How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 1

 

“I’ve finally found a worthy groom for you, darling,” announced Father, as he wiped off his lips with a napkin.

 

Laying on the knees of my oldest brother Cesare, I felt the urge to run back to my bedroom and throw up all the food I’d just eaten.

 

My second brother Enzo, who had been busily chowing down on an awfully smelly quenelle, slammed his fork down and cried out in protest.

 

“Not again! Father, how many times has it been already?”

 

“Enzo.”

 

“It hasn’t even been three months since her last engagement was called off! Regardless of what our family would gain from this marriage, shouldn’t you at least try to consider her feelings?”

 

“What a surprise to see you side with your little sister. Then would you rather battle the barbarians yourself instead of accepting Britannia’s support?”

 

“What are you talking about? Those savage barbarians up north wouldn’t stand a chance against the likes of me, the greatest, most noble soldier to ha—”

 

“Shut your trap, boy.”

 

The great noble soldier took the rest of the quenelle on his plate and shoved it into his mouth, aggressively chewing in protest.

 

The marriage proposal wasn’t any surprise to me though. I knew that it would come sooner or later.

 

“Who is it, Father?”, I asked cheerfully.

 

My father, who had been staring disapprovingly at Enzo, looked back my way and smiled.

 

“He’s Britannia’s hero. The king’s beloved nephew and famous knight of the South. He’s very handsome, I’m sure you’ll like him.”

 

“What! Father, do you know how bad his reputation is?!”

 

“Boy, was I talking to you?”

 

Enzo became quiet again.

 

them had any idea that this handsome knight would one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor, wretched creatures

 

“Ruby?”

 

a moment, Cesare, who had been stroking my head, called for me again. This time his long fingers groped the back of my head.

 

to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady Julia and my father beside her, both seated upright, poised

 

least be of some

 

a rare gentle smile and pressed them up against the top of

 

as always, our sweet

 

really wanted to

 

I had more pressing matters to attend to than throwing up. After all, the handsome knight of the South was out to

 

***

 

I would be reincarnated as a lady in the Renaissance Era, and as a character in a novel that I’d read long ago, and, to make matters worse, forced to survive in an environment

 

to be reincarnated as a character in this novel, couldn’t I have at least

 

“Ugh!”

 

gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry

 

Before I became Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean

 

nothing about the so-called ‘Korean Peninsula’ where I was born. Like my adoptive siblings, I attended a prestigious private school in Madrid and lived a life

 

4th grade, when a boy in my class laughed at me while pulling back his eyes. At first I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just laughed along with the rest of the kids in my class. I thought that my

 

life at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my adoptive family, there was always an unspoken rule that I was

 

one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was my older sister, and she committed suicide

 

smart, cheerful, and obedient daughter, since if I ever brought the smallest bit of shame

 

passed away. But when I looked in the mirror, instead of seeing my face, there was a beautiful western girl staring

 

days to realize that I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and the Holy Grail I used to read as a

 

who abused his power to subjugate others. It was a story about the countries of the North and the clergy bravely rising up

 

the people of the northern Romagna region of Italy, and ‘Holy Grail’ was a metaphor for the holy site of

 

die, and to die no

 

more political influence, were hellbent on marrying off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful engagements and another

 

decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being

 

his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned

 

though, more than being mad about Rudbeckia killing his little sister, it seems like

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