Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 107

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 107: Learn To Use Your Body**

Dashnell felt an irresistible urge to comfort her, and he gently enveloped her hand in his. “No matter what has transpired in the past, you have me by your side from this moment forward.” His voice was steady, imbued with a sincerity that he hoped would ease her troubled heart.

Regret gnawed at him like a persistent shadow, a constant reminder of his past decisions. He had once agreed to his father’s wishes, leaving as a military supervisor, a role that had taken him away from her for two long years. During that time, he remained blissfully ignorant of the torment she endured in Sinderin City. When he finally returned, the weight of his absence hung heavily in the air, and he realized it was too late to amend the pain he had caused.

This time, he vowed to himself, he wouldn’t leave her behind so easily. If fate demanded he depart, he would ensure she accompanied him, no matter the cost.

He felt her hand tremble slightly within his grasp, and he glanced into her eyes, seeking reassurance. Margaery nodded, her voice soft yet resolute. “Meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life, Your Highness.” Her words wrapped around him like a warm embrace, igniting a flicker of hope within his heart.

“Then you should rest. I’ll be leaving later tonight,” he replied, a faint smile gracing his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Margaery responded with a gentle hum, her eyelids fluttering as fatigue began to claim her. The injuries she bore were severe, and she desperately needed the solace of sleep to gather her strength for the trials that awaited her the next day.

Tomorrow was pivotal, a day that would shape her future in ways she could hardly imagine. Tessa would undoubtedly stir up more chaos, and they would see whose skills would ultimately triumph.

Meanwhile, Tessa had been waiting at the Springcourt House for what felt like an eternity. When Callum finally made his appearance, his expression was marked by annoyance. “Didn’t I specifically instruct you not to seek me out so often?” he chided, irritation lacing his tone. “You cannot come to this place as frequently as you desire.”

“Your Highness, it’s not that I wished to come here,” Tessa replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, a hint of grievance coloring her words. “Things have spiraled out of control.”

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she continued, “The Wallen family seems to have lost their minds, all fixated on Margaery. I need to know—did Mark truly tamper with the water? And do they really know that Margaery is the daughter of the midwife?”

Driving Margaery away was Tessa’s singular focus, her ultimate ambition. She had believed her plan was foolproof, yet the tides had turned against her in a manner she had not anticipated.

Callum’s brows furrowed in contemplation. “I just spoke with Mr. Whitney, and it appears the Lord Chancellor is indeed aware of this situation.”

“However,” he added, his expression darkening, “the Lord Chancellor has instructed him to keep this information under wraps, which is rather peculiar.”

Tessa’s frown deepened. “So, after learning that Margaery is not their biological daughter, the Lord Chancellor and his son still intend to keep her within the Wallen family? Why on earth would they do that?”

Her confusion was palpable. “Before, when Margaery was believed to be their own, they treated her with utter contempt. The Lord Chancellor even scolded her, lamenting that when his wife gave birth prematurely, Margaery should have perished alongside her. He threatened to cast her out, declaring that the Wallen family would no longer acknowledge her existence.”

“And now, with Margaery no longer considered their daughter, they’re practically crawling at her feet? Isn’t that utterly absurd?”

She spoke in a rush, her frustration spilling over, a stark contrast to the composed facade she had maintained at the Chancellor’s estate.

Callum settled into a chair, his handsome features marred by a deep crease of concern. “This is indeed suspicious. I heard Clyde was stabbed. What transpired there?”

Tessa stiffened at the mention of Clyde. “Could it be connected? He was indeed stabbed, and the severity of the wound is eerily similar to the one he inflicted on Margaery. It seems someone is out for revenge.”

“I’ve done some digging. After Margaery sustained her grave injuries, she went to Mr. Eastwick. The Lord Chancellor followed her there and kept watch for an entire day and night.”

Tessa felt a surge of disbelief. Over the past year, the Wallen family had shown her favor, and with a mere nudge, Margaery could have been cast into oblivion. Yet, at the critical moment, the situation had taken an unexpected turn.

“Do you have any idea who might be behind this?” Callum asked, his gaze piercing.

“I can’t say for certain. Everyone seems to be keeping their lips sealed; no one has dared to mention it,” Tessa replied, sensing a growing distance between her and the Wallen family.

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