Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 10

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 10**

Avery was equally bewildered, his brow furrowing in thought. He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, muttering under his breath, “Surely Prince Dashnell hasn’t taken a fancy to Margaery, has he?” The very idea struck him as utterly ludicrous.

In Avery’s eyes, Margaery epitomized everything wrong with the world of nobility—spoiled and self-absorbed, she had the charm of a wilted flower, lacking the grace and warmth that Tessa radiated effortlessly. How could a prince, a man of such stature and discernment, possibly be drawn to her? “No, we’re simply overthinking this,” he concluded, shaking his head in disbelief. “Prince Dashnell has been courted by every noble lady in the realm and has turned them all away. Why her? Of all people?”

Dominic, who had been listening intently, pondered this conundrum. “Perhaps the gemstone was just a fleeting whim,” Avery suggested, giving Dominic a reassuring clap on the shoulder. “To a prince, a mere trinket means nothing—forgotten by sunrise, likely.”

He offered a nod of encouragement, trying to dispel the growing tension. “Don’t dwell on it, my friend. You and Margaery have known each other since childhood. Her heart has always belonged to you.”

“It’s just a fleeting spat,” Avery continued, his voice laced with a mixture of hope and certainty. “Give it a day or two, and she’ll come back to you. She’s the one who struggles to let go.”

Dominic nodded, but a gnawing doubt crept into his mind. Once, he had been so sure of Margaery’s unwavering devotion. He had always believed he held the power to walk away if he chose to, not her. But now, that confidence began to crumble. Avery’s words offered some comfort, yet an unsettling feeling lingered, haunting him like a shadow that refused to fade away.

“Something feels wrong,” Dominic murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s go to the Hall of Divinity.” He couldn’t shake the feeling that some unseen force had influenced Margaery’s heart, twisting it away from him.

“I’m with you,” Avery said, his tone resolute, as they made their way through the swirling snow that blanketed the ground.

Upon reaching the Hall of Divinity, they managed to secure a walnut-wood sword, but not without enduring the scornful gaze of High Priest Simon Browning.

“A living soul possessed by a specter? Is she raving? Senseless?” the priest mocked, his voice dripping with disdain. “I expected better from the Wallen family than a fool with a head full of mist!”

“No saving you,” he sneered, his words cutting like a knife.

Avery’s anger flared, but he held his tongue, recognizing the precarious balance of power at play. The Wallen family held sway over the court, but the high priest answered to the divine. One wrong word could ignite whispers of treason against the stars themselves.

Swallowing their pride, they accepted the sword and turned back, their mission accomplished but their spirits stung.

They headed straight to Tessa’s chamber.

“Avery, Dominic,” Tessa whispered, curled up on a cushioned bench, her voice as fragile as a dying breeze. “Why brave such bitter cold?”

“Because we care for you,” Avery replied, rushing to her side, his concern palpable. “You’re pale as frost. Is your stomach troubling you again?”

“Don’t fret,” Tessa said softly, though her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Father sent for medicine. I’ve taken it.”

Her tear-streaked face, delicate and fragile like a wilting blossom, tugged at Dominic’s heartstrings.

“How long must you endure this pain?” he asked, urgency creeping into his voice. “We can’t go on like this. We need a cure—now.”

He sat beside her, gently taking her trembling hand in his. Her fingers felt cold and delicate, quivering like a newborn fawn.

“If Margaery wished, she might know a remedy,” Tessa murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor. “But she’s never cared for me. I’d rather not vex her.”

A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Dominic’s heart twisted painfully. “Don’t cry, Tessa,” he said firmly, determination hardening his voice. “You’ll hurt your eyes. Whatever it takes, we’ll get that remedy tonight.”

His words held a fierce resolve, as if he would storm a castle to retrieve it.

Tessa’s heart fluttered with hope, knowing that a single tear could draw Dominic closer, like a star returning to its sky.

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