Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 170

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

**Chapter 170**

Wayne set out on a mission to locate Margaery.

He approached her room, his voice carefully measured as he spoke through the closed window. “Lady Margaery, perhaps it would be wise for you to rest. His Highness has departed from the palace but is expected to make a stop at the Eastern Palace. He will likely come to see you later.”

Margaery perched herself by the window, her heart racing with anxiety.

How could she even contemplate sleep?

Tonight’s events had shaken her to her core, leaving her mind swirling with uncertainty about what lay ahead.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, a panicked shout pierced the night air from outside, “What’s happening? Why is there a fire over there?”

The inn erupted into a frenzy.

Margaery’s heart leapt in alarm. She flung open the door and inquired, “A fire? Where is it?”

Peering into the distance, she spotted flames licking the sky, dancing ominously in the direction of Springcourt House.

Stunned, she gasped, “How could it be Springcourt House? Isn’t that Prince Callum’s establishment?”

The guests around her buzzed with a mix of disbelief and excitement.

“How could Springcourt House catch fire? This is utterly bizarre. Do you think someone got drunk and accidentally ignited it?”

Springcourt House was notorious, a place that transformed from a lively tavern during the day into a den of indulgence by night. Only Margaery was privy to the deeper, darker secrets hidden within its walls.

She recalled how Callum had a clandestine affair with Tessa there, a connection that now seemed perilously close to unraveling.

Moreover, Tessa was not merely seeking revenge; she had ties to Frosthelm that could spell disaster for everyone involved.

In her past life, Margaery had learned of these intricacies only three years later, knowledge that ultimately cost her dearly.

Now, she found it unfathomable that such chaos could erupt at Springcourt House so soon.

“Solon, go investigate what’s happening!”

Margaery felt a mix of confusion and dread as she glanced at Wayne, who nodded in silent understanding before departing.

His master had given him specific instructions to monitor the movements around both Callum’s residence and Marcus’s estate.

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**Chapter 170**

The blaze at Springcourt House was, in fact, anticipated by Wayne.

The whispers of treachery at Springcourt House had reached the King through Stormshade Hall, prompting him to order Callum to take action. There was a subtle intention behind it, a calculated move to pit allies against each other.

In the distance, flames consumed Springcourt House, while a shadowy figure slipped through a concealed exit, desperate to escape the inferno.

Inside the pitch-black confines of the secret passage, Callum held a flickering torch, his expression a tumultuous mix of emotions. “It is not my desire to harm you. It is the King’s command that I must fulfill,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.

His gaze fell upon Sonia, filled with reluctance and sorrow. “Meeting the King will only lead to your demise.”

Sonia’s eyes widened in fear as she grasped his sleeve with a trembling hand. “What will happen to our child, Cody? What fate awaits him?”

In that moment, the weight of her impending doom settled upon her.

She had devoted five years to Callum, who had shown her kindness, yet she understood that this kindness would not extend to risking his own safety for her. Her only concern now was for their child.

Callum closed his eyes momentarily, his voice cracking as he spoke. “I will ensure he is well cared for. He will be my adopted son from this day forward.”

But he would never be Callum’s biological child.

Sonia’s heart shattered at the thought, but she realized there was no other option left.

With a heavy heart, Callum offered her a dagger. “You must do it yourself. Only then will Father remain oblivious.”

Sonia felt as though her heart was being wrenched from her chest, yet she took the dagger in her trembling hands.

With tears streaming down her face, she closed her eyes, raised the dagger high, and plunged it deep into her heart.

Blood filled her mouth as she crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Callum’s expression was grim as he exited the secret passage, his voice firm as he commanded, “Seal all exits and search this hall! Not a single soul is to escape!”

With a thunderous rush, the Imperial Guards surrounded Springcourt House, ready to capture anyone who dared to flee.

Those who should have escaped had already done so, leaving only the unfortunate souls who would serve as scapegoats, swiftly apprehended by the guards.

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**Chapter 170**

Not far from the chaos, Tessa finally managed to slip away from the inferno. She had intended to reach Springcourt House, but upon witnessing the raging flames, she felt a wave of shock wash over her. “What… What has happened?”

The once vibrant Springcourt House was now engulfed in fire.

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