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…”

 

a queen, Ruby? Be honest. Are you

 

quickly erupted in his eyes. As the

 

was such a terrible situation that I was

 

that all of

 

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

 

open. This

 

slaughter a person only with his eyes, I would have been

 

can’t be true.

 

a blind eye to the

 

people in the family always doubt

 

found a way to communicate with the temple at all costs. You don’t just write letters that

 

last word sounded

 

than just anger toward me, I felt the hatred of someone who was

 

passed

 

mad with

 

who had everything

 

had to put all his strength against his father, didn’t have a natural right from birth, a flawless noble lineage,

 

sense of inferiority that the Pope’s eldest son, Cesare de Borgia, secretly

 

complex that he

 

know it would be this

 

to be a reminder of

 

“I…”

 

“…….”

 

confused right now. My husband

 

shouldn’t have said

 

shouldn’t have said

 

that I had no idea what the source of Cesare’s inferiority complex was or exactly what

 

to know that, but an outsider who monopolized her body

 

let

 

cut me off and growled

 

that of the viper who made the decision, it

 

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

 

“I-I mean…”

 

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 end, it’s always you and me. You’ll

 

* * *

 

my head while rolling here a long

 

“Is that so…?”

 

you remember? At that time, the princess

 

I was

 

but

 

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

 

rising memory, Ellenia stared at

 

showed no signs of movement. Her long golden hair

 

“Are they fighting?”

 

“I think so too….”

 

and scratched his head. Likewise, he seemed

 

“At this point…”

 

“Ellen!”

 

was about to say let’s just go

 

same time,

 

did you come all the

 

walk. I’ve been sitting down for so long

 

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

 

a blind eye to him and Ivan exchanging strange looks

 

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