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 bowed his

was a royal banquet, the opponent was Duke

he was the king’s favorite nephew, there would be no problem even if he followed his cranky

who was watching with a very interested gaze, opened his mouth by picking up

should thank you

“What?”

my sister with all your heart. I’m saying this because it looks like you’ve

quietly was quite

way of

Izek unconsciously asked back.

“What do you mean?”

to say. Should I

flashed on his

hard, Cesare slowly continued to talk, spinning the glass with

know that she wasn’t recognized by my father for a while

chaotic about

that the Pope himself denied the existence of his daughter was salty

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

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

“…I had no idea.”

you don’t know. This is something that only my family knows. The fact that I didn’t have much strength as a child at that

“What happened?”

did you do when you

he went crazy when he saw his mother’s

Izek did not answer.

have asked the

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 the Borgian

“…….”

when I suddenly visited her,

lowered his head,

misery of the day was

a skinny body lingered in his

to be beyond my

imagine. The

“… … .”

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

a gentle ripple in his red

had no

was only a fraction of the truth,

strong wine in one gulp and smiled

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

“Illusion…”

sick. She suffered from it for 15 days, but what she did as soon as she barely woke up was hide in

“…….”

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

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excuse

down while

so nervous

closed my eyes

“Oh…”

“Ugh…”

into someone

a quiet balcony were none other than Alfonso and a

men smiled softly at me,