Chapter 2
Anyhow, he was undoubtedly a strange man.
Despite the way Cesare obsessed over me and clung to me, he didn’t show the slightest hesitation
using me as a pawn in his political schemes. For all I know, maybe he just thought of me as another
one of his objects.
Three years ago, when I’d just gotten ustomed to the fact that I’d be fifteen year-old
Rudbeckia, I made the mistake of refusing my arranged marriage to the Duke of Rembrandt.
With the foreknowledge that the duke wouldter be a key figure in the demise of my family, I
invalidated our marriage right before the wedding was scheduled to happen using the humiliating
pretense of ‘bodily ipatibility’.
I wanted to do whatever I could to protect my new family that had treated me so well and stop whatever
enemies wouldter plot against them.
But as soon as I expressed my unwillingness to marry him, Father’s usual warm expression morphed
into an ice-cold frown that made my body tremble with fear in a way I was all too familiar with. That
night I was locked in my room and beaten by Cesare until I nearly passed out from pain.
It was after those events repeated themselves a couple times that I realized there was no difference
between my old and new life. Maybe, in part, that was also because I knew that Rudbeckia wasn’t
actually the pope’s biological daughter.
Rudbeckia’s biological mother—my mother—was killed as soon as she gave birth, before the pope met
his second official lover, Carmen. Most people around me were already suspicious that I wasn’t the
pope’s legitimate child, and, well, since I’d already read the story myself, I knew their suspicions were
correct.
Putting on a facade and pretending to be family with people that didn’t share a drop of blood with me, it
was identical to my previous life. And after I became Rudbeckia, my anorexia manifested itself again as
well.
“It hurts me to see you go too. This’ll be thest time something like this happens, I promise,” said
Cesare.
“But I heard it’s dangerous there…”
“Dangerous? You’ll be guarded around-the-clock by a legion of elite knights, you have nothing to worry
about. I’ll try toe visit you as often as I can too. It won’t be that bad, every ce has something to
like about it. Just think of it as a six-month-long vacation.”
“Six months? It’s really going to be six months?”
I already knew exactly how long it was going to be but I pretended to be surprised anyway.
He chuckled and wrapped a lock of my hair around his finger, pulling it up to his nose.
“Yeah, you just have to make it six months. He won’t do anything to you regardless, so you don’t need
to worry.”
That wasn’t what I was worried about.
“You’ll reallye visit me often?”
“Yeah.”
I prayed that he wouldn’t.
ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
Trying to convince the knight who’d be my husband to not kill me was going to be difficult enough
as it was. Even if I refused to poison his little sister, someone else would be hired to do it and I would
end up being med.
If I was going to stop my husband’s little sister from being poisoned in six months, I had to start by
convincing my husband and the other people around me, all of whom passionately hated me, that I was
harmless—that I was their ally.
At least it wasn’t any different than how I’d been forced to act with my previous families.
***
Izek van Omerta.
The sessor of his father’s legendary martial arts technique, he was given the title of knight at fifteen
years old and at age seventeen was crowned the kingdom’s youngest champion of the famed triannual
dueling tournament.
Through his heroic feats as a pdin, he became even more renown and celebrated amongst the
people, but, because of his stubborn, headstrong personality, he refused every one of the marriage
proposals he received, much to the displeasure of his father.
The only females he was close with were his younger sister, Ellenia van Omerta, and his childhood
friend, ya van Brianna. If I remember correctly, his standoffish personality was, inrge part, due to
his mother’s death.
His mother, once a young princess, was passionately in love with the duke, but after she became the
duchess of Omerta and gave birth, she ended up killing herself while her children were still young. It
seems like her death had a profound impact on both Izek and Ellenia.
People believed that a soul whomitted suicide was destined for eternal damnation, so their
mother’s death consequently became a taboo subject.
To be honest, it was so long since I had read the novel that my memory of a lot of the story was vague
at best. I wish I could’ve remembered more…
The reason why Izek had obediently epted his marriage with Rudbeckia wasn’t due to any sort of
coercion from his father, it was because Ellenia had been arranged to marry the pope’s second son—
Enzo.
The Vatican was struggling to fight off barbarians on their northern border, and, with the added difficulty
of internal conflict, they were severely in need of reinforcements.
