Epilogue.1 – The Rule of Romance Fantasy is a Happy Ending

A year passed, and a new spring arrived.  

Muriel held a grand wedding with Elexion.  

The ceremony, held at the central hall of the royal palace, was attended by numerous guests, including the Crown Prince, who briefly appeared in his mother’s arms though he was only a newborn.  

‘Preparing for the wedding was so exhausting, I thought I’d lose my mind.’

Muriel thought as she changed clothes with the help of her maids, recalling the last few months.  

She had quickly restored the 100 points she had spent earlier and then used 800 points to read chapters 36 through 55 of the manuscript.  

True to its reputation as a lengthy novel with over 100 chapters, the author packed each chapter with incidents and accidents.  

From the designer’s assistant stealing the gems meant for Muriel’s wedding dress to a scammer showing up during the dowry preparations, it was one chaotic event after another.  

Of course, Muriel didn’t sit idly by, knowing what was coming.  

She personally kept the gems safe and oversaw the designer attaching them to the dress herself. As for the scammer, she gathered evidence and crushed him thoroughly.  

The assistant, whose family circumstances had temporarily blinded him with greed, was generously given a bonus.  

Beyond wedding preparations, there were other surprising events. The most delightful news was that Muriel’s sister and her husband were expecting a child.  

While preparing for the youngest’s wedding, the family had been so busy that her brother-in-law accidentally forgot the dates for taking his contraceptive pills.  

The novel mentioned the arrival of a nephew but didn’t explain how it happened, leaving Muriel curious. She eventually pieced it together when the couple realized there was only one pill left in the bottle and worked out when the pregnancy occurred.  

***

“Muriel, are you ready?”  

“You need to remove the veil.”  

Muriel’s sister, Alesha, entered the preparation room.  

Despite her slender figure, she wore a loose and voluminous dress, as she was in the early stages of pregnancy.  

“Is it hard?”  

“Not yet, it’s bearable. How about you?”  

“It’s still early, so I feel fine. Honestly, it’s amazing how missing just one day led to this baby.”  

Alesha rubbed her belly, still incredulous at how quickly it had happened.  

“Where are our parents?”  

“They’re busy greeting guests. You didn’t eat anything, did you?”  

Alesha, worried Muriel might faint while greeting guests, handed her some snacks.  

“I’ll fix your makeup.”  

“Alright. Then we’ll head out now.”  

Since Elexion was a distant royal relative, their wedding was treated as a semi-national event, attracting congratulatory delegations from neighboring countries.  

The reception was held at the royal palace, and the maids were so busy they seemed on the verge of collapsing.  

Muriel watched the maids running around, their trousers fluttering, and felt secretly pleased.  

“What do you think of my wedding gift?”  

“It’s the best! How did you even think to ask His Majesty for trousers for the maids as your wedding gift? You’re a genius!”  

During the New Year’s banquet, the King had asked Muriel, his future niece-in-law, what she wanted as a wedding gift.  

As a former maid herself, Muriel had always wanted trousers, so she asked for no money or jewels—just for trousers to be added to the maid uniforms.  

Though there was an uproar about etiquette and tradition, the King couldn’t go back on his promise.  

Starting in March, royal palace maids could choose between trousers and skirts for their uniforms.  

“My sweet, clever sister. You must live happily with Elexion.”  

“I will.”  

Alesha reapplied lipstick to her sister, whose lips had slightly faded from eating. Muriel was so beautiful that she didn’t need heavy makeup to look stunning.  

‘You have no idea how many competitors Elexion had to push aside to stand by your side.’  

Even as her family, Alesha thought Muriel had always been angelic since childhood. With her radiant blonde hair and jewel-like green eyes, she looked like a doll.  

So protective were the Earl and Countess of Lake that they rarely let their youngest daughter leave the mansion until she was three or four years old, fearing someone might kidnap her.  

Muriel met Elexion early because their mothers were friends—a stroke of unimaginable luck for him.  

