Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 166

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

**Chapter 166**

Margaery found herself compelled to kneel, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

A tumult of unease and confusion swelled within her heart, crashing like waves against the shores of her mind. The intricate web of palace affairs eluded her grasp, and she was left bewildered by the King’s sudden alarm this evening.

Acceptance was her only refuge.

Warren’s voice cut through the stillness, reciting the imperial edict that had echoed through the Eastern Palace mere moments ago. His eyes shifted to Margaery, their intensity laden with unspoken implications.

“Lady of Glowsend, this is the imperial edict from the King. I entrust it to your care.”

His gaze lingered on her, and Margaery felt her body tighten, a creeping chill wrapping around her like a shroud.

Each word of the edict struck her like a hammer, leaving her momentarily speechless.

She grasped the meaning behind every phrase.

Yet, together they painted a picture of dread, hopelessness gnawing at her insides.

In the blink of an eye, the King had decreed her marriage to Nathaniel, to be solemnized on New Year’s Day.

In other words, in just over a month, she would step into the Eastern Palace, donning the title of Crown Princess.

But what would become of her and Dashnell?

The King’s decree was as golden as it was unyielding, leaving no room for negotiation or dissent.

Warren’s insistence weighed heavily upon her.

With a resigned heart, she bowed her head, whispering, “Thank you, Chamberlain Warren.”

“Lady of Glowsend, you are far too gracious,” he replied, his scrutiny never wavering.

Finally, unable to hold back, he offered a word of caution. “Lady of Glowsend, I am aware of your close bond with Prince Dashnell, but you must remember your new role as Crown Princess-designate. It is imperative to maintain proper boundaries. Do not complicate matters for either of the princes.”

Margaery felt as though a heavy blow had been dealt to her spirit.

Though her acquaintance with Dashnell was brief, they had traversed trials together, their bond forged in the fires of hardship.

She had even promised him her future hand in marriage.

Now, she was to become his sister-in-law, forced to navigate the treacherous waters of propriety.

Fate, it seemed, played cruel games with people. In the end, her desires were but whispers against the roar of destiny. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she swallowed hard, nodding. “Rest assured, Chamberlain Warren, I understand my limitations.”

At only sixteen, the path ahead stretched long and uncertain before her. There was no need for haste in this moment.

All would have to be set aside until Dashnell returned, a time for them to deliberate and decide their course together.

Warren nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. “You are indeed a wise young lady.”

A sigh escaped his lips, and he continued, “The title of Star of Fortune is a splendid one, yet it casts a shadow that may intimidate those of ordinary standing.”

His tone shifted, growing somber. “However, to wear the crown is to bear its weight. You must embody the essence of this title. From this point onward, the stability of the court, the happiness of the people, and the peace of the realm will hinge upon your actions…

“Your status has irrevocably changed.”

He pondered silently whether such a young girl could truly bear such a monumental responsibility.

Margaery nodded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I understand. Thank you for your guidance.”

As she spoke, she fished a gemstone from her pocket and offered it to him. “I have just returned from the Chancellor’s estate and have nothing more fitting to give you. Please accept this as a humble token of my gratitude, and do not think less of it.”

This gemstone had been a cherished gift from her mother.

There were few like it, each one imbued with memories.

Warren, however, did not accept her offering, pushing it back gently. “Your sense of duty is a gift to me, and to the King and the people.”

His words hung heavily in the air, constricting her chest.

Margaery could only nod in response, her heart a tumult of emotions.

In the end, she remained silent, watching as Warren departed, her gaze drifting into the vastness of the night sky, unable to find solace in sleep or voice her turmoil.

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