"I've finally found a worthy groom for you, darling," announced Father, as he wiped off his lips with a napkin.
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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.
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My second brother Enzo, who had been busily chowing down on an awfully smelly quenelle, slammed his fork down and cried out in protest.
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"Not again! Father, how many times has it been already?"
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"Enzo."
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"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?"
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"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?"
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"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—"
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"Shut your trap, boy."
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The great noble soldier took the rest of the quenelle on his plate and shoved it into his mouth, aggressively chewing in protest.
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The marriage proposal wasn't any surprise to me though. I knew that it would come sooner or later.
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"Who is it, Father?", I asked cheerfully.
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My father, who had been staring disapprovingly at Enzo, looked back my way and smiled.
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"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."
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"What! Father, do you know how bad his reputation is?!"
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"Boy, was I talking to you?"
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("heh... This novel is quite good..." Scratching my stomach while reading.)
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Enzo became quiet again.
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None of them had any idea that this handsome knight would one day massacre their entire family. Oh poor, wretched creatures of this world...
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"Ruby?"
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As I pretended to hesitate for a moment, Cesare, who had been stroking my head, called for me again. This time his long fingers groped the back of my head. I shuddered in revulsion. It felt like a cold snake slithering up my neck.
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"W-what the fuck??? Boi!!! Is this bitch retarted?" I stopped scratching my stomach and uncomfortable and hurriedly swipe so I could read the next part. "I'm sure the next one is gonna be Good right?"
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I slowly raised my head and locked eyes with Cesare. After glancing at his eerie azure eyes, I shifted my gaze to Enzo who was frowning discontentedly, and then to Lady Julia and my father beside her, both seated upright, poised and dignified as always.
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("... Oh. My. Lord.")
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"Thank you, Father. I'm grateful that I can at least be of some service to you with this marriage."
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Cesare curled his lips into a rare gentle smile and pressed them up against the top of my forehead.
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"Perfect as always, our sweet little angel," he whispered.
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Now I really wanted to puke.
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("This shit is ass!!!" I stood up and throw my phone in the corner of my room. "Argh why am I even doing this to myself... I already seen the warning when I first started reading this.")
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But after some thinking I aproched my phone and continued reading in the corner of the room where I picked and throw my phone. "Okay let's see"
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But I had more pressing matters to attend to than throwing up. After all, the handsome knight of the South was out to kill me too.
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***
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I thought with that untimely helicopter crash that my tiresome life 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 just as vile as my previous life, would I still have thought the same way?
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If I was going to be reincarnated as a character in this novel, couldn't I have at least been born into a decent family?
"Ugh!"
I could feel my stomach tense up 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 maids, but, nevertheless, it was still excruciating every time.
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(Etc etc etc story story story) "Oh okay I see"
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But now that I've lived as Rudbeckia for three years, I've started to understand why she acted the way she did. "The Beloved Princess of Romagna", "The Angel of Sistina"—it was all just an act, just like my old life in Spain.
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"Ruby?"
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Hearing his knock, I shoved my mint candy pouch into a drawer and stood up. He opened my door before I'd even answered like he always did.
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"Cesare."
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Cesare, known formally as Cardinal Valentino, still had on the black robes he was wearing at dinner. He had his father's jet-black hair and deep azure eyes, and although people described him as devilishly handsome, to me he seemed closer to the devil. It was a small comfort to me that the two of us didn't look anything alike.
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"You looked upset earlier, so I got worried and came to check on you."
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I played along like usual.
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"Oh Cesare, you know me too well."
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"Are you unhappy about the marriage proposal? You can be honest with me."
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As Cesare approached me, he paused, turning his head towards the small turtle statue on my nightstand. He seemed to stare at it with a kind of deep affection. It was a closely guarded secret of mine that I absolutely despised turtles.
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"It's not that... I don't know, it's just that the North is so far away. I won't be able to see you much while I'm there, I'm worried I'll be terribly lonely."
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"Why would you be lonely? You'll be with your husband."
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"That doesn't mean anything to me. If I could have my way, I would stay here and live with you forever, Cesare."
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"I'm honored that the prettiest woman of Romagna cares for me so much."
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Cesare came beside me and placed his hand against my head, his lips curled in a smile of satisfaction. I had given him the answer he wanted to hear.
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He brushed his hand against my cheek and I continued to play along, closing my eyes like a stray kitten being petted.
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There was no telling when the hand that stroked me so gently would turn violent. Although I had managed to keep him and the rest of my family on my side so far, I knew better than anyone that, if they saw it fit, the people around me would turn against me in an instant.
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I stared at my phone in disbelief... "I... This is TRASH!!! I swear if I get reincarnated in that world I'll kill you seasar whatever your name is!!!"
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"Hooo." I took a deep breath. And stand up. "This is just a novel I should Be calm."
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I aproched the kitchen and then suddenly. I slip? Head smash against the edge of the kitchen table. "..." ".." "."
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*Blink, blink,* where the fuck am I?
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I looked around and saw a food in front of the table.
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"Ah..."
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"Enzo are you okay?" Said by a dude on the right side of the table. "Enzo? Are you okay? This Kid, why did you suddenly stopped talking and stared at the food in your table?"
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"Huh?" Enzo? That sounds familiar.
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"Don't huh me." Said by the Uncle wearing a Pope clothes.
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"W-what the fuck?" "Enzo! Why are you swearing" said by the Uncle of course...
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I looked and saw a beautiful blond girl sitting on a guy lap just over there on the table. "W-what the FUCK!!!"
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I suddenly stand up and looked at my hand. "My what the fuck is happening to me?!"
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.(Okay guys!!!! Idk if I should continue this but I'll prolly continue it till I kill that motha Facky SEASAR b#tch. Sorry for making this and not the PICKED UP A CHILD IN DUMPSTER)