How to Get My Husband on My Side

“That’s so like Father. On the Omerta side, they can’t show it openly because of the presence of the princess, but it’s possible if we push her.”

Ha, yes. It’s really a Borgian idea.

Unless the Pope admits it, no king of any country can sit on the throne at will.

It was a powerful holy right that came down through a very long history.

Of course, no matter how absolute the power was, it was surprisingly unlikely that it had a great impact on the succession rights of other royal families without a proper justification in the Vatican.

For now, it was a common practice for the heir to the throne to pledge loyalty to the Pope, and for the Vatican to send greetings to attend the coronation ceremony in the sense of approval.

But if it’s the current situation in Britannia…….

If the Pope declared that there could be no king mixed with the blood of a pagan, there was no shortage of justification.

It was rather unfair. There would be many people inside Britannia who’d welcome it.

No, there’d be a lot. If Omerta agrees with that, the result was already set.

Was that why they were talking earlier?

Did King Feanol ever guess what would happen?

“Do you want to be a queen, Ruby?”

There was actually someone else who wanted to hear that question.

As the wave-like confusion receded, my mind worked quickly.

If it really happened, wouldn’t the ending of the original work, which I was so worried about, be a completely different world story?

Ellenia’s assassination was likely to have never happened.

But what about Arien? What will happen to Arien? And should I say that this was right?

“I… I don’t know, I’ve never imagined it. I don’t know if my husband will agree with it.”

“It’s your husband. All you have to do is say that you want to be a queen.”

Cesare muttered with a snort.

I wondered if he was serious, as his purple eyes became distorted.

I carefully chose my words, swallowing my trembling breath.

“But then.. I have no chance of going back home. Is that okay with you?”

Cesare did not answer immediately.

Instead, he just stood holding my hand and stared at me silently for a long time.

Emotions were completely gone in both eyes.

“You’re right. Even if it’s not Father, I’m me.”

Finally, the voice answering the question was low. It sounded almost hoarse.

“So you can’t be a person who is satisfied with catching fish while living on an island.”

“That…”

want to be a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are you happy

erupted in his eyes. As

was such a terrible situation that I was

that all

asking if you’ll be happy to be a queen next to him. I don’t think you want to

open.

with his eyes, I would have been

can’t be true.

turning a blind eye to the temple’s approach throughout your time

always doubt it, so my husband hates

still missed me, you would have found a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights

last word sounded like an

me, I felt the hatred of someone who was not here

doubt passed through my

mad with

husband who had

have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s path, shining throne, not even the ability to

that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare

because of the inferiority complex that he

didn’t know it would

didn’t expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that bothered

“I…”

“…….”

confused right now. My

shouldn’t

have said

of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made him who he

real Rudbeckia to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her

shouldn’t have let you

growled

the decision, it was suffocating

I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do you want to be a queen with

“I-I mean…”

don’t want to be a puppet for my father anymore. Don’t get me wrong, Ruby. It’s only a moment before he abandons you. If that happens, the queen will stay as the queen. In the

* * *

hurting my head while rolling here a long time ago. Was it

“Is that so…?”

remember? At that time, the princess was playing hide-and-seek over

was so

but she

dim afterimage of old memories. A time when the courtyard of Omerta’s was full of young

a chapter of dimly rising memory, Ellenia stared at the sparkling

no signs of movement. Her long golden hair

“Are they fighting?”

“I think so too….”

scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed to regret

“At this point…”

“Ellen!”

was about to say

sudden voice. At the same time, she wondered why she felt uncomfortable about

Why did you come all

find you, to take a walk. I’ve been sitting down for so

and pressed her temple, Sir Camu, a man with wet hair, escorted Freya

him and Ivan exchanging strange