How to Get My Husband on My Side

But no matter how shocking it may have been, she should not lose her composure.

It wasn’t her way to get influenced by the emotions in the heat of the moment and be irrational.

Look away and behave. After all, he was just falling in love with a dancing doll.

It could have been that his eyes were spellbound by the brief encounter. His amusement with a doll who was good at warming his bed, would not last long.

As she strengthened her mind, Freya turned back swiftly.

“Yes, I must have been very mistaken. I’m deeply ashamed of having insulted the Duchess.”

Looking at Freya’s swaying back, Izek suddenly recalled a day from about six years ago.

The year he attended the gladiatorial match at the age of 17, the moment he decided to participate for no particular reason, the moment he took the championship wreath for no particular reason, the moment he handed it to his sister without any particular reason, and the moment he nodded his head when Freya asked if he would give it to her if he won again next time, for no reason.

He thought something would change after winning the most prestigious competition on the continent.

However, even after winning the title of the youngest champion ever, his boredom remained the same.

The audience’s thunderous shouts and the pride in the faces of his father and his sister.

If he becomes the champion again this time…

“So you were here.””

Izek looked back at the cardinal, who placed his hand on his shoulder without hesitation.

The more he saw him, the more different he looked from Rudbeckia.

There was no law that stated siblings had to resemble each other, but here even the species themselves seemed to be of different flowers.  He was not sure if it was just a southern thing…

“Ruby…”

“She went to get some fresh air. She’ll be back soon. Brother-in-law doesn’t seem to like this kind of event very much, right?”

“I don’t hate it, but I can’t enjoy it either.”

“That’s too bad. I was waiting to invite you to a southern banquet one day.”

“I’m curious what a southern banquet is like.”

“Do you think my sister will like it? Come and see it one day.”

Cesare, who smiled understandingly, tapped him lightly on the shoulder and took the lead toward the dinner table.

It was quite close, so Izek silently followed along.

Then something unexpected caught his eye.

In addition to various types of meat, a table full of northern-style seafood dishes, and giant turtle dishes containing turtle meat dishes showed off their splendid appearance.

He narrowed his eyes and beckoned to a nearby servant.

“Yes, Sire?”

“Put them all away and serve them on another table.”

“What? But…”

“Should I say it twice?”

cold voice, the servant quickly

royal

would be no problem even if

a very interested gaze, opened his mouth by picking up a glass

thank you

“What?”

all your heart. I’m

quietly

mysterious way of

Izek unconsciously asked back.

“What do you mean?”

say. Should

bitter emotion flashed on

Izek stared hard, Cesare slowly continued to talk, spinning

my father for a while

was chaotic about Rudbeckia’s birth origins a long time

himself denied the existence of his daughter

appeared in the deep blue eyes staring at Izek’s piercing red

but she wasn’t the same at the beginning. My sister couldn’t put her name on the family register until

“…I had no idea.”

only my family knows. The fact that I didn’t have much

“What happened?”

you do when

he say he went crazy when he saw his mother’s body

Izek did not answer.

seem to have asked the question in hopes

time, my father was just an ambitious cardinal, and I, the eldest son, had to follow him and learn everything since then. And my sister grew up like an orphan in

“…….”

suddenly visited her,

his head, Cesare’s

figure that looked like the misery of the day was still vivid and made

a skinny body lingered

to be

better not to imagine. The monks

“… … .”

took Ruby to my mother’s house that day. And I persuaded my father to take over her education….. It took a long time for her to know how to smile while looking into someone

ripple in his red eyes. A

agitated. He had no

truth. Even if it was only a fraction of the truth, it

wine in one gulp and smiled stiffly

doing so well for a while that she might have completely forgotten what happened when she was young. But

“Illusion…”

seriously sick. She suffered from it for 15 days, but what she did

“…….”

to her mind while she was sick. Isn’t that cruel? She’s still quite a lot better now, but I’m worried that there’s still some aftereffects left. It’s a good thing that my brother-in-law is a good man, and they’ve

* * *

got away from my seat on the excuse of the bathroom and headed to the nearest

down while getting

so nervous while dancing, I

should’ve just closed my eyes

“Oh…”

“Ugh…”

bumped into

conversation on a quiet balcony were none other than

two men smiled softly at me,