How To Get My Husband On My Side [meanie]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 3: 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗒𝗎 𝗏𝖺𝗇 𝖮𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because Hao said so."

"Ugh, seriously, why do you try to get on my nerves every time we talk?"

"It's not my fault that you have a thing for my little brother, you weirdo."

Jun knew it was pointless to try and argue with him so he chose his next words carefully.

"What I'm trying to say is that, while you've been screwing around over here, your husband arrived from South. I'm not telling you to go run and greet him, but at least have dinner with him on his first night here..."

"Judging by the looks of you, it seems like there are plenty of people willing to meet him while I'm screwing around."

Jun let out a sigh of defeat.

Mingyu smirked at him while untying his gauntlet straps.

!Am I wrong?"
!As a paladin of the North, I felt it was my duty to go and monitor Borgia's spy--"

"Enough of your bullshit."

"Fuck, fine, I admit it. I went and saw him because I was curious. Curious what the pope's famous son looked like in person. Is that so wrong? If you're so irritated by me going then why didn't you go yourself, huh? Mingyu van Omerta you rude little shithead!"

"....."

"Sorry... I guess I got a little carried away."

"Yeah."

Despite his delicate appearance which earned him the nickname 'The Flower Knight', Jun was, to put it bluntly, incredibly short-tempered.

"You're not gonna ask?"

"Ask what?"

"You know, if he really looks like his portrait, how his personality is, that kind of stuff. You're not curious at all?"

"Not really."

"Whatever. Either way you should still meet him. After all, it's your obligation as his husband. And I'm only telling you this because I can't stand to see you turn out like that duke--Rembrandt whatever-his-name-is--and become an international mockery. Lord knows what would happen if you were to get on pope's bad side."

In reality, no one believed that this marriage was going to last. Mingyu's obsession with his work and Wonwoo's stubborn personality were obvious recipe for disaster. Some people were already betting on the number of weeks left before the marriage fell apart.

Jun restrained himself from suggesting that Mingyu marry Jungwoo instead. He knew that it was next to impossible and Mingyu was too naive to understand anyway.

But after seeing Wonwoo, who had travelled all the way from the Port of Elmus to Omerta Castle, Jun had mixed feeling.

According to Lord Evanste, who had acted as a representative at the Vatican's marriage ceremony, he suffered from seasickness the entire journey. Yet, in spite of that, all he could think about was his radiant smile as he stepped off the boat. He really was as beautiful as the rumors made him out to be.

His flowing, spiral golden hair and round, shimmering blue eyes--his face was as beautiful as a porcelain doll.

He looked so fragile, so delicate. Like he would shatter from a single touch.

For reasons even he could not comprehend, Jun felt responsible for him.

"He's small."

"Huh?"

"She's small, really small."

"Are you saying he's a dwarf?"

"I'm saying he looked so fragile that one dirty glare from you would be enough to kill him. It's not like I don't understand where you're coming from, but try to think about it from his perspective too. He's been forced to come all the way here basically as a hostage. It must be incredibly frightening and lonely for him."