How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 96

 

“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…”

 

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

 

As

 

the sudden question, it was such a terrible situation that

 

that all of

 

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

 

mouth fell open. This

 

his eyes, I would have

 

can’t be true.

 

eye to the

 

in the family always doubt it, so my husband hates it

 

letters that are monitored every time. Seriously, what rights does he have to stop you? What right do you have to do whatever

 

word sounded like

 

me, I felt the hatred of

 

passed through

 

mad

 

had everything he

 

all his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage, knight’s

 

of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest

 

the inferiority complex that he

 

it

 

expect Izek’s presence to be a reminder of an inferiority complex that

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

very confused right now. My husband is nice to me,

 

I shouldn’t

 

have

 

no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what made

 

the real Rudbeckia to know that,

 

shouldn’t have let

 

me off and growled

 

the

 

to you? Yes, God forgive me if I didn’t expect that even after seeing all those moments. Do

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 end, it’s always you and me. You’ll realize

 

* * *

 

remember hurting my head while rolling here a

 

“Is that so…?”

 

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

 

was

 

but

 

A time when the courtyard

 

memory, Ellenia stared at

 

siblings seen over the transparent wall showed no signs of

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

head and scratched his head. Likewise, he

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

about to say

 

time, she wondered

 

come all the

 

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

 

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

 

eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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