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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 · Fantaisie
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I'm not a rube, I'm an easy negotiator

She had a meeting in the morning.

Not a strictly official one, but Lord Harland had some suggestion he apparently wished to introduce to her that he believed would help Nevremia with its struggling economy.

And, given that she didn't really know what she was doing forging treaties - the last one came from being a prisoner for far too long in Ceiori - and she couldn't just rely on her magical system rewards to keep refilling Nevremia's waning coffers...

She was of course interested in hearing what his solution might be.

That he was easy on the eyes was just a bonus.

Really!

Anyway, as soon as the clock struck nine o'clock, she left her suite of rooms and made her way down to the study, where the man in question was already waiting.

"Lord Harland." She greeted him with a warm smile.

"Your Majesty." He greeted, bowing deeply. "I'm pleased you accepted my request."