“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.

 

one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor, wretched creatures of this

 

“Ruby?”

 

Cesare, who had been stroking my head, called for me again. This time his long fingers groped the back of my head. I shuddered

 

gaze to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady Julia and my father beside her, both seated upright, poised and dignified as

 

least be of some service to you with

 

gentle smile and pressed them up against the

 

our sweet little angel,” he

 

really wanted to

 

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

 

***

 

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

 

going to be reincarnated as a character in this

 

“Ugh!”

 

enough at throwing up silently that I didn’t need to worry about being caught by the maids,

 

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 an upper-class family

 

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

 

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

 

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 treated differently,

 

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

 

of shame to

 

thought I was just hallucinating before l passed away. But when I looked in the mirror, instead

 

days to realize that I’d become Rudbeckia de Borgia, a character in

 

story about the countries of the North and the clergy bravely rising up and banding

 

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

 

and to die no less than

 

an attempt to gain even more political influence, were hellbent on marrying off Rudbeckia, and after three unsuccessful engagements and another

 

decide to murder his wife’s entire family after only being

 

of Rudbeckia, who’d

 

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 killing

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