How to Get My Husband on My Side

“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.

had any idea that this handsome knight would one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor, wretched creatures of

“Ruby?”

stroking my head, called for me again. This time his long fingers groped the back of my head. I shuddered in revulsion. It felt like a cold snake slithering up

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

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

gentle smile and

always, our sweet little angel,”

really

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

***

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 read long ago, and, to make matters worse, forced to survive in an

in this novel, couldn’t

“Ugh!”

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,

Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean before I died—I was an adopted daughter of an upper-class family in Spain. I guess you

been adopted at a very young age, I knew nothing about the so-called ‘Korean Peninsula’ where I was born. Like my adoptive siblings, I attended a

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

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

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

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 up here, it was

looked in the mirror, instead of seeing my face, there was a beautiful western girl

Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the

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

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

die no less than at

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

as Izek would lose his mind and decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being married for six months,

hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his little sister. Cesare had miscalculated the severity of

mad about Rudbeckia killing his little sister, it seems like Izek just got