How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 1

 

“I’ve finally found a worthy groom for you, darling,” announced Father, as he wiped off his lips with a napkin.

 

Laying on the knees of my oldest brother Cesare, I felt the urge to run back to my bedroom and throw up all the food I’d just eaten.

 

My second brother Enzo, who had been busily chowing down on an awfully smelly quenelle, slammed his fork down and cried out in protest.

 

“Not again! Father, how many times has it been already?”

 

“Enzo.”

 

“It hasn’t even been three months since her last engagement was called off! Regardless of what our family would gain from this marriage, shouldn’t you at least try to consider her feelings?”

 

“What a surprise to see you side with your little sister. Then would you rather battle the barbarians yourself instead of accepting Britannia’s support?”

 

“What are you talking about? Those savage barbarians up north wouldn’t stand a chance against the likes of me, the greatest, most noble soldier to ha—”

 

“Shut your trap, boy.”

 

The great noble soldier took the rest of the quenelle on his plate and shoved it into his mouth, aggressively chewing in protest.

 

The marriage proposal wasn’t any surprise to me though. I knew that it would come sooner or later.

 

“Who is it, Father?”, I asked cheerfully.

 

My father, who had been staring disapprovingly at Enzo, looked back my way and smiled.

 

“He’s Britannia’s hero. The king’s beloved nephew and famous knight of the South. He’s very handsome, I’m sure you’ll like him.”

 

“What! Father, do you know how bad his reputation is?!”

 

“Boy, was I talking to you?”

 

Enzo became quiet again.

 

this handsome knight would one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor, wretched creatures

 

“Ruby?”

 

his long fingers groped the back of my head. I shuddered in revulsion.

 

shifted my gaze to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady Julia and my father beside her, both

 

at least

 

curled his lips into a rare gentle smile and pressed them up

 

always, our sweet

 

I really

 

more pressing matters to attend to than throwing up. After all, the

 

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be reincarnated as a lady in the Renaissance Era, and as a character in a novel that I’d read long ago, and, to make matters worse, forced to survive in an

 

was going to be reincarnated as a character in this novel, couldn’t I have at least been

 

“Ugh!”

 

and my eyes begin to water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught by the

 

call it nowadays, an eating disorder. Before I became Rudbeckia de Borgia—I mean before I died—I was an adopted daughter of an

 

age, I knew nothing about the so-called ‘Korean Peninsula’ where I was born. Like my adoptive siblings, I attended

 

At first I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just laughed along with the

 

but as for my life at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my adoptive family, there was always an unspoken rule that I was to be

 

rising tennis star, was publicly exposed for his promiscuous private life and drug addiction. The only one in my adoptive family who would

 

smart, cheerful, and obedient daughter, since if I ever brought the smallest bit of shame to my family or offended them in the slightest,

 

I thought I was just hallucinating before l passed away. But when I looked in the mirror, instead of seeing my face, there was a beautiful

 

Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel Sodom and the Holy Grail I used to read as

 

novel was set in the Ressanaince Era and revolved around the tale of a vile, corrupt pope who abused his power to subjugate others. It was a story about the countries of the North and the clergy bravely rising up and banding together to overthrow the wicked pope, his

 

‘Sodom’ in the title referred to the people of the northern Romagna region of Italy, and ‘Holy Grail’ was a

 

to die, and to die no less than at the hands of my future

 

and after three unsuccessful engagements and another last minute cancellation, she ended up

 

Izek would lose his mind and decide to murder his wife’s

 

his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his little

 

more than being mad about Rudbeckia killing his little sister, it seems like Izek just got fed up with his backstabbing b*tch of

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