I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 226

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Side Story 11
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Though it wasn’t part of the original plan, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid decided to stay at the Flone Estate for the night since circumstances had unfolded this way.
Prince of Asdal and Archbishop Luzef were staying as well, and with the Imperial Palace practically on his doorstep, there was no reason he couldn’t do the same.
The servants of the Flone Family appeared flustered by the unexpected visit of such high-ranking dignitaries.
He quietly examined the Flone Family’s service regulations that he’d obtained from Prince of Asdal.
3. Miss Margaret Rose Flone’s room is in the western section of the Third Floor, rooms 1-5.
Should Miss be found asleep in the Garden in the middle of the night, quietly move her to her room.
‘Should Miss be found asleep in the Garden in the middle of the night, quietly move her to her room.’
I heard they’d set up a Temporary Cabin in the Garden. Apparently, on nights when Margaret Rose Flone couldn’t sleep due to anxiety, she rested there. It seemed to be an aftereffect of her ordeal.
“Everything is prepared.”
Duke Flone spoke.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid sat on the sofa in the Duke’s Office, leisurely sipping tea, and nodded.
“You’ve gone to great trouble.”
“It was only what I should have done. I sincerely wish for my daughter’s happiness.”
The Duke smiled and joined him in drinking tea.
Happiness. He wished for her happiness.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid turned the words over in his mind. The Duke’s words were filled with a father’s love for his daughter.
The Duke, who had been quietly observing him, spoke with a gentle smile.
“Of course, I also wish for Your Highness’s happiness. You’ve endured much, and now it’s time for that as well.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s hand stilled. After a moment, he set down his teacup with deliberate composure.
“Before the kidnapping to the Island, Duke. Why didn’t you stop the Young Lady?”
“Pardon?”
“The Young Lady of the Flone Family, who maintains neutrality, openly expressed her affection for me, yet you didn’t restrain her. I’ve always wondered why. Surely the Former Empress’s pressure was considerable. At that time, I had no future.”
“Pressure. Yes, there was. I was even threatened.”
The Duke burst into laughter.
It was not the sort of hardship one could laugh away, yet he laughed heartily as if delighted.
“Margaret Rose Flone said something to me one day. That if a person has fallen to the bottom, there’s nothing left but to rise. She said she saw light in Your Highness’s eyes. A light that would never be extinguished.”
Light. She saw light in him.
A light that would never be extinguished.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid couldn’t comprehend those words.
His childhood had been profoundly dark. How many tears had he shed walking that thorny path alone in silence?
He couldn’t deny that he had fallen to the bottom, but he couldn’t accept that she had seen light in him.
Because at that time, he had been dying.
“Are you saying that you rejected the Empress based on a child’s words, Duke?”
“Well, to be precise, it became my ‘justification.'”
Justification.
The eyes of the seemingly gentle Duke Flone were resolute. There was a firmness that wouldn’t waver even in a fierce wind.
At the Duke’s final words, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid found himself at a loss for a response. Only one thought occupied his mind.
Perhaps even in that moment when he thought himself alone, he had never truly been alone.
It stirred something overwhelming within Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
He lowered his gaze with an awkward expression, studying the teacup the Duke had offered him.
From the cup the Duke had personally brewed, wisps of warm Smoke curled upward.
Thus Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid gazed at the teacup for a long while.
It was around Sunset when Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid emerged into the Garden after his conversation with Duke Flone concluded.
The Duke had mentioned that Margaret Rose Flone was in the Garden.
A small Simple Cabin tucked away in a corner became visible between the well-maintained trees.
“It’s for escaping reality. Every sleepless Night, she would venture there.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid recalled the Duke’s words.
True to the description of an escape from reality, it sat deep within the Garden where few could easily venture.
It was a serene and cozy Cabin, nestled between the Garden’s towering trees.
Within Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s Visibility, pale bare Feet peeked out from beneath the Cabin—pristine white feet marked with countless small Wounds, all acquired on Alea Island.
Turning his head slightly further, he glimpsed Margaret Rose Flone sleeping peacefully.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid sat before her and carefully examined the Wounds covering her pale Feet.
As he gently brushed a Wound with his thumb, her toes twitched. Margaret Rose Flone’s nose crinkled, yet she did not wake, lost in deep slumber.
‘Sleepless Nights, then….’
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had never witnessed Margaret Rose Flone tossing restlessly in her sleep. When she slumbered beside him, she always drifted into profound, undisturbed rest.
‘So this is what happens when she sleeps alone.’
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid caressed her bare Feet endlessly, his heart growing heavy at the sight of her Wounds.
A twitch.
