Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 156

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

“Callum, if your anxiety is so overwhelming, why don’t you just step inside and have a word with Father?” Dashnell suggested, his voice calm yet laced with an underlying tension.

Callum shot him a quick glance, his expression tightening as unspoken words hung in the air between them. The weight of the conversation pressed down on him, leaving him no choice but to abandon the topic altogether.

Dashnell’s gaze drifted toward the imposing black doors ahead, but his mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Margaery. The notion of handing over the Dragon Guard to her crossed his mind, yet a deeper concern gnawed at him—how would Father ensure Margaery’s safety?

Meanwhile, Margaery found herself settled into a modest inn. With her finances stretched thin, she occupied a small, unadorned room furnished only with a simple bed and a solitary chair. The starkness of her surroundings felt like a reflection of her current state—stripped of her former life, she was now a vulnerable commoner.

Wayne had offered to assist her in upgrading to a more comfortable room, but she had firmly declined. “Having left the Chancellor’s estate, I am now a helpless common woman. Days like this will likely last a long time, so I must get used to it,” she explained, her voice steady yet tinged with resignation as she met Wayne’s concerned gaze.

“I need your help with something important. Can you check on the Chancellor’s estate and keep an eye on Tessa?” Margaery continued, her brow furrowed in thought. She understood Tessa’s motivations all too well; revenge was a powerful motivator, and she would not give up easily.

Wayne’s surprise was evident. “Lady Margaery, since you’ve distanced yourself from the Chancellor’s estate and have new plans for your future, why do you still concern yourself with their every move?”

“It’s not merely about keeping tabs on them,” Margaery replied, her tone firm. “It’s that the ties are not yet completely severed.” She sighed, a heavy sound that echoed her inner turmoil. “Things are never that straightforward. Whether the Wallen family thrives or crumbles does not concern me. However, given my current predicament, they will certainly not allow me to exist freely and cause chaos. Especially not Tessa. There are forces at play behind her.”

“I do not care how she handles the Wallen family,” she added, her voice lowering as if the mere mention of Tessa could summon trouble. “But it is imperative that I remain unscathed in the process.”

After the upheaval of the day, Margaery knew Tessa would soon find herself pressed for time.

Meanwhile, Marcus was in a state of desperation, and Callum felt the same restlessness gnawing at him. They could not afford to wait three years, as they had in their previous life, before taking action against the Chancellor’s machinations. Tessa’s reaction today had been peculiar, raising alarms in Callum’s mind.

Even if the Wallen family’s father and son duo were oblivious fools, they would eventually catch on. If Tessa intended to achieve her objectives, she needed to act swiftly. Margaery’s priority was to cut all ties with the Wallen family, ensuring a clean break. Otherwise, if the Wallens faced imprisonment, she, as Margaery Wallen, would inevitably be implicated.

The thought of a potential execution of the entire clan sent a chill down her spine. The looming dread was suffocating, yet she kept her concerns to herself. Wayne, while perceptive, grasped only fragments of her worries. However, as Adam had tasked him with looking after Margaery, he felt compelled to fulfill his duty. He clasped his hands together and said, “Lady Margaery, please stay within this room. I will return shortly.”

Margaery nodded, her expression softening slightly at his concern.

Outside, the weather was bitterly cold. Margaery’s wounds had yet to heal fully, and after a day filled with turmoil, she felt utterly exhausted, lacking any desire to venture out. Yet, despite her fatigue, sleep eluded her.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—worrying about Dashnell, contemplating the affairs of the Chancellor’s estate, and grappling with uncertainty regarding the palace’s stance on her situation.

Meanwhile, Wayne departed from the inn, his mission clear.

Tessa, meanwhile, stealthily slipped out of Springcourt House and climbed into the carriage that Halle had parked discreetly behind. With Mark at her side, they set their sights on the Chancellor’s estate.

“Thank you, Mark, for your assistance last time. I trust this time will be no different. If all goes as planned, you’ll receive good news within ten days, and your son will surely gain entry into the Royal Medical Hall,” Tessa said, a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she regarded Mark.

“Mark, when you meet my father later, please ensure you cover for me,” she added, her tone earnest. She had been away from home for far too long.

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