a pillow. She had her eyes closed and her head was tilted to the side, and she was trying to relax.

She was worried about her people, about the rain and the flood. She was worried about the fact that her men had had to scold her like a child. She was worried about her nation, her wedding, her husbands.

There was so much to worry about. Her heart was racing in her chest, her stomach ached from the worry she felt. She was trying not to let it show. She didn't want her men to have to worry about her on top of everything else. She needed to get her act together, and stop being so useless.

She felt a hand touch her cheek, and she opened her eyes. She turned her head and looked at the man sitting next to her. It was her new husband, Octavian. He was frowning at her, his expression quite serious.

I'm not only a worrier, I'm multiskilled