From noble children’s playdates to the academy, countless boys had coveted the seat next to Muriel.  

But all of them were repelled by the formidable shield that was Elexion.  

Alesha checked the time and stood up. She wanted to let her sister rest longer, but it was time to go out.  

***

“Muriel, congratulations.”  

“Should I call you Madame Fredior now?”  

“Your reception dress is stunning!”  

The bride was overwhelmed by the flood of congratulations coming from all directions.  

Muriel alternated between sticking close to Elexion and separating from him as they greeted everyone.  

After making rounds to greet the older relatives, her friends quickly helped her sit down to rest.  

“Lower the curtains and cover her with the hem of the dress.”  

“Muriel, you’ve made the rounds, right? You can rest like this for about 10 minutes.”  

Her married friends, who had experienced the exhaustion of receptions, showed their flair for practical solutions. Muriel sank into the plush sofa, finally giving her sore legs a break.  

“By the way, Muriel, are you using the engagement gift we gave you?”  

“I’ve already scraped the bottom of it.”  

Now that she was married, there was no need to hide it. Muriel confessed that she was already on her third jar of the ointment-like potion.  

“Oh, so you held out until after the engagement ceremony, huh?”  

“I should’ve spent more money and bought two jars instead of one.”  

“I told you it would run out quickly. Knights are full of energy—they usually need two or three jars.”  

Muriel quietly asked her friend, who also had a knight husband, if all knights were that energetic at night.  

Her friend, married for three years, shook her head.  

“Elexion is probably an exceptional case.”  

“Honestly, we thought he’d propose to you right after graduating from the academy.”  

“My younger brother said he respected Elexion for waiting until your engagement ceremony at 22.”  

Hearing all this, Muriel suddenly felt guilty toward him.  

But the past was already gone. There was no way to turn back time, so focusing on making their future days happy together was more realistic.  

As night deepened and the guests continued to chatter and celebrate, the bride and groom retired to their bridal chamber.  

Even Elexion, with his ironclad stamina, was worn out from the packed schedule, and Muriel was utterly exhausted.  

She had heard from the Crown Princess, who had experience, that royal weddings left no room for romantic first nights.  

Having now experienced it herself, Muriel understood perfectly why. The two simply took quick showers and collapsed into bed.  

***

The next morning, Muriel and Elexion teleported directly to their honeymoon destination.  

The place they chose for their sweet honeymoon was a mansion on a secluded island owned by the Duke Fredior’s family.  

The scenery was beautiful, with rare plants and flowers blooming everywhere. However, the island had one major drawback:  

The surrounding sea was so rough that entering or leaving without teleportation was nearly impossible.  

Even Muriel, who had only heard about the place, was visiting it for the first time.  

“Xion, this place is so beautiful! There are so many flowers I’ve never seen before.”

“Do you like it?”  

“Yes.”  

“Come on, let’s start by exploring the mansion.” 

Muriel held Elexion’s hand as they wandered around every corner of the mansion, both inside and out.  

The mansion, decorated with the utmost effort by the staff of the Duke Fredior’s Estate, was thoroughly prepared for the newlyweds to spend a week without any inconvenience.  

The kitchen was stocked with ingredients and fully prepared meals, while the bathroom had hot spring water directly connected from underground, ensuring a constant supply of warm water 24/7.  

To shake off the fatigue of the previous day, the two soaked themselves in the bath first. After enjoying a delicious meal, they took a leisurely walk around the island to aid digestion.  

As the golden sands stretched beneath the setting sun, their shadows lengthened. And as those shadows grew longer, Muriel began to feel uneasy.  

‘Why do I suddenly feel so strange?’  

“Muriel, are you okay? Are you feeling sick?”  

“No, I’m not sick.”  

“You don’t have a fever.”  

When she began to sweat profusely for no apparent reason, Elexion lifted her up in his arms.  

With no one else on the island to see them, Muriel’s face turned red. The touch of his arms, strong enough to lift a slender woman with ease, only made her sweat more.