How to Get My Husband on My Side

“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.

handsome knight would one day massacre their entire

“Ruby?”

my head, called for me again. This time his long fingers

with Cesare. After glancing at his eerie azure eyes, I shifted my gaze to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly,

you, Father. I’m grateful that I can at least be of some service

into a rare gentle smile and pressed them up against

as always, our sweet little angel,” he

I really wanted to

pressing matters to attend to than throwing up. After all, the handsome knight of the South

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had at last come to an end and I could finally rest. But if I’d known that I would 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 environment that was

reincarnated as a character in this novel, couldn’t I

“Ugh!”

water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught by the maids, but, nevertheless, it was still excruciating every

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

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

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

the sophisticated, welcoming facade

adoptive parents had a separate lover, and my second brother, who was a rising tennis star, was publicly exposed for his promiscuous private life and drug addiction. The only one in my adoptive family who would sometimes treat me nicely was my older sister, and she committed suicide at age twenty-one. As for my oldest brother, I quickly learned that he was a monster just like his

habit for me to play the role of a smart, cheerful, and obedient daughter, since if I ever brought the smallest bit of shame to my family or offended them in the slightest, there was hell to pay. And when I woke up here, it was exactly

away. But when I looked in the mirror, instead of seeing my face, there was a beautiful western

took me a few days to realize that I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in the fantasy novel Sodom

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

the people of the northern Romagna region of Italy, and ‘Holy Grail’ was a metaphor for the holy site

was destined to die, and to die no less than at the

oldest brother, in an attempt to gain even more political influence, were hellbent on marrying off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful engagements and another last minute cancellation, she ended up being married off

and austere as Izek would lose his mind and decide to murder his wife’s entire family after

love that made him lose his mind, it was hatred—hatred of Rudbeckia, who’d poisoned his

sister, it seems like Izek just got fed up with his backstabbing b*tch of a wife and ended up