Contract Marriage: Rewritten - Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Translator: Yonnee
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“Lania.”
He stepped inside and softly called his wife’s name.
Her full name was Laniakea, but not long ago, he had started calling her by the shorter version.
It was a pet name that only he used within the palace. That exclusivity made the name even more endearing.
“Lania?”
After passing through several doors and entering the bedroom, he looked at the empty room and called his wife’s name again, seemingly taken aback.
Whenever he arrived, Laniakea would always come out to greet him personally.
But now, she was nowhere to be seen in the room.
She had supposedly finished her meal and gone to the bedroom…
Just as an unsettling thought crossed his mind, he noticed the door to the study connected to the bedroom was ajar.
The lights inside were brightly lit as well.
Hurrying over, he saw Laniakea seated at the desk in the study.
Seeing her, Hyperion exhaled a faint sigh of relief and approached her.
“Lania? What are you doing here?”
He thought she would notice him and rise in surprise when he called her name like that.
Contrary to his expectation, however, she merely lifted her head to look at him, without even offering a greeting to acknowledge his arrival.
Instead, she suddenly stood up and spoke.
“I… have something I need to tell you.”
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Meanwhile, Laniakea clenched her fists as she noticed Hyperion’s expression stiffen slightly at her words.
‘I can do this. I must do this!’
Hadn’t she resolved herself countless times before he arrived?
Yet, seeing that stern look on his face caused her courage to falter slightly once again.
‘But I can’t let this continue.’
For a long time, she had felt she needed to say something, but every time, his concerned expression stopped her before she could begin.
But now, she had reached her limit.
Today, she had to tell him everything she had been thinking.
“You have something to say? What is it?”
His voice was polite, yet it made Laniakea shrink back even more.
Because she knew just how important her words would be to him.
As she hesitated, Hyperion let out a short sigh and stepped forward, standing directly in front of her.
Then he spoke first.
“I’m sorry.”
“…Pardon?”
“I wanted to have lunch with you today, but the documents Marquis Sorrel brought were riddled with errors, and I had to have a lengthy discussion with him about them. Tomorrow, I will make sure to have lunch with you.”
“Oh… I see…”
Now that she thought about it, it was true that they hadn’t been able to eat lunch together today.
Hyperion, as though considering it a grave mistake, even looked slightly despondent.
“Thank you for understanding. Let’s return to the bedroom now. I’ll take a quick wash and be back.”
As he said this, Hyperion began quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt.
Hearing the soft popping of buttons, Laniakea snapped out of her daze and hurriedly spoke again.
“No, that’s not what I wanted to say, Your Majesty.”
“’Your Majesty’?”
At the formal address, Hyperion’s hands paused. Lowering his head to meet Laniakea’s gaze, he softly murmured.
“Didn’t we agree yesterday, Lania?”
He emphasized her name, and Laniakea hesitated before replying with difficulty.
“Y-yes… R…Rion.”
When the name “Rion” escaped her lips, the stiffness in Hyperion’s expression eased.
But unlike him, Laniakea turned beet red, unable to lift her head.
Calling him “Rion” had brought back vivid memories of yesterday, ones she had been desperately suppressing all day.
“U-Um! I called you Rion, but why do you keep licking—ah, agh!”
The mere thought of what Hyperion had done to make her say “Rion” was enough to send a wave of heat through her body, pooling between her legs.
“I’ll be quick.”
Hyperion, as if understanding, gently ran his large hand down her back. The sensation spread like lightning through her entire body.
If this continued, it would be the same as always.
He would return after washing up, and they would climb into bed together, fulfilling their marital duties.
Duties that, no matter how much she tried to rationalize as necessary for the empire and the emperor’s heir, always left her mortified.
The same endless nights, until dawn broke.
‘I can’t let that happen!’
Laniakea bit her lip hard. She couldn’t back down any longer. Today, she had to speak up.
She stepped away from his embrace, where she had almost instinctively sought comfort.
Then, she picked up a paper from the desk, the one she had been staring at all day before Hyperion arrived, and held it out to him.
“This is…”
Hyperion’s eyes widened as he realized what Laniakea was handing him.
At the same time, she shouted.
“L-Let’s rewrite this!”
Even though she had practiced countless times throughout the day, her voice trembled terribly.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Laniakea shouted again.
“Let’s rewrite our marriage contract! Starting with this clause!”
The place she was pointing to read:
[ The couple shall engage in intercourse __ time(s) every __ for the purpose of producing an heir. ]
The clause was incomplete, with the duration and frequency left blank.
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