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 entire family. Oh

 

“Ruby?”

 

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

 

to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady Julia and my

 

least

 

a rare gentle smile and pressed them up against

 

our sweet little angel,” he

 

really

 

attend to than throwing up. After

 

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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

 

a character in this novel, couldn’t I have at

 

“Ugh!”

 

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 by the

 

nowadays, an eating disorder. Before I became Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean before I died—I was an adopted

 

I was born. Like my adoptive siblings, I attended a prestigious private school in Madrid and

 

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

 

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

 

addiction. The only one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was

 

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 up here, it was exactly the

 

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

 

a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and the Holy Grail I used

 

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 up and banding together to overthrow the wicked pope, his family, and

 

name ‘Sodom’ in the title referred to 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

 

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

 

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

 

decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being married for six months, it was

 

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

 

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

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