Don’t Be Obsessed With An Extra

>“It seems to me that Your Majesty is out of his mind.”

“I’m fine.”

“Suddenly, what do you mean a Queen.”

Priscilla was absolutely dumbfounded.

“You don’t like it?”

“Yes, I don’t like it.”

“Why don’t you like it?”

“Why don’t I like it, of course I don’t like it.
Who likes the position.”

“Everyone likes it.”

“I don’t? And when I become Queen, I officially become your wife, right?”

“It’s the same now, isn’t it?”

“It’s different.”

“It’s different?”

“Activity expenses are officially acknowledged, but it’s not now.”

The Queen officially informs many people that she is indeed the Emperor’s wife.

It meant forming the bond as a couple.

In addition, the owner of the seat next to the Emperor was different.

But she didn’t like that she had to be involved in it.
She didn’t like it at all.

She didn’t want to be trapped in the palace for the rest of her life as a Queen.

In dramas and movies, unloved concubines all ended up in the backroom; living and dying alone.

Priscilla never wanted to live like that.

It is a life that you live once, you should meet someone you love and live with them.

‘Am I crazy? To be the wife of the Emperor.
No, never.’

She wished she hadn’t put herself there.

“I absolutely hate it.
Absolutely hate it.”

“I can’t help it even if you don’t like it.
I’ve already written an edict to do so.”

Priscilla was dumbfounded.

“Without my permission?”

“Why do I need your permission? The imperial family only works on my orders.
Your permission is not important.”

‘Ah, right.’

She forgot this was the damned imperial court and was set in ancient times.

Priscilla decided.

She must run away.

‘Queen? I don’t want to be one.’

She would be a free woman.
Therefore, she wasn’t interested in being Queen. 

Priscilla fiercely decided.