Receiving the aid of Britannia’s elite knights—that was the point of these political marriages.
After his announcement of the marriage at dinner, Father worked at lightning speed to prepare the
wedding. A huge dowry and an assortment of borate gifts were sent to Britannia, and after my
marriage was made official with a representative from Britannia, Father began arrangements for me to
leave for Britannia immediately.
***
I thought that after three years I would eventually get used to it, but every time I looked in the mirror I
was still startled by the unfamiliar woman I saw.
Her hair was a cascade of spiraling gold threads. Her eyes were shining bluekes. Her supple cheeks
and tender lips didn’t resemble my original body in the slightest. The only thing even remotely simr
between my two bodies was my long hair and small figure.
When I was a child, I was always sensitive about how I looked different than the other kids around me,
but, funnily enough, there are times now when I miss my old body.
“My beautiful daughter,” said Father with a warm smile, pulling me towards him and hugging me.
I was eighteen years old and, by the standards of this world, a fully-grown adult, but I was still
considered and treated like a child in many ways. Like how Cesare would always sit me in hisp and
pat my head like I was some kind of pet.
“You’re going to make a wonderful bride, my darling. The North will love you.”
“Father…”
“Aw, there’s no need to be upset. Don’t cry, my dear. We won’t be apart forever.”
If anything, I wished that this would be thest time we ever saw each other. Of course I cried though,
that was part of my job after all.
My father chuckled seeing my delicate face covered in tears.
“I’m going to miss you all.”
“We’re going to miss you too, so much, my dear. I would send your brother to apany you on the
trip if I could, but it’s impossible right now, sadly.”
How grateful I was that it was impossible. It was scary enough seeing the visitors from the North watch
our family like vultures. Did Father really not care about the rumors they would spread about me and
Cesare?
“Wuaah! I can’t ept this bullsh*t! Am I the only one who’s upset by this? Waaah!”
“Enzo.”
“Wuaaah… Come here you idiot!”
Enzo, who’d been kicking the dirt and sulking by himself, hugged me tightly. Despite Enzo’s fiery
temper and all the mischief he caused, I never felt ufortable around him. In a way, he really was
the only normal one in this family.
“I’ll miss you.”
“And I’ll miss you too, stupid.”
Still grumbling, he hugged me so tight I could barely breathe.
As he hugged me, Cesare, who’d been watching us, approached and wriggled his way between us.
“That’s enough Enzo, we don’t want to suffocate her.”
Six months.
It was unclear what would happen after that, but the one thing I was certain about was that I wouldn’t
shed any tears if Cesare were to end up dying.
Even if the entire Borgia family were massacred, I’m not sure how upset I’d be.
“Ruby.”
Stroking my tear-stained cheeks, the back of Cesare’s hand sent a cold shiver down my spine. I could
feel his eyes staring inside me, like two vipers trying to strangle me.
It was those vipers I feared. They were the ones that scared me into obeying Cesare. In a lot of ways,
he reminded me of my oldest brother from my previous life.
“Cesare, you have toe visit me, alright?”
“Of course, of course. I promise. Make sure to behave yourself until then, okay?”
How funny the human instinct for survival is sometimes… that’s what I thought about myself at that
moment.
Despite having been reincarnated into an even more miserable life than my previous one, I was still
doing everything in my power to survive as best as I could. Funny, right?
***
Although the people of the South believed otherwise, the North did in fact have weather besides
constant rain and snow.
During the summer, the sun shone brilliantly, and the weather wasn’t excessively hot or humid like the
South was. The problem was that summer was the only season you could ever see the sun.
Every three years, the country’s borders were opened and soldiers from neighboringnds were invited
to participate in a grand dueling tournament.
On a clear, sunny summer weekend, crowds of children gathered to watch the groaning, dust-covered
men battle it out.
Lord Ivan red at his peers, both with pity and contempt, and then approached the man leading them.
“Can I talk with you for a second?”
The man dropped his sword on the ground and took off his helmet, lowering his head.
His sharp jawline and long eyshes were delicate, almost angelic, a stark contrast from the hot-
blooded stare of his scarlet red eyes.
His gleaming, sweat-covered face. His jet-ck, dust-covered armor. Standing at two meters tall, he
looked like a demon that had just crawled out of the pits of hell.