Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 154

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

**Chapter 154**

“Thank you,” Margaery expressed with a soft smile, her voice barely rising above a whisper.

With a graceful turn, Margaery raised her hands in a salute, a gesture filled with both respect and warmth.

Adam mirrored her gesture, a fleeting smile crossing his lips before he swiftly turned to leave.

Margaery’s gaze lingered on him as he walked away, the weight of their unspoken words hanging in the air. She then joined Wayne and Amber, and together they made their way to the inn, the evening sky casting a golden hue over their path.

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Meanwhile, in a different corner of the kingdom, Tessa was anxiously awaiting Callum’s arrival.

When he finally stepped into Springcourt House, he was cloaked in a disguise, his face shadowed by a frown that hinted at the urgency of his visit. As he settled into a chair across from her, he couldn’t help but voice his concern. “Dressed like this, aren’t you worried about being discovered?”

His irritation simmered just beneath the surface; he had rushed here with a critical mission in mind.

Tessa, sensing the gravity of the moment, knelt before him, her heart racing. “There was no time, no chance to prepare,” she replied earnestly. “I only managed to slip away under the pretense of seeking a doctor for Raul. He’s nearly calmed now; you needn’t worry, Your Highness.”

Callum nodded, his brow furrowing as he pressed on, “When will you be able to access Raul’s Study?”

The importance of that task weighed heavily on both their shoulders.

“I assure you, ten days at most,” Tessa replied confidently, her determination shining through. “I will retrieve what you desire, Your Highness! As for the handwriting, I have samples to practice with. Just give me a little time, and I’ll perfect it.”

As she spoke, her gaze met his, and her voice trembled with a confession. “Your Highness, the child I carry is yours.”

Tears began to well in her eyes as she recalled that fateful morning a month ago when she had come to Springcourt House, filled with hope and longing, and had shared a moment with him that changed everything.

Callum’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her, the weight of her revelation settling heavily in the air between them.

He understood her intentions, and despite the potential truth of her words, a sense of disgust twisted in his stomach. Yet, he couldn’t deny that Tessa was a valuable asset at that moment. She had successfully maneuvered the factions of Marcus, the Star of Fortune, and the Chancellor’s estate into conflict, a feat that would serve his purposes.

Though the path to his goals was not as straightforward as he had envisioned, he found solace in the fact that he had managed to orchestrate this chaos.

With a sigh, he leaned closer, trying to soften the tension. “Do not worry, Tessa. Focus on delivering the child safely, and I will ensure he is raised well. When the time is right, I will bring you to my side.”

He bent down, lifting her gently from the ground and enveloping her in his embrace, a moment of tenderness amidst the storm of their circumstances.

“Tessa, you hold a place in my heart,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead and eyes. “But these circumstances are delicate, and I cannot openly acknowledge you now. Please, do not take it to heart.”

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, seeking comfort in his presence. But just as quickly, Callum pulled away, the urgency of his duties pressing upon him. “The King has summoned me. I cannot afford any delays. You must hurry back; I need to enter the palace immediately.”

With those words, he left her behind, hastening away from Springcourt House, leaving Tessa in a whirlwind of emotions.

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Night descended quietly over the kingdom.

Outside the Imperial Study, Dashnell, Nathaniel, Marcus, and Alicia stood in anxious silence, their breaths visible in the cold air. The King had yet to open the door, and their patience was wearing thin.

When they inquired with the chief eunuch, he merely shrugged, stating that the King was preoccupied and instructed them to wait.

“We’ve been waiting for an hour, and still, no sign of the King,” Marcus muttered, his brow furrowing in frustration. He instinctively glanced at Alicia, seeking her insight. “What does it mean that he summoned us but refuses to see us?”

Among the group, Marcus was the most unsettled. Today, by insisting on marrying Margaery, he had openly declared his ambition to claim the throne, a bold move that could not be taken lightly.

The King, at only forty-seven, was still robust and full of life, capable of riding across the hunting grounds with ease. Under normal circumstances, he could hold the throne for another decade or even two.

In this tense atmosphere, there was no room for any prince’s reckless ambitions, even if they were all his sons. Each one of them, as they matured, posed a potential threat to the King’s reign, and he was wary of their growing power.

Alicia’s anxiety mirrored Marcus’s own.

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