Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 148

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 148**

It was almost comical, in a twisted sort of way. Just over ten days prior, Margaery had emerged from her confinement with a singular purpose: to facilitate a reunion between Tessa, Raul, and Joshua. Yet, she had never anticipated that things would devolve into such chaos. The Wallen family had crumbled under the weight of their own misfortunes, and Tessa, once a beacon of strength, had been reduced to a mere shadow of her former self.

Adam stood by, his expression resolute. “If you require anything, just give me the word,” he stated, his voice steady and unwavering.

He had a clear understanding of the dynamics at play. The prince was utterly devoted to Margaery, and his presence in Gracewind Garden signified his unwavering loyalty. He was, without a doubt, her most steadfast ally, prepared to go to any lengths on her behalf.

“Just wait until tomorrow,” Margaery murmured, her thoughts consumed with anticipation. She was anxiously awaiting the return of Raul and Joshua, knowing that their arrival would determine her fate—whether she could finally leave the Chancellor’s estate or remain trapped within its confines.

If she was granted her freedom, she would devise a plan to navigate the tumultuous waters ahead. But if the answer was no, she would have to take matters into her own hands, regardless of the consequences.

As she entered through the grand main gate, her gaze fell upon Amber, whose eyes were puffy and red from tears.

“Lady Margaery, you’re finally back!” Amber exclaimed, her voice a mixture of relief and joy as she rushed toward her.

“Hold on!” Adam interjected, his heart racing at the thought of Amber colliding with Margaery. He stepped forward, instinctively positioning himself between the two.

But Amber appeared fragile, her joy eclipsing her caution.

Unable to physically restrain her, Adam could only watch in helpless anticipation as she propelled herself forward. In her exuberance, she hadn’t anticipated the sudden appearance of someone blocking her path. She leapt into an embrace, exclaiming, “Lady Margaery!” Only to realize, in that instant, that the figure she had clung to was not her mistress but Adam, the guard of Dashnell.

A deep crimson flushed Amber’s cheeks. “Oh! What are you doing?” she stammered, quickly disentangling herself from him.

Adam, equally flustered, replied, “Your lady has injuries. What if you rushed up and exacerbated her wounds?”

Amber’s face softened, her earlier embarrassment replaced by concern. “I was just so thrilled to see Lady Margaery return that I nearly forgot…”

She scratched her head sheepishly, then turned to Margaery, her voice filled with sincerity. “Lady Margaery, I’m just so relieved you’re back. I was terribly worried.”

Margaery felt a warmth swell in her heart at Amber’s genuine affection. In the vastness of the Chancellor’s estate, it was Amber who truly cared for her well-being.

“Didn’t I ask you to search for Master? Why are you back so soon?” Margaery inquired, surprise etching her features as she settled into the room.

Amber pouted, her disappointment evident. “I went to look, but Mr. Eastwick wasn’t there. I waited and waited, but he never returned. I have no idea where he could be.”

Margaery’s heart sank. “He wasn’t there?”

Her mind raced with worry. *Where could he possibly have gone? He promised to teach me about medicine and martial arts. Surely, he hasn’t fallen into danger?*

Craig, while skilled, was not invincible. *If someone were to harm him…*

The events of the day at the Minister’s estate had opened her eyes to the lurking dangers of court life, and the thought of dragging Craig into her troubles filled her with dread.

Turning to Adam, she said earnestly, “Adam, could you… please check on him? I’m genuinely concerned for my master.”

“Of course,” Adam replied, nodding with determination. “I’ll arrange for someone to keep watch over you. His name is Solon Hawke. If anything happens, just call for him.”

In reality, Solon Hawke was merely a guise. He was Wayne Farrell, one of the Thirteen Shades of Stormshade Hall. However, to maintain their secrecy, they could only operate under the pretense of guards at Dashnell’s manor when in Sinderin City.

After stepping outside, Adam summoned Wayne. “I’ve informed Lady Margaery that you are Solon Hawke, a guard of the Prince at Dashnell’s manor. If you need to act, do so discreetly. We mustn’t attract any unwanted attention.”

“This name is dreadful,” Wayne remarked with a hint of disdain, brandishing his sword as he entered Gracewind Garden. He stood tall in the doorway, calling out, “Lady Margaery, if you require anything, just let me know.”

“Thank you,” Margaery replied, her heart swelling with gratitude. She contemplated inviting him inside to warm himself by the fire, but the risk of drawing trouble loomed large, and she ultimately decided against it.

“Get out!”

Sophia was gone, and in the eyes of many, it was Margaery who had driven her to her demise. Tessa was seen as complicit in that tragedy. Seamus’s mind was clouded with rage, thoughts of vengeance swirling within him.

Years of careful planning had crumbled in an instant. With Marcus and Alicia returning to the palace, punishment was inevitable. No one could predict how long it would take to restore their once esteemed position.

If killing weren’t forbidden, Seamus would have eagerly taken Raul’s life.

Raul felt a throbbing pain in his head from the sheer frustration. The Wallen family and the Hadley family had always stood together, sharing both triumphs and tribulations. They had supported Marcus, all the way to this point, united in their ambition to see him on the throne, where endless glory and wealth awaited.

It was precisely this bond that had driven Raul to dedicate himself to Marcus wholeheartedly over the years.

Yet now, everything he had worked for had been obliterated by Margaery in a single day.

Today, the Hadley family had severed all ties with him. Marcus and Alicia must surely harbor resentment toward the Wallen family. The Chancellor’s estate would now have to forge a new path.

Nathaniel was in decline—supporting him would be akin to courting disaster.

Callum and the Chancellor’s estate had always been at odds. Isander and Eldric were still young, and with Marcus, Callum, and Nathaniel in the lead, their chances of claiming the throne were slim.

And then there was the youngest, Prince Dashnell…

The mere thought of Dashnell sent a shiver down Raul’s spine.

Based on the strength he had displayed today, Dashnell was undoubtedly the most formidable among all the princes.

If Dashnell were not crippled, perhaps no one would stand a chance against him.