Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 130

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

In the depths of his heart, a flicker of hope ignited within Dominic. He yearned for Margaery’s gift to outshine all others in attendance, to be the crowning moment of the celebration. He envisioned himself standing tall, with pride swelling in his chest as the whispers of admiration surrounded him.

Margaery, the daughter of a prominent minister, had always been the center of attention. Today, however, the spotlight had shifted to her, especially after Dominic’s public declaration of their engagement. The gifts from the princes were expected to be unveiled last, while Alicia’s presentation was scheduled even later. But now, all eyes were on Margaery, and he could feel the weight of anticipation pressing down on her.

“I wonder what Lady Margaery has in store for Lady Sophia,” one voice chimed in, full of curiosity. “If it’s something lackluster, she’ll be embarrassed; but if it’s impressive, what could it possibly be?”

“Exactly,” another voice added, agreement lacing their tone. “The gifts from noble families and royalty are bound to be exceptional. The Wallen family’s offering was already showcased by the Chancellor—a gem of immeasurable worth. If Margaery presents something, it must be of her own making.”

“Could it be an embroidery? That would certainly echo Lady Tessa’s style,” someone speculated, their tone dripping with skepticism.

“But aside from that, I haven’t heard of any other skills she possesses,” came the dismissive reply.

Amidst the lively chatter, Dominic couldn’t resist the urge to boast, “Margaery has put a great deal of thought into her gift for Grandmother. It’s certainly not just an embroidery!” His pride was palpable, and he eagerly cast a glance at Margaery, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Margaery, please, unveil your gift!”

“Yes, Margaery! I’ve heard so much about your present for me. Don’t keep us waiting any longer!” Sophia chimed in, her voice warm yet laced with an undercurrent of impatience, a smile gracing her lips.

Yvette leaned closer to Sophia, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she whispered, “No one expects anything remarkable from her; as long as it’s passable, that should suffice.”

The two women exchanged knowing glances, their thoughts intertwined in disdain. Sophia let out a soft snort, her amusement barely contained. “Expecting her to present something noteworthy? It’s all just a facade, empty gestures meant to impress.”

Deep down, she harbored a strong dislike for Margaery. Though not yet wed, Margaery already had a cadre of admirers circling her like moths to a flame. If she were to join their family, the uncertainty of her future offspring loomed large. A woman with such a reputation could hardly provide anything pure, regardless of what she offered.

Joshua, feeling the tension in the air, urged, “Margaery, everyone is watching. It’s your moment to extend your birthday wishes.” His eyes flickered momentarily to Dashnell, seeking his support.

Dashnell managed a smile, but beneath it lay a current of anxiety. He was acutely aware that Margaery had intended to break off their engagement, yet with the crowd’s scrutiny weighing heavily upon her, he feared she might falter. With only him and Bernard standing by her side, he worried she might hesitate at the last moment.

His hand rested casually on the armrest of his wheelchair, but it was slick with perspiration. If Margaery chose to present a gift instead of severing their bond, the wedding would be sealed within three days, witnessed by all. To prevent that, he would have no choice but to resort to drastic measures.

The tension radiating from Dashnell was so intense that even Margaery could feel it. She cast a fleeting glance in his direction, inhaled deeply to steady her nerves, and stepped forward, determination coursing through her veins.

There was no turning back now. She couldn’t betray the kindness of the person who had supported her unconditionally.

With the eyes of the gathering fixed upon her, Margaery rose slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. She retrieved a marriage contract from her sleeve, unfolded it with trembling hands, and began to read aloud, her voice steady despite the chaos around her.

“On this day, Dominic Hadley and Margaery Wallen, childhood companions of innocence and virtue, are united in a bond long foretold by the Hadley and Wallen families, who share in each other’s joys and sorrows. Through the matchmaker’s words, this union has been arranged as one of mutual respect and harmony.”

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