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.

 

any idea that this handsome knight would one day massacre

 

“Ruby?”

 

This time his long fingers groped the back of my head. I shuddered in revulsion. It felt

 

glancing at his eerie azure eyes, I shifted my gaze to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady Julia and my father beside her,

 

I’m grateful that I can at least be of some service

 

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

 

as always, our sweet

 

really

 

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

 

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known that 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 that

 

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

 

“Ugh!”

 

enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught by the maids, but, nevertheless, it

 

between my 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 died—I was an adopted

 

my adoptive siblings, I attended a prestigious private school

 

I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just laughed

 

at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my adoptive

 

second brother, who was a rising tennis star, was publicly exposed for his promiscuous private life and drug addiction. The only one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was

 

it became a habit for me to play the role of a smart, cheerful, and obedient daughter, since if I ever brought the smallest bit of shame to my family or offended them in the slightest, there was hell to pay. And when I woke

 

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

 

a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and the Holy

 

Ressanaince Era and revolved around the tale of a vile, corrupt pope who abused his power to subjugate others. It was a story about the countries of the North

 

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

 

die no less than

 

oldest brother, in an attempt to gain 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 to Izek van Omerta of

 

why someone as noble and austere as Izek would lose his mind and decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being married

 

him lose his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia,

 

sister, it seems like Izek just got

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