Elizabeth's Renaissance

In the 16th century, the soul of a modern man became attached to the body of a noble girl in the Netherlands. Her father seems to have been another transmigrator. He worked his way up from knight to baron, only to die in Milan. The girl thus became the new baron and inherited everything left by the previous transmigrator: a territory spanning more than 400 square kilometers, a fleet of just three ships, an army whose fighting spirit had been crushed in Milan, and the most rudimentary foundations for commerce and industry.

Her domain is beset by internal crises. Her pregnant stepmother may be carrying a boy who could challenge her claim to the title, the army is in chaos and fraught with danger, and her best fighter harbors ambitions of independence. Outside her borders, wolves circle on every side. There isn't a single nobleman who doesn't want to bed the beautiful girl, gaining her land legally and legitimately along with the beauty herself.

This is an age of glory, as the knightly class makes its final, anguished stand. This is a bloody age, with Europe engulfed in conflict, colonialism soaked in blood, and war and bloodshed everywhere. This is a chaotic age, when treaties are torn up in an instant, former enemies can embrace, and former allies can become targets for betrayal.