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?”

his cold voice, the servant quickly bowed his

it was a royal

there would be no problem

interested gaze, opened his

thank

“What?”

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

added quietly was

way

Izek unconsciously asked back.

“What do you mean?”

know what to say. Should I mention that

flashed on

stared hard, Cesare slowly continued to

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

Romagna was chaotic about Rudbeckia’s birth origins a long

that the Pope himself denied the existence of his daughter was

blue eyes staring

couldn’t put her name on the family register until she turned

“…I had no idea.”

that I didn’t have much strength as a child at that time is

“What happened?”

do when

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

Izek did not answer.

not seem to have asked the

ambitious cardinal, and I, the eldest son, had to follow him and learn everything

“…….”

when I suddenly visited her, can you imagine what she

he lowered his head, Cesare’s eyes

of the day was still vivid and made Izek

a skinny body lingered in

be beyond my

better not to imagine. The

“… … .”

me how I handled them. Anyway, I 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

a gentle ripple in his red

was agitated. He had no

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

drank the strong wine in one gulp

doing so well for a while that she might have completely forgotten what happened when

“Illusion…”

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

“…….”

what memory came 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

* * *

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

down while getting

nervous while

I should’ve just closed my eyes and stepped on

“Oh…”

“Ugh…”

into someone

were having a friendly conversation on a quiet balcony were none other than Alfonso and

two men smiled softly