Then Margaret Rose Flone stirred, shifting her body.
“Mmm… it tickles.”
Her pale white Feet slipped from within his grasp. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid simply watched in silence.
“…Huh? Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid?”
Margaret Rose Flone rubbed her eyes and lifted her head. Soon she discovered him, and her eyes widened.
“Is it really you…? Am I dreaming? I thought you had returned to the Imperial Palace.”
In her Half-Asleep State, she dragged herself across the Cabin Floor toward him, who sat at the Entrance.
He gently grasped Margaret Rose Flone’s ankle as she drew near, her slender ankle fitting loosely within his large hand.
As Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid slowly massaged the inside of her ankle with his thumb, he spoke.
“You may think of it as merely a dream, if you wish.”
Margaret Rose Flone’s gaze, still heavy with Half-Asleep State, drifted toward the ankle he held captive.
“Ah…”
His hand, continuing to caress her ankle, rose gently to grasp her calf, then drew her toward him.
Startled, she gripped his shoulder. His face drew near to hers.
Before their lips could even touch, their Breath intermingled.
Margaret Rose Flone’s waist stiffened with tension.
“Relax.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Now the two were in Close Contact, without a single gap between them. Without taking his eyes from Margaret Rose Flone, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid slowly laid her upon the Cabin Floor.
Cradled in Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s embrace, Margaret Rose Flone gazed at his face as though entranced and whispered.
“It’s not a dream….”
“Just think of it as one. That way, I won’t do anything worse than this.”
As Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid smiled and lowered his head, a shadow fell across Margaret Rose Flone’s face. He pressed his lips against her soft cheek as if branding her.
Margaret Rose Flone’s hands, gripping his shoulders, trembled with mounting tension.
A cabin for escaping reality. Margaret Rose Flone wallowing in self-pity alone in such a place was utterly unlike her. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid decided instead to fill her entire cabin with himself.
He kissed her forehead, then her nose bridge, then her cheek in succession. Margaret Rose Flone received his kisses with a bewildered expression, murmuring softly.
“W-what could be worse than this?”
“What I’m about to do.”
This time, he consumed her lips. Hot, humid warmth enveloped the cabin.
His fingers cradled the back of her head, threading through her hair. He drew closer to Margaret Rose Flone in a stable, deliberate manner.
He knew he should restrain himself, yet standing before her made it far from easy.
Then a thought occurred to him.
Why should he restrain himself?
“If you need a way to sleep peacefully, don’t seek the cabin—seek me instead, Margaret Rose Flone.”
“Then I’d have to see you every night?”
At her unexpected reply, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid paused.
Her provocation caught him so off guard that a hollow laugh escaped him.
“Soon enough, we’ll be seeing each other every night anyway. Practicing beforehand isn’t a bad idea.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid meant every word. He had never been insincere with Margaret Rose Flone.
Margaret Rose Flone blocked his approaching lips with her hand as he leaned in for a kiss.
“Wait. What do you mean by….”
A playful smile curved Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s lips. When he licked her palm with his tongue, Margaret Rose Flone gasped and pulled her hand away.
“Why? Is tonight too soon?”
He lowered his head further, burying his lips against her nape. The soft, moist sensation traced down her neck and lingered at her collarbone.
“So why are you hiding alone like this?”
He left marks along her delicate collarbone and descended further.
“I want to find you.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s knee pressed between her legs. Their bodies drew impossibly closer.
Margaret Rose Flone squeezed her eyes shut pitifully. With both cheeks flushed a rosy hue, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid lavished kisses across every inch of her.
From the beginning, he had never intended to claim her in such a place. He wanted to give more care to her first time—to make her feel as though she possessed him rather than the reverse.
‘Though truthfully, that’s the more accurate description.’
Countless nights lay ahead for them, and they would spend them together without end. There was no need to rush.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid buried his face against Margaret Rose Flone’s shoulder and held her close. He inhaled her scent deeply.
He was already a man who could not live without her. And it seemed now that she, too, could not live without him.
That truth filled Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid with profound and sweet satisfaction. It was unfortunate for Margaret Rose Flone, but he was utterly delighted.
Yes, delighted—and there was no other way to express it.
‘Ah.’
A sudden thought struck Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, and he tilted her chin up. The woman cradled in his arms gazed up at him with drowsy, half-lidded eyes—still beautiful.
“…Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful.”
I had no intention of spending our first night in a place like this, but there were other pleasures to savor, were there not?
My deliberation did not linger.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, gazing down at her full, crimson lips, slowly consumed them with his own.
The night stretched long.
It was time enough to express the joy that flooded through him.

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