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.

 

knight would one day massacre their

 

“Ruby?”

 

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

 

and locked eyes with Cesare. After 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

 

Father. I’m grateful that I can at least be of some service to you with

 

curled his lips into a rare gentle smile and pressed them up

 

our sweet little angel,”

 

I really

 

After all,

 

***

 

Era, and as a character in a novel that I’d read long ago, and, to make matters worse,

 

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

 

“Ugh!”

 

my eyes begin to water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught by the maids, but,

 

disorder. Before I became Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean before I died—I was an adopted daughter of an upper-class family

 

my adoptive siblings,

 

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 eyes were round like everyone

 

that I faced at school, but as for my life at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade

 

private life and drug addiction. The only one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was my older sister, and she committed suicide at age

 

the smallest bit of shame to my family or

 

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

 

few days to realize that I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and

 

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 and the clergy bravely rising

 

the people of the northern Romagna region of Italy, and ‘Holy Grail’ was a metaphor for the holy site of the Vatican City. And as for lucky me,

 

destined to die, and to die no less than at the hands of my

 

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

 

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 hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his little sister.

 

killing his little sister, it seems like Izek just got fed up with his backstabbing

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