Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 115

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**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**

**Chapter 115**

“Firstly,” Dominic began, adopting an exaggeratedly dramatic tone, “we cannot overlook the significance of the Chapel of Wisdom.”

He paused for effect, letting the weight of his words settle in the air. “20 vouchers,” he added, as if presenting a rare treasure.

“As everyone is well aware, the current King hails from the Chapel of Wisdom. The support of this revered institution is what designates the heir to the throne,” he continued, his voice rich with authority.

“Now, it has been made abundantly clear by Norman that the Chapel of Wisdom will be passed down to Margaery. She is to be the successor, and the King is already fully informed about this development.”

“Indeed,” came a murmured response.

Tristan, seated at the table, let out a heavy sigh, the sound echoing in the tense atmosphere that enveloped the room. The air was thick with unspoken fears and apprehensions. Even Alicia and Marcus, who were hidden behind a screen, their faces obscured, could no longer maintain their calm facade; they fidgeted restlessly, their unease palpable.

Dominic, sensing the rising tension, felt a swell of satisfaction. “Secondly,” he continued, “Prince Dashnell and Margaery share two mentors, yet he is barred from claiming the throne. In essence, whoever Margaery chooses to marry will be under Prince Dashnell’s protection. And let’s not forget Morales’s estate.”

He listed these points with the fervor of a merchant revealing his finest wares, as if the very powers he spoke of were his allies, bolstering his confidence within the confines of this household.

Silence fell over the room like a heavy shroud, every individual on edge, caught in the web of their own thoughts.

Finally, it was Alicia, unable to remain hidden any longer, who broke the stillness. “Dominic is absolutely correct. The union between the Hadley family and Margaery must proceed without a hitch, no matter the cost.”

Her voice, though soft, carried the weight of determination. “Not only must the marriage be executed flawlessly, but it must also be grand. Margaery deserves to be treated with the utmost respect. Once she becomes our daughter-in-law and bears children, even if her own interests wane, she will have to think of their future.”

A flicker of hope ignited within her as she continued, “At that point, all these powers will be at our disposal, and we won’t have to fret about our significant endeavors failing.”

Unable to contain her fervor, Alicia stepped out from behind the screen, her eyes locking onto Sophia and Yvette. “Mother, Yvette, do not confine yourselves to the trivialities of our household. Expand your vision. As long as Margaery marries into our family, Dashnell will have no reason to pursue her.”

Both Sophia and Yvette fell into a contemplative silence, their expressions revealing their internal conflict. There was a reluctance to accept a daughter-in-law who would only be a burden, someone to be waited on hand and foot. Such a situation would not bode well for them.

Yet, they both understood the harsh reality: every reign brought its own ministers, and with the princes now grown, the impending death of the King would shift the balance of power. If Marcus did not ascend to the throne and another prince claimed it, the Hadley family would inevitably face decline.

Their support for Marcus was non-negotiable.

Alicia, too, felt the weight of the future pressing down on her. She did not wish to see her son abandoned, nor did she want him to be confined, rendered a mere idle prince, or worse, meet a tragic fate.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to Dominic, curiosity lacing her tone. “Dominic, what did Margaery say? Tomorrow is your grandmother’s birthday celebration. Will she be attending?”

Dominic, acutely aware of the esteem Alicia held for him, felt a rush of pride. This was a sensation he had rarely experienced, and it stirred something deep within him.

As he contemplated this newfound admiration, a sense of elation washed over him. When he finally spoke, his voice took on a sweet, almost boastful quality. “Margaery mentioned that she has prepared a surprise for Grandmother and assured me that she will definitely be present tomorrow.”

To an outsider, it might have seemed as if he and Margaery shared a profound, romantic bond, a picture of harmony painted in vibrant colors.

Marcus, stepping out from behind the screen, fixed Dominic with a penetrating gaze. “And what of Tessa? Given the events that transpired between you and her, it seems you have betrayed Margaery. Does she truly harbor no resentment?”