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I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

[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!"

Amesaya · Fantasie
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I'm not weakened, I'm slowly strengthening

Isabelle's health returned slowly.

She was still far from fully healed. Her body felt tired and achy.

Her head throbbed. She was still nauseous. Her stomach hurt.

She didn't have a fever any more. And her symptoms had lessened. She felt stronger, less exhausted and dizzy. Her headache wasn't nearly as bad.

But.

Still.

She felt awful.

She could still barely move. Could barely stand.

Her husbands and servants carried her from the bed to the chair and back again at first, and then helped steady her later, as she began to walk - and quickly ran out of energy.

She hadn't been outside in days.

She could hardly eat.

And.

It was...

Frustrating.

Infuriating.

Annoying.

Depressing.

She didn't like being weak and helpless and in need of constant care.

It was.

Also scary because...

How.

She hadn't...

One moment she'd just had a flu.