Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 117

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

Amber found herself in a state of confusion, grappling with the weight of twenty vouchers.

Yet, the moment Margaery declared her unwavering trust in Amber, all of her uncertainties dissipated like mist in the morning sun. With a resolute nod, she replied, “I will do as you say, Lady Margaery.”

“Go ahead,” Margaery encouraged, her voice steady and reassuring.

As Amber exited, Margaery turned her attention inward, retrieving the delicate hairpin that Dashnell had gifted her earlier. She carefully adorned her hair with it, a small act that felt monumental in the grand scheme of things. Her eyes flickered to the marriage contract laid out before her, and she settled into the chair at the table, allowing time to stretch around her like a thick fog.

Moments later, Adam entered the room, carrying a tray laden with food. His expression was a mix of concern and something deeper, as he regarded her with a thoughtful gaze.

“Lady Margaery,” he began, his tone laced with care, “your wound hasn’t healed yet. Regardless of your plans for today, your health is paramount. You need to eat and take your medicine.”

As he spoke, he placed the steaming dishes and a small vial of herbal medicine before her, the aroma wafting up and mingling with the air.

Margaery met Adam’s eyes, sensing the weight of his words. “His Highness asked me to relay this,” he added, the unspoken implications hanging heavily between them.

“Alright,” she replied, her heart swelling with a newfound strength as thoughts of Dashnell surged through her mind.

The Chancellor’s estate, the Hadley family, Prince Marcus, and Lady Alicia were indeed a formidable alliance, but this time, she was not facing them alone.

With determination, she consumed every bite of her meal, washed it down with the herbal concoction, and after a moment of contemplation, stood up and addressed Adam. “I’m ready. If anyone arrives, let them in without delay.”

Adam nodded, his expression softening as he stepped out to fulfill her request.

Margaery returned to her bedside, leaning back to immerse herself in a medical book, her mind racing with thoughts of the day ahead.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Joshua entered, his voice breaking the silence. “Adam mentioned you were ready early?”

His gaze fell upon Margaery’s face, and as he recalled Russell’s outburst from the previous night, a frown creased his brow.

He had once believed that Margaery had transformed, adopting a more mature demeanor, displaying a surprising calmness.

But now, he was confronted with the unsettling realization that she had learned to manipulate situations from the shadows, inciting Russell to act out, and challenging him and Raul in the process. She was, as ever, incorrigible, her true nature unchanged.

As these thoughts swirled in his mind, Joshua’s expression darkened further.

Margaery, sensing his scrutiny, cast a sidelong glance at him.

Though she had not witnessed the chaos of the previous night firsthand, Amber’s account had painted a vivid picture in her mind.

She mused, ‘It seems Joshua is once again placing the blame squarely on my shoulders. Whenever chaos erupts in this family, I am always the scapegoat.

Chapter 117

‘I have grown accustomed to this role, and I refuse to play along any longer.’

A sneer crept into Margaery’s thoughts as she discreetly set aside the medical book, her voice steady as she declared, “I’m ready. Shall we depart now?”

The timing of their departure mattered little; all she awaited was the moment to present her carefully chosen birthday gift.

Joshua’s unease was palpable as he studied her for a long moment before speaking again. “It’s not particularly urgent. By the way, did Russell come to see you yesterday afternoon?”

His curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn’t resist probing further.

He anticipated a denial from Margaery, but instead, she let out a cold laugh, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yes, isn’t it absurd? He used to prattle on about how vicious I was. Yet yesterday afternoon, he lost his composure entirely, begging for my forgiveness.”

Margaery raised her gaze to meet Joshua’s, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Joshua, it seems you, Russell, Father, and Dominic have all been acting rather strangely lately. Since when did my forgiveness become so crucial to you all?

“Did pigs sprout wings? Or have you all collectively lost your minds?”

Joshua fell silent, caught off guard by her unexpected outburst.

He found himself the target of her scorn, yet he dared not retaliate. Instead, he furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowing as he studied her intently.

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