Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 164

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

**Chapter 164**

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Nathaniel stood there, grappling with the weight of the decree that forbade him from any physical contact upon his arrival. The implications were lost on him, but the overwhelming joy of being granted a union with the illustrious Star of Fortune was a beacon of his father’s affection and support. This marriage was not merely a personal bond; it was a symbol of his standing within the realm, a testament to his place in the royal hierarchy.

His heart swelled with happiness, a rare feeling in a life often shadowed by loss. His mother had left this world too soon, and his younger sister, raised alongside Alicia, had forged a bond with Marcus that Nathaniel could only observe from a distance. As her elder brother, he had always felt a chasm between them, an emotional disconnect that left him feeling more like a guardian than a sibling. Now, the King had become his sole anchor in this turbulent sea of familial bonds.

With tears shimmering in his eyes, Nathaniel stepped outside, his knees hitting the ground as he accepted the imperial edict. “I accept the imperial edict,” he declared, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions within him.

“By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Here is the Lady of Glowsend, the Star of Fortune, a match made in heaven with the Crown Prince of our dynasty. A special marriage is granted, to be completed on New Year’s Day!” The proclamation echoed in his ears, filling him with a sense of destiny.

“I accept the imperial edict,” he repeated, rising with the official document clutched tightly in his hands, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. “Please convey my gratitude to His Majesty,” he requested, his voice tinged with reverence.

Warren, standing beside him, nodded, but his expression was anything but warm. There was a distance in his gaze, a flicker of something unspoken that Nathaniel couldn’t quite place.

“Prince Nathaniel, please return. I must visit the Wallen family,” Warren instructed, his tone brisk and dismissive.

Nathaniel, still holding the precious edict, turned away with purpose. “Prepare to welcome the Crown Princess starting tomorrow!” he ordered, a newfound determination coursing through him.

Warren shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips as he departed to find Margaery. It was no secret that Nathaniel was not the King’s favored son, a fact that lingered like a shadow over his joy.

But the King was in his prime, a ruler who understood the nuances of power. Some matters took time to unfold, and some people needed patience. Impatience, after all, was a fool’s companion.

*****

The Wallen family home was steeped in tension.

Joshua had just finished wrapping his wound and was seated beside Clyde, who was waiting anxiously for Raul’s return. The atmosphere was thick with worry.

Tessa knelt beside Clyde’s bed, her hands trembling as she changed his bandages. “Joshua, Clyde, both of you are hurt. Russell and Avery have already left, and Andrew hasn’t returned yet. The New Year is fast approaching. What are we going to do?” Her voice quivered, tears threatening to spill over.

“If I had foreseen this calamity, I would have stayed away,” Joshua lamented, a heavy weight settling in his chest. “Perhaps my absence would have spared this family from turmoil. It’s all my fault…”

Clyde, sensing Tessa’s distress, frowned. “Why are you crying?” he asked, irritation lacing his tone. The sight of her tears only fueled his anger towards Margaery.

“The chaos Margaery has caused is not your doing. If you ask me, Father should publicly sever ties with her. Our Wallen family should not be associated with such a daughter,” Clyde asserted, his voice rising with indignation.

He was well aware of the disgrace that Margaery had brought upon their family. The shocking events at the party had left him utterly astounded, and he longed to confront her, to deliver a few well-deserved slaps. But his injuries rendered him immobile, leaving him to simmer in his frustration.

Clyde’s fury boiled over when he heard Tessa attempting to shift the blame onto him. “How dare you?” he seethed, feeling as though his wounds might burst from the intensity of his rage.

Tessa, sensing his agitation, felt a twisted satisfaction. “You know, Margaery was raised in the Chancellor’s estate. Perhaps Father is too soft-hearted to admit it, but deep down, he still cares for her,” she said, her voice dripping with malice.

“That’s how parents are. Even when their children bring ruin upon the family, they find a way to forgive…” Her words were designed to provoke him, to drive him to the brink of madness.

In her mind, she envisioned the Chancellor’s estate severing all ties with Margaery, and she fantasized about silencing her for good. Once Margaery and Russell were out of the picture…

Tessa’s cold laugh echoed in her thoughts.

She could almost see the Wallen family, who had once trusted and protected her, facing execution for treason and collusion. The day would come when she would emerge unscathed, transformed into someone powerful.

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