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

 

“Ruby?”

 

called for me again. This time his long fingers groped the

 

my head 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 her, both seated upright, poised and

 

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

 

rare gentle smile and pressed them up

 

as always, our sweet little

 

I really wanted

 

up. After all, the handsome knight of the South was out

 

***

 

untimely helicopter crash that my tiresome life had at last come to an end and 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 that I’d

 

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

 

“Ugh!”

 

up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught by the maids, but, nevertheless, it was still excruciating

 

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

 

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, horseback

 

back his eyes. At first I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just laughed along with the rest

 

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

 

The only one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat

 

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 was just hallucinating before l passed away. But when I looked in the

 

realize that I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel

 

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

 

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

 

was destined to die, and to die no less than at the

 

marrying off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful engagements and another last minute

 

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

 

that made him lose his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his little sister. Cesare had miscalculated

 

than being mad about Rudbeckia killing his little sister, it seems like Izek just got fed up with his backstabbing

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