Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 147

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 147**

Margaery stood before the imposing Hadley family gate, her heart a tumult of emotions. “Cause and effect,” she murmured to herself, “this is the purpose of my visit today.” The weight of her past loomed heavily over her, a reminder that today’s actions were but a reckoning of a life long lost.

Nolan, standing beside her, stiffened momentarily, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. After a brief pause, he nodded slowly, as if coming to a resolution within himself. “A clear mind is all that matters,” he said, his voice steady. “The prescription is a good thing, and I will not refuse it. If someone is cured by this formula in the future, it will be thanks to your kindness.”

With a respectful nod, Margaery acknowledged his words and took her leave, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Once Nolan had departed, Margaery turned to Dashnell, her expression shifting to one of concern. “I caused trouble for you today, Dashnell,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

What had begun as a simple act of tearing up the marriage contract had spiraled into chaos. Who could have anticipated Marcus’s involvement? In the end, it was Dashnell who found himself ensnared in the web of complications. A pang of guilt washed over Margaery; she felt responsible for the turmoil that had unfolded.

Dashnell regarded her with a look of distress, his brow furrowed as he processed the situation. Unable to restrain himself, he took her hand gently in his, warmth radiating from his touch. “Margaery, I love you,” he confessed, his voice low and sincere. “In such circumstances, I ought to step forward. As long as you do not find me presumptuous, I am already most fortunate.”

He couldn’t help but think about the fear that must have gripped her heart, a young girl facing such overwhelming and unjust power. No wonder she had met a tragic end in her previous life. But this time, he vowed silently, he would not allow history to repeat itself. “As long as you do not reject me, I will always stand behind you,” he promised, determination etched in his features.

Margaery’s smile was genuine, and her heart swelled with gratitude. “Your Highness, I am blessed. To have your protection is a joy beyond measure.”

A wave of bittersweet emotion surged within her, and tears shimmered in her eyes, making them appear like pools of light.

“That’s good. Let me escort you back,” Dashnell said, his lips curling into a reassuring smile. He boarded the carriage first and then extended his hand to her. “Margaery, come up.”

With a nod, she accepted his help and climbed into the carriage. As they settled in, Dashnell continued, “With today’s commotion from the Hadley family, the court will be in turmoil. Judging by the Chancellor’s attitude, if you wish to leave the Wallen family, it may be quite troublesome. He most likely will not let you go.”

“Give me some time. I will find a way,” he added, his voice filled with resolve.

Margaery nodded, her expression thoughtful. “I know this will not be easy,” she replied, her mind racing with the implications of their situation.

The Eastvale Empire was a realm governed by filial piety. As long as Raul remained unwilling, her escape from the Wallen family was an impossibility. Even Aven, the King, could not issue an edict to sever the bond between a minister and his daughter without courting public outcry.

Margaery’s heart ached with the hope that today’s events had thoroughly offended both the father and son of the Wallen family. If only she could be cast out, that would be an ideal resolution. But if Raul continued to refuse her freedom, the consequences would be dire.

Dashnell, ever perceptive to her inner turmoil, added, “But after this, the Chancellor will no longer be able to decide your marriage. That is at least one good thing.”

“Your Highness,” Margaery said, her brow furrowing with concern for him. “You stood up for me today. Will this cause you any trouble?”

In her past life, she had been blissfully ignorant of the intricate court dynamics, but she now understood that the struggle among the princes for succession was fraught with peril. A single misstep could lead to ruin—she had heard the whispers, the rumors that swirled like a storm around the court.

“I am not afraid of trouble,” Dashnell replied, his voice firm as he gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, encouraging her to relax. “I can handle the matters of the court.”

In his previous life, he had concealed his abilities, never anticipating that a simple outing would spiral into disaster. Now, with the wisdom of experience, he understood the importance of seizing the moment. Today had merely scratched the surface of the brewing conflict. The other princes would not let the matter rest, and the King would undoubtedly probe deeper. But this time, Dashnell resolved not to retreat, not even a single step. He would protect Margaery at all costs, even if it meant facing the bloody turmoil that lay ahead.

Margaery felt a question bubble up within her—when had he first fallen for her? Just as she was about to voice it, a figure abruptly appeared, blocking the carriage’s path. “Your Highness, His Majesty urgently summons you to the palace!”

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