How to Get My Husband on My Side

‘It was a close call, with the Ice Dragon opening his eyes at the same time. Either way, it’s a relief you found her safe and sound, but what are you going to do now?’

‘When was I ever the type to plan?’

‘Your marriage was a one-time thing, in the first place.’

Their eyes that pretended to be worried about the subject of their arranged marriage, which they regarded as a one-time thing, were filled with pity.

So Izek was more sarcastic than usual.

‘I don’t know, if either of us were slaves, we’d be filming the romance of the century.’

‘I don’t know why you’re mad at me. With your temper, your or your father would have sent her on a ship bound for Romagna by now, no matter what she said. What’s bothering you?’

What was bothering him?

He didn’t know. All he could be sure of was that he got annoyed whenever King Feanol acted like a caring outsider.

Even when he pretended to be adept, while having a former pagan slave as a queen despite all kinds of opposition.

‘She’s known all over the royal families now.’

‘She’s the daughter of the Pope.’

‘As your wife, in the north, she’d be under your jurisdiction. If what you’re feeling is just a clumsy sense of responsibility, let it go when you can. I won’t stop you. You’ll regret it a lot if you push for it with compassion or responsibility.’

‘…….’

‘At times like this, you look more like your mother than Ellen.’

You look more like your mother.


That wasn’t even funny.

Princess of Britannia and Duke Omerta.

A woman who had always been unhappy while living in the center of power and yearning for life, eventually hanged herself.

He was the first person to find her mother hanging from a willow tree early in the morning.

His father, who ran one step later, hit the willow tree until his fist was covered with blood.

Like the tree was the one who killed her.

At first, they really loved each other. They were so passionate.

No one interrupted the love between the two, nor were there any obstacles, so they just struggled in the pit created by themselves, but eventually the wife hung herself and the husband drove her to that act.

Neither side understood nor wanted to understand.

Yes, at first Izek wanted to meet his mother again and ask her.

He became a paladin with the desire to reunite with his mother, who became a ghoul in exchange for her unforgivable sin of suicide.

Such naive thoughts died down every time he killed a wild beast.

His mother really had died. But now, as a ghoul, she was just another being to kill.

The question of whether his mother would be among the countless fallen remains of his sword became irrelevant.

for any other reason that he kicked himself out of every marriage talk and

shock caused by his

just the idea that the same

he had the same blood as his

only pick the good parent and regard them as the

couldn’t say that you didn’t know the

would be if everything in the

it was

it was still very simple. It was just a matter of

the commander of the Knights, the important people in the North, and then

a deadly existence that could

not want to let her go, and even the Borgian family

put her on a ship and send

consideration, he could decide to forget everything that had happened here, ask her to do her own work, and send her away forever on the condition that she would never step into the North again. It

would be his job to live like

was

Vigilante guilds, pressuring his colleagues and deceiving

hesitate to let her

really didn’t know either. I didn’t know I could do this.…I’m not

matter if she

calming the mad ice dragon with one word appeared in front of

ahead with compassion or responsibility, you’ll regret it

Responsibility. What the hell was all

that had been with him since the night he

faded, cruel marks on her body that looked like it would break even with a little force, making his blood run cold, was

of her sniffling at the stable with a

What? When? Why?

remembered what she said by the pond of Angvan

‘You can hit me.’

just trying to

felt that something was increasingly strange and that something in her

in love

mean by confessing her

up saying that it

was not a matter of falling in love in

he looked at

in the sense of immaturity or innocence, but in the sense of helplessness

so humiliated. She was the princess of Romagna, and

was acting like

was she so afraid of? What

seem to know what she wanted, so

she confessed

seen countless people

fine from the outside, but went crazy in

he had never

or two crazy people, she

never even lived with

of her ex-fiances were

also fell behind the power of

family, but he knew that Rembrandt Alfonso, who

greatest humiliation as a man,