How to Get My Husband on My Side

Translator: Yui
Editor: Nila

The two-day long massacre ended so quickly that I wondered if it had ever started at all.

Now, the loud and boisterous rejoicing of the crowd, growing in intensity, felt somewhat empty.

Between all the flowers, handkerchiefs, confetti, crosses, flags, and other objects being thrown into the arena, one silver-haired knight, lying in the middle of the flat ground and breathing hard, slowly raised his body.

His chest heaved as he plunged his sword into the dirt and leaned on it. The healers came out and hurried to reach him.

“Izek! Izek! Izek!”

“I love you! I love you, Sir knight!”

“The best knight in the North! The best knight in the North!”

The crowd’s excitement grew as mine withered. I fell back into my seat with a thud, sighing. The solemn and dull feeling in my chest came back.

Even if things had changed from what I knew of the original novel, it still ended exactly the same as it had been written.

The world’s main character, Izek van Omerta, won the Gladiatorial Match once again.

The cheers grew even louder. Yes, that’s how it should be.

“Ruby, I thought you’d be happier.”

Are you telling me to control my expression? I clenched my jaw, trying my hardest not to say something damning, but when I turned my head and glared at the person sitting next to me, that shameless man looked so irritatingly calm, that I couldn’t help but scoff.

“Should I be dancing with joy right now?”

“… I just thought you’d be in a hurry to meet him.”

“I never could have imagined what type of surprises would come out, but it’s obvious that he would have won either way, right? I don’t know who came up with the idea of bringing Cardinal Richie, but you certainly know how to make one enjoy the festival. Why didn’t you bring more?”

“There aren’t many cardinals who killed themselves,” Cesare smirked and leaned closer. “We were all worried about what type of entertainment would be appropriate to replace the Ice Dragon that mysteriously disappeared, since we were all expecting him.”

I gazed at him for a long time after that dig, trying to figure out what he meant by that. How much did he know? What was he trying to tell me? Should I just laugh?

He made me nervous, but I still gave him a soft smile. “You must be really happy to see your gift to him be dealt with so swiftly. Everyone would think you’re his wife, not me.”

The staring competition between me and Cesare continued on for a while as the whistling and cheering grew more unruly.

The Northerners’ patriotism must be at an all-time high. I could feel their shouts reverberating in my bones and I turned away from Cesare, watching as Izek was surrounded by healers and kneeling in front of the balcony where the King of Britannia was seated.

I was curious about what kind of faces they were all making. Izek, King Feanol, Duke Omerta and Ellenia too. They’d be bursting with pride, wouldn’t they? I should have been sitting right next to them.

“Ruby… You don’t have to worry about a single thing.”

My eyebrows twitched. What kind of random line was this? This jerk seemed to be very determined to capture my attention today.

you talking

about your husband. He will… Don’t worry, I won’t let him do anything to

and dark eyes, the color of shimmering

so speechless that I almost lost all

he seemed to be really losing it this time. How could he say such a thing? What was he thinking? I already knew that Cesare was a man with no common sense and was cruel and had no consideration for anyone

happened yesterday, that he was mentioning it right here with

Was I seeing things? Was he trying to reassure me? Was he trying

It was clear in his eyes, he was telling me the truth. He wanted to protect me from my husband’s anger. The anger

was acting like he had done nothing wrong. As if it was

we looked like to the public at all? Was he not aware of the gravity of the situation? Was

have casted a spell. I was so overwhelmed with the feeling of panic, of dread and fear, that tears began to well

and stomped all over it, but he was telling me that he would protect me? And

hands trembled and I couldn’t swallow back the tears that were about to fall.

the sound of hoofbeats

strongest knight in the North sat proudly on a pure white stallion, the picture-perfect

wreath of flowers, woven with golden roses and dazzling gemstones. It was the Flower of

instant, abruptly and suddenly, all of the cheering stopped

in gold-plated and black-colored armor, sitting

an emotion I knew

My heart hurt.

you making such a pained

look so tired? What’s

Did you find out?

knew it for a while now, right?

don’t look so

in the place of someone you thought was a princess? Do you want to kill me? Do you just want to end it all, right here and

against you. I deserve it. So you have my

hard as I could to give him one last true smile. Weak and trembling and with my heart bleeding for all to see, but I still gave him the sweetest

he would sneer at me and scoff and mock and reject me just like he had done during that first week that we met. I thought I was hallucinating,

gave me a sweet

in the right state of mind after all, but the wreath he dropped at my feet was,

numb, I bent over and picked it up. The golden roses and sparkling

of him sheathing his sword

my head and I

head to look at him, confused and scared and wondering if this was a dream I’d soon wake up from, the emotions in his beautiful eyes were so clear

broke to pieces. I realized it, then. I

thing I had been too scared to even dream of, the thing I thought I would never experience in my entire life, my

the thing that they write songs about, they write stories and books and create fairytales and folklore, all

I love him.

It was so clichéd.

he still see me as his perfect princess? How could he not hate me? How could he not be disgusted by me? How could he do that to me? How could he still make me feel like I was the only one in this entire coliseum, even when everything was

he loved me

didn’t I realize it before? And why was my vision blurring? How dare he make me cry