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.

 

that this handsome knight would one day

 

“Ruby?”

 

This time his

 

at his eerie azure eyes, I shifted my gaze to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady

 

at least be of some service to you with this

 

gentle smile and pressed them

 

as always, our sweet little angel,” he

 

I really

 

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

 

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lady in the Renaissance Era, and

 

in this novel, couldn’t I have at least

 

“Ugh!”

 

my stomach tense up and my eyes begin to water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t

 

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

 

a very young age, I knew 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 full of ballet classes, tennis club,

 

At first I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just laughed along with the rest of the kids

 

but as for my life at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my adoptive family, there was always an unspoken rule that I was to be treated differently, that I was

 

lover, and my 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 my older sister, and she committed suicide at age twenty-one. As

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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 up and banding together to overthrow the wicked pope,

 

of Italy, and ‘Holy Grail’ was a metaphor for the

 

no less than at the hands of my

 

marrying off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful engagements and another last minute cancellation, she ended up being

 

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

 

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

 

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

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