The Young Consort Wants to Live Quietly

I possessed a supporting character in a reverse-harem novel.

As a young consort doomed to die, accused of treason after seeking attention from the female empress protagonist and causing trouble among the male consorts.

Fortunately, I possessed immediately after entering the imperial palace.

While everyone in the palace is wary of me, they don’t yet dislike me.

“Don’t make waves, just be obedient.”

There’s no need to be loved by the Empress, nor do I wish to be.

The male consorts give me hints, but all I need to do is keep my head down.

It wasn’t supposed to be hard, and I did just that. I was certain of it, but then…

“Come to my chamber tonight. Read me a fairy tale!”

“Don’t cry. Here, take this.”

Why is everyone so unexpectedly tender?

I couldn’t understand it and felt bewildered.

“I don’t need this…”

I’m not a love-deprived child, and those affectionate gazes are incredibly uncomfortable.

Fairy tale books filled with gems and silk, and the royal family’s treasure, the wish-granting jewel, what use do I have for them?

I wish everyone would just leave my palace.