If Only the Crown Had Stayed Silent

Bae Seorin was counting sick days and coin when a palace role event dropped a system window in front of her. She took the court costume anyway, because people in her trade learned fast that refusing work could cost a meal, a roof, or a life. The system then gave her two classes at once, one made for attack and one made for healing, and both felt wrong in her body. She hid the pain behind steady hands, a fake smile, and the old habit of reading trouble in a person's breathing. Then the palace role she was playing turned into a trap, and the one man who should have been briefed on her role was not a volunteer at all. He knew her name before she said it, and he watched her like he had already s...