Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 134

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 134**

Joshua found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, his anxiety mounting with each passing moment. The weight of his internal struggle was palpable, a heavy shroud that threatened to suffocate him. Meanwhile, Dominic was drenched in a cold sweat, a clear sign of his turmoil. He knew that the only way to clarify the situation was to confront the truth, yet the words felt like lead in his throat.

To admit his part in the betrayal would mean validating everything Margaery had accused him of, confirming that he was indeed the reason she had severed their engagement. The thought of uttering those damning words paralyzed him, leaving him in a state of despair.

In the midst of Dominic’s conflict, Raul had completely lost his composure. In a fit of rage, he struck Margaery across the face. “How dare you tarnish your sister’s reputation!” he shouted, his voice echoing with indignation.

The accusation was utterly unfounded, yet Raul felt an urgent need to dominate Margaery, to quash any potential escalation of this volatile situation. But just as his hand fell, Dashnell intervened, drawing his sword with a swift motion and pressing the cold steel against Raul’s throat. “Even I would not dare to lay a hand on her. Chancellor, are you attempting to incite rebellion?”

His voice, though soft, carried a weight of authority that was unmistakable. The chill of the blade against Raul’s skin sent a jolt of fear coursing through him, and he could feel the warm trickle of blood as it began to seep from the wound.

Raul found himself immobilized, his face drained of color as the reality of his predicament set in. He glared at Margaery, his eyes burning with a desire to tear her apart, but he was forced to reconsider his approach.

“Margaery, you must understand that Tessa is still unmarried. As her elder sister, you should recognize the impact of your words on her!” Raul’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and desperation. “I know you carry the title of the Star of Fortune, and I would never harm you. But is this how a Star of Fortune should behave? If someone’s heart is so filled with malice, can she truly be called the Star of Fortune?”

His insinuation hung heavy in the air, suggesting that perhaps Margaery was not deserving of her title after all. “When the High Priest declared you the Star of Fortune, did he foresee you acting in such a cruel manner? If word of your behavior were to spread, what would the common folk think? To them, a Star of Fortune should embody virtue, like pure water…”

Raul’s eyes glinted with a trace of malice as he contemplated how far Dashnell would go to shield Margaery. If the title of Star of Fortune were stripped from her, she would lose her shield, and no one would stand up for her.

“Why does the Chancellor so easily label me as malicious?” Margaery retorted, her sneer directed at Tessa. “You’re not a physician, so how can you claim to know whether Tessa is with child? If you’re unsure, why do you accuse me of framing her?”

“If she truly is pregnant, then I am merely stating the facts. Is it not Tessa herself who has brought this shame upon her family? Perhaps you should ask her why an unmarried woman would find herself in a man’s bed?”

Her words resonated with the crowd, gaining traction as they murmured in agreement. “Exactly! The Chancellor has no medical training. Besides, men and women are different. Lady Tessa is of age; whatever transpires in her Sunbeam Court is not necessarily known to the Chancellor, who does not reside with her.”

Bernard couldn’t help but chuckle at the unfolding drama. “If the Chancellor believes Margaery is in the wrong, why not summon a physician to check her pulse? All this bickering makes it seem like a mere shrew squabbling in the streets.”

He sighed theatrically, shaking his head. “Every time I witness the antics of our court’s senior officials, I feel a pang of sympathy for the King. They seem utterly indifferent to the importance of evidence. How can they possibly manage state affairs? Perhaps, Lord Chancellor, it would be wise for you to retire to your hometown?” Bernard’s gaze flicked to Raul, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You!” Raul’s face was a mask of fury, his eyes wide with disbelief as he glared at Bernard, his pupils quivering with suppressed rage.

Bernard appeared unfazed, exuding an air of nonchalance. With his father being the King’s sworn brother and wielding considerable military influence, he felt no fear. Furthermore, Dashnell stood firmly behind him, a stalwart protector in the storm.

“Indeed, Lord Chancellor, why not call upon the imperial physician? If Tessa is not pregnant, I will take my own life to atone for my error!”

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