How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 3

 

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“No.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because Elly said so.”

 

“Ugh, seriously, why do you try to get on my nerves every time we talk?”

 

“It’s not my fault that you have a thing for my little sister, you weirdo.”

 

Ivan knew that it was pointless to try and argue with him so he chose his next words carefully.

 

“What I’m trying to say is that, while you’ve been screwing around over here, your wife arrived from the South. I’m not telling you to go run and greet her, but at least have dinner with her on her first night here…”

 

“Judging by the looks of you, it seems like there are plenty of people willing to meet with her while I’m screwing around.”

 

Ivan let out a long sigh of defeat.

 

Izek smirked at him while untying his gauntlet straps.

 

“Am I wrong?”

 

“As a paladin of the North, I felt it was my duty to go and monitor Borgia’s spy—”

 

“Enough of your bullsh*t.”

 

“F*ck, fine, I admit it. I went and saw her because I was curious. Curious what the pope’s famous daughter looked like in person. Is that so wrong? If you’re so irritated by me going then why didn’t you go yourself, huh? Izek van Omerta you rude little sh*thead!”

 

“……”

 

“Sorry… I guess I got a little carried away.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Despite his delicate appearance which earned him the nickname ‘The Flower Knight’, Ivan was, to put it bluntly, incredibly short-tempered.

 

“You’re not gonna ask?”

 

“Ask what?”

 

“You know, if she really looks like her portrait, how her personality is, that kind of stuff. You’re not curious at all?”

 

“Not really.”

 

“Whatever. Either way you should still meet her. After all, it’s your obligation as her husband. And I’m only telling you this because I can’t stand to see you turn out like that duke—Rembrandt whatever-his-name-is—and become an international mockery. Lord knows what would happen if you were to get on the pope’s bad side.”

 

Izek’s obsession with his work and Rudbeckia’s stubborn personality were an obvious recipe for disaster. Some people were already betting on the number of weeks

 

Flaya instead. He knew that it was

 

seeing Rudbeckia, who had travelled all the way from the Port of Elmus to Omerta

 

Vatican’s marriage ceremony, she suffered from seasickness the entire journey. Yet, in spite of that, all he could think about was

 

and round, shimmering blue eyes—her face was

 

fragile, so delicate. Like she would shatter

 

could not comprehend, Ivan felt

 

“She’s small.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“She’s small, really small.”

 

saying

 

where you’re coming from, but try to think about it from her perspective too. She’s been forced to come all the way here basically as a hostage. It must

 

to pick up his sword,

 

“Seriously, who are you?”

 

the pope’s daughter, the angel of Sistina, is now my comrade’s wife. So you better

 

when

 

my little sister cried when she heard

 

was

 

her to forget about a

 

she won’t give up. And

 

capable of

 

what I was trying to say is that

 

were famous for their shiny exterior, but did you seriously fall for her after looking at her once and now you’re

 

them, a shrill,

 

spun around and pulled out his sword, pointing it straight at the approaching

 

I’m really sorry,

 

should cut off this ear

 

“Aaaaah! P-Please don’t, sir!”

 

it must have just looked

 

making him let out another scream did Ivan

 

is it? Why’re you bothering us again,

 

to make

 

absentmindedly. To Lorenzo, he looked no different

 

“M-My older sister…”

 

“What?”

 

current marriage ends, I think it’d be great if you married her, b-but

 

understand what Lorenzo was talking about. So Ivan snapped at him

 

hell are you rambling on about

 

I meant is that, until your current marriage is over, please stay away from my sister!

 

even met her once

 

lock herself in her room crying right

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