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.

 

any idea that this handsome knight would one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor,

 

“Ruby?”

 

moment, Cesare, who had been stroking my head, called for me again. This time his long fingers

 

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

 

that I can at least be of some

 

a rare gentle smile and pressed them up

 

always, our sweet little angel,” he

 

really wanted to

 

to than throwing up. After all, the handsome knight of the South was out to kill

 

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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

 

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

 

“Ugh!”

 

to water. I’d gotten good enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to

 

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

 

adoptive siblings, I attended a prestigious private school in Madrid and lived a life full of ballet classes, tennis club, horseback

 

kids around me was sometime around 4th grade, when a boy in my class laughed at me while pulling back his eyes. At first I didn’t understand what it meant, so I just laughed along with the rest of the kids in my class. I thought that my eyes were round like everyone

 

racism that I faced at school, but as for my life at home, despite the sophisticated, welcoming facade of my

 

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

 

smallest bit of shame to my family or offended them in the slightest,

 

I looked in the mirror, instead of seeing my face, there was a beautiful western girl staring back at

 

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

 

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 family, and the entirety of

 

a metaphor for the holy site of the Vatican City. And as for lucky me, I

 

to die, and to die no less than at

 

and oldest brother, in an attempt to gain even more political influence, were hellbent on marrying off Rudbeckia, and

 

murder his wife’s entire family after only being married for

 

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

 

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

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