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.

 

handsome knight would one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor, wretched

 

“Ruby?”

 

hesitate for a moment, Cesare, who had been stroking my head, called for me again. This time his

 

eerie azure eyes, I shifted my gaze to Enzo who

 

Father. I’m grateful that I can at least be of

 

smile and pressed

 

our sweet

 

I really wanted to

 

pressing matters to attend to than throwing up. After all, the handsome

 

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I could finally rest. But if I’d known that I would be reincarnated as a lady in the Renaissance Era, and as a character in a novel

 

character in this novel, couldn’t I have at least been born into a decent

 

“Ugh!”

 

tense up and my eyes begin to water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught

 

old and new life was anorexia, or as people call it nowadays, an eating disorder. Before I became Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean before I

 

Like my adoptive siblings, I attended a prestigious private school in Madrid and lived a life full of ballet classes, tennis club, horseback riding, and charity

 

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 eyes were round like everyone else’s, so I had no idea that he

 

the racism that I faced at school, but as for my life at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my adoptive family, there was always

 

in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was my older sister,

 

a habit for me to play the role of a smart, cheerful, and obedient daughter, since if I ever brought the smallest bit of

 

hallucinating before l passed away. But when I looked in the mirror, instead of seeing my face, there

 

I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and

 

vile, corrupt pope who abused his power to subjugate others. It was a story about the countries of the North and the clergy bravely rising up and banding together to overthrow the

 

a metaphor for the holy site of

 

to die no less than at the hands of my future

 

even more political influence, were hellbent on marrying off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful engagements and another last minute cancellation, she ended up being married off

 

someone as noble and austere as Izek would lose his mind and decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being married for six months, it was Rudbeckia

 

his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his little sister. Cesare had miscalculated the severity of

 

killing his little sister, it seems

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