I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 242

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Side Story 27
Epilogue
It was the first night as a formally married couple.
Late summer had passed, and a cool breeze heralding early autumn flowed pleasantly through the windows.
The Imperial Castle of the Langrid Empire, the Emperor’s Bedroom.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid sat on the sofa in his nightclothes, reading the newspaper.
Soft candlelight flickered throughout the room, dancing gently in the breeze.
Margaret Rose Flone disappeared with her maids and did not return for quite some time.
Enoch turned the pages of the newspaper quietly.
The paper was filled with stories of the new Imperial Family, the new Emperor, the new Empress, and a new era. It was nothing but accounts of fresh beginnings.
As Enoch skimmed through the articles about Margaret and himself, he read a piece about Hestia’s resort destinations.
Spring and summer were famous for Langrid’s festivals, while autumn and winter were renowned for Hestia’s celebrations.
A honeymoon with Margaret in Hestia might be pleasant. Though he wasn’t certain if their schedules would permit such a journey.
Click.
After roughly three or four hours had passed and the sun had set, Margaret Rose Flone entered the bedroom.
The moment she stepped inside, the room filled with the scent of roses—a fragrance so pleasant it made one’s body feel delightfully languid.
Enoch folded the newspaper he had been reading.
Margaret Rose Flone stood awkwardly near the door, her eyes darting about nervously. Clearly, this situation felt strange to her.
“Come here.”
He extended his hand toward her, and she approached him eagerly as if she had been waiting for exactly that. Standing before him, she gazed at him hesitantly.
“Is something wrong?”
In the end, he couldn’t help but ask.
Margaret Rose Flone, dressed in a slip that revealed her skin subtly, seemed to flush crimson.
“I’m embarrassed.”
“Now, of all times?”
Enoch pulled Margaret Rose Flone’s hand, and she tumbled forward onto him as he sat on the sofa.
“W-what are you doing?”
Straddling him, she leaned her upper body back in surprise, facing him directly.
A large ribbon adorned the front panel of the slip Margaret Rose Flone wore. Enoch found himself smiling and brushed his large hand across his lips briefly.
She had worn a dress with a ribbon when they were isolated on Alea Island as well. Margaret Rose Flone must truly love ribbons, he thought, and slowly pulled at the ribbon’s string.
“Enoch…?”
The ribbon string slipped from his fingertips and fell limply onto the carpet.
Her neckline was now fully exposed, revealing her pale, delicate skin and prominent collarbone.
As Enoch’s gaze drifted lower, he suddenly lifted his head.
His eyes met hers—deep blue eyes clouded with bewilderment. Seeing Margaret Rose Flone so visibly tense and rigid, Enoch suppressed his laughter.
He grasped Margaret Rose Flone’s waist and drew her closer against him, then swept his hand up along her back. Her spine straightened even more rigidly than before.
“Relax.”
“H-how can I relax when you’re doing this…!”
Watching Margaret Rose Flone’s flustered expression was endearing in its own way, and he wanted to continue observing it. The night was long, after all.
Enoch’s low laughter echoed through the quiet bedroom, and Margaret Rose Flone, finally relaxing, looked at him with an expression of helpless resignation.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid paid no mind and slowly slipped the shoulder strap of her dress down. He pressed his lips against the exposed bare skin. Margaret Rose Flone’s grip on his shoulder tightened.
His pajamas crumpled mercilessly in her grasp, but neither of them cared about such things.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid left a deep kiss on her shoulder, then carefully rested his cheek against it.
The way her body fit perfectly in his hands, the soft texture of her skin against his—it all felt exquisite.
After savoring the sensation a moment longer, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid opened his mouth, his voice husky.
“It took twelve years.”
“…What?”
“The time it took to reach this point.”
Margaret Rose Flone tilted her head in confusion.
From that moment twelve years ago when she had extended her hand to a weeping Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid alone in the Imperial Palace Garden—he had been destined to love her.
Suddenly, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid lifted Margaret Rose Flone into his arms and rose from the bed.
“Ah—!”
Startled, Margaret Rose Flone wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The scent of roses grew more intoxicating.
Could a person truly become intoxicated by fragrance?
Amused at such an absurd thought, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid chuckled softly and kissed her cheek.
Margaret Rose Flone burrowed deeper into his embrace, flushed with embarrassment. But that lasted only a moment—
She found herself laid upon the bed in disarray. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid loomed above her, holding her captive within his arms as he gazed down at her.
“Margaret, my wife.”
He slowly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, then repeated that pleasant word again and again—”wife.”
“I still can’t believe it.”
Margaret Rose Flone reached up quietly and caressed his cheek this time. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid leaned into her palm and asked.
“Believe what?”
“That you’re my husband.”
Margaret Rose Flone’s golden hair was splayed across the pristine blanket. Her face, softened and languid, held an alluring beauty.
Margaret Rose Flone was beautiful.
Objectively speaking, she was beautiful, but truthfully, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had never found any other woman beautiful.
Margaret Rose Flone’s eyes held the depths of a sapphire lake. Gazing into those unfathomable eyes, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid became that helpless boy from twelve years ago again and again.
That powerless boy who was saved by Margaret Rose Flone time and time again.
Margaret Rose Flone was delicate yet strong, rough yet refined, rude yet tender.
Perhaps he had wanted to possess her—that radiant, glittering woman—for far longer than he realized.
A life without Margaret Rose Flone held no meaning for him. She was the one who had made him who he was today.
“I can’t believe it either. That you are now forever mine.”
