Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 127

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 127**

A sense of discomfort washed over Margaery as she observed the room’s dynamics shift. Suddenly, Dushnell propelled his wheelchair forward, effectively obstructing Callum’s view of her. Margaery’s lips formed a slight smile, a reflexive response as she tried to find solace in the moment.

Callum’s brow furrowed, and he shot a pointed look at Dushnell before turning his gaze to Tessa. He had taken measures to ensure that Tessa was under surveillance. It was no secret that Tessa had been secretly confiding in Halle, plotting to undermine the engagement between Margaery and Dominic without Callum’s knowledge. Just that morning, he had been alerted to her scheming.

The stakes were high. If Dushnell failed to sever the ties between the Wallen and Hadley families today, he would inevitably fall victim to Teva’s ambitions.

Callum’s thoughts spiraled as he clenched his cup tightly, his fingers white with tension. No matter what fate awaited Margaery, she must not align herself with Marcus’s faction. The thought echoed ominously in his mind.

Just then, a jubilant clamor erupted from outside the room. A maid from the Hadley household called out cheerfully, “Lady Sophia! Lady Alicia and Prince Marcus have arrived!”

“Quick, invite them in!” someone urged, and the atmosphere in the room instantly transformed. The faces of the Hadley family brightened with anticipation and joy.

Finally, their allies had arrived, and the pressure exerted by Dushnell and Callum began to lift. Margaery felt a wave of relief wash over her; just moments ago, the tension had felt suffocating.

As the Hadley family prepared to welcome their guests, Margaery rose to her feet, her heart racing. “Lady Alicia, Prince Marcus,” she greeted, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.

Alicia’s gaze settled on Margaery, and for a moment, she scrutinized her closely. Margaery was still youthful, not yet fully blossomed into the woman she would become. Today, she wore simple attire that did little to showcase her beauty, yet upon closer inspection, her features were strikingly perfect. With a touch of care, or perhaps just time to heal from her injuries, she could transform into a breathtaking vision.

Alicia’s mind drifted to a poignant thought—if Margaery were to be adorned in extravagant garments, she would bear an uncanny resemblance to the late queen. The memory of the queen, who had received her title posthumously, lingered in the air like a ghost, overshadowing all else. Even with just her portrait hanging in the grand halls of Gewoehall Palace, the late queen had captured a significant piece of the King’s heart.

And as for the other half? That belonged to Lady Serena, Alicia mused.

Her pupils narrowed slightly as she contemplated the implications. “I’ve heard whispers that the eldest Lady Margaery is unparalleled in beauty,” Alicia remarked, her voice laced with intrigue. “I must say, seeing you in person is even more astonishing than I anticipated.”

What will the King think when he sees her? she wondered, a mix of curiosity and strategy swirling in her mind.

As Alicia continued speaking, her gaze flickered to Dominic, a hint of envy creeping into her thoughts. “Dominic, you are truly fortunate,” she stated, a smile gracing her lips but her eyes betraying a hint of calculation.

But her attention soon shifted back to Dushnell. He had set his sights on Margaery, and if the King were to discover that Margaery was linked to the childhood sweetheart of the late queen, what chaos might ensue between father and son?

What will happen when Margaery and the King enter the palace together one day? Alicia pondered, her mind racing with various strategies to navigate the situation.

A sly smile curled at the corners of her mouth as she entertained the possibilities. Just then, she noticed Nathaniel and Estelle observing her with curiosity, their expressions revealing nothing.

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