I'm not min-running, I'm technologically inept

Marriage.

Marriage...

....Marriage.

She huffed.

Marriage...wasn't the problem. She had four husbands already, after all. The problem was the wedding. She'd never had one of those, in either life, and she didn't know the first thing about what was expected of an empress' wedding.

Much less when she had four husbands already!

And also...Octavian getting a ceremony first made it feel like the ones she picked were less valid!

She groaned in frustration, rubbing a hand over her face, and stared at herself in the mirror. 

Her hair was a mess. Her face looked tired. Her-

[~~STATS~~

Isabelle von Nevremia – Empress of Nevremia

Class: Empress

Sex: Female

Age: 26 Years

Height: 5'7"ft 

Weight: 134lb

Hair color: Gold

Eye color: Red]

Before she could even process what was in front of her, she suddenly got blasted by pop up notifications