They had become husband and wife. Margaret Rose Flone was now eternally his woman, and he was eternally her man.
No longer did they need to tremble with uncertainty—they were now legally bound to each other forever.
Now, when morning came, he could see her face, and when night fell, they could sleep together.
Night after night, he had counted the days like a child awaiting an outing, until he finally surrendered to contentment. And contentment became happiness.
He lowered his head and claimed her lips.
This love had been hard-won. The happiness he thought would never exist in his life had finally arrived.
Humid, warm air filled the bedroom along with their mingled breaths. The slip and pajamas discarded beneath the bed fell with a soft thud.
Creak. The bed swayed.
He had no intention of letting go.
Even if she wept and pleaded with regret later, he would never release her.
“Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid…. I’m exhausted…. This is too much.”
Margaret Rose Flone finally declared her surrender.
She waved her pristine hands like a white flag and even patted the arms of the beast-like Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
Yet Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid paid her no mind, burying his face in her nape.
“If you’re exhausted, sleep.”
Of course, only she would be the one sleeping. Margaret Rose Flone looked up at him with an exasperated expression.
“How on earth did you endure all this time?”
When Margaret Rose Flone finally asked, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid let out a low laugh.
“For this very moment.”
The bed trembled once more. Margaret Rose Flone swallowed the groan that threatened to escape, while Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s delighted laughter echoed through the bedroom.
The night continued for quite some time after that.
* * *
James, the Emperor’s chief aide, paced nervously with an anxious expression.
With a face full of concern and worry, he stood before the front door, repeatedly raising and lowering his hand to knock.
“Not today either, I’m afraid.”
A maid passing by noticed him and shook her head. James’s face fell.
“I knew His Majesty had excellent physical stamina, but….”
James performed a dry face washing and swallowed a sigh. Then he suddenly burst out in frustration.
“Isn’t it too much that they haven’t left the room even once for four days straight?”
“Please give them a week. They’ve only just had their ceremony—it’s a newlywed’s honeymoon. If you disturb them now, you’ll be resented for a long time.”
At the maid’s counsel, James finally resigned himself to his fate. That’s right. What could he do? The Emperor and Empress, the couple who would lead the future of Langrid, having such harmony was surely an auspicious sign for the nation’s fortune.
With tears brimming in his eyes, James turned away from the couple’s bedroom.
“…Has he left?”
“He doesn’t seem to have the presence of mind to think of anything else.”
Margaret Rose Flone had noticed James knocking on the room door just moments before. And Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, displeased with her attention, tormented her all the more persistently.
“Sigh. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, aren’t you tired?”
“Well, I’ve never been tired. Though I’ve felt blissfully good.”
“Please, just pretend to be tired sometimes. I’m starting to wonder if I really married a human.”
At Margaret Rose Flone’s plea, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid burst into hearty laughter. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so freely.
“Then remember this from now on.”
He said tenderly, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“In bed, I’m no human offspring.”
Another long night was beginning.
* * *
This Imperial Castle, incomparably grander than the Flone Estate, was now something I had to consider my home.
I spent each day adapting to this place, meeting people, and fulfilling my duties as Empress.
Waves of work beyond imagination crashed upon me, but I could endure it. Because when I returned to my room after my duties, I could spend the night with Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
Nestled in his embrace and drifting to sleep together, all the exhaustion of the day seemed to wash away.
How blissful it is to open my eyes in the morning and find Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid right before me….
Whenever I had time, I strolled through the Imperial Palace Garden with Enoch. Since arriving at the Imperial Palace, Eun-ji, who had not transformed into human form as we had practiced, accompanied us as well.
But one day, Eun-ji rarely insisted on transforming into human form of her own accord.
So I kept people at a distance as much as possible while Eun-ji transformed, and suddenly she touched my belly.
“Now Margaret is mine. You can’t make contact like that.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, who had been watching quietly with his arms crossed, leveled a childish warning at Eun-ji.
Eun-ji snorted at him and spoke.
“Eun-ji didn’t touch Margaret! Eun-ji touched the baby!”
Silence fell over the garden for a moment.
I counted how long it had been since my last menstruation.
Eun-ji had sensed the disruption in my Mana Flow thanks to the child that had come into being.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid fell silent for a moment, staring at me. I had never seen him wear such an astonished expression.
“A child….”
He gazed carefully at my belly. His Golden Eyes trembled fiercely.
His lips moved soundlessly for a long while. Then, slowly, he stretched both arms and gently drew me into an embrace.
His shoulders trembled faintly, as though he could not contain the overwhelming emotion surging within him.
For a moment, his voice came thick and choked with feeling as Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid spoke.
“Thank you.”
He buried his face against my shoulder.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had never truly known a real family, nor had he ever been loved.
So even when he wished to have a child, he always spoke of it as though it were a distant matter, a vague future.
Sometimes that felt lonely….
“Thank you. Thank you, Margaret.”
Watching Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid weep against my shoulder, all such unnecessary feelings dissolved away entirely.
I embraced him in return. Eun-ji, who had been peering from the side and reading the moment, gently wrapped her arms around our waists.
As Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid wept, tears came to my eyes as well. They were tears I could shed because I knew the years we had endured.
“I will love you. You, and the child. And Eun-ji too.”
We held each other thus for a long while, tears streaming down our faces.
I have loved happy endings since childhood.
I loved stories of people cherishing one another and living happily together.
So now our story truly has only happiness remaining.
May those I love live forever in happiness alongside me.
[End of Side Story]

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