Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 175

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 175**

At the grand entrance of the Eastern Palace, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. Nathaniel, with a determined yet solemn expression, personally guided Dashnell toward the imposing main gate. With a respectful salute, he clasped his hands together, a gesture steeped in sincerity.

“Dashnell,” he began, his voice steady, “I promise to take excellent care of Lady Margaery. Please remember the task I have entrusted to you. My mother left this world too soon, and my only sister has turned her affections elsewhere. You are all I have left now, Dashnell.”

The weight of Nathaniel’s words hung in the air, dripping with sentimentality.

“Please, Nathaniel, return safely,” Dashnell replied with a nod, his tone resolute. “I have never gone back on my word.”

“Thank you, Dashnell.” Nathaniel’s face lit up with a genuine smile, a brief flicker of hope amidst the shadows of courtly intrigue.

With Dashnell’s unwavering support, Nathaniel felt a flicker of confidence; he was no longer isolated within the labyrinthine politics of the court.

As Dashnell settled into the carriage, Rowan swiftly appeared at his side, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your Highness, do you genuinely plan to back Prince Nathaniel’s claim to the throne?”

Rowan’s concern was palpable; she sensed that for Margaery’s sake, Dashnell’s sacrifice of his own residence was a heavy price to pay.

In contrast, Dashnell, having been reborn into this tumultuous life, felt a strange calmness. “The political landscape shifts like the winds, Rowan. Just because one has support does not ensure the throne will be theirs. Should I choose not to support him, it matters little. But if I do, it may hasten his demise.”

His gaze drifted toward the distant residences of Marcus and Callium. “They can no longer remain idle.”

Rowan blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback.

After regaining her composure, she continued, “Prince Marcus and Lady Alicia were dispatched by the King to the Hadley family to stand vigil for the spirit, with Chamberlain Oswald ordered to accompany them personally…”

“Is the King reprimanding Marcus, or is there a deeper strategy at play?” Dashnell pondered aloud, a frown creasing his brow.

Rowan’s expression reflected her confusion.

Dashnell scoffed lightly, “With a vigil lasting forty-nine days and someone keeping watch over them, Marcus and Lady Alicia will be rendered powerless for the next fifty days.”

“In fifty days, the court could change dramatically.”

“Callium will seize the opportunity to eliminate Nathaniel,” he stated matter-of-factly.

The shifting winds of the court were like a tempest waiting to be unleashed. Observing from the outside, Dashnell could see the entire game unfold before him.

He narrowed his eyes, turning to the coachman. “Proceed to the inn. I need to find Margaery.”

The carriage rolled toward the inn, the atmosphere growing heavier with each passing moment.

As they neared their destination, Wayne approached, urgency in his step. “Your Highness.”

Dashnell lifted the carriage curtain, peering outside. “What news from the Springcourt House?”

Wayne’s expression was a tangled web of emotions. “Prince Callium launched an attack on the Springcourt House and apprehended a few minor players, but unexpectedly, the King intervened.”

Though veiled in ambiguity, Dashnell grasped the implications. “Father is no fool. He orchestrated Callium’s raid on the Springcourt House, partly as a test and partly as a warning.”

“If Callium behaves and successfully eradicates the Springcourt House, the matter will be considered resolved, and Father will not revisit it.”

“However, if he exploits his position for personal gain…” Dashnell’s voice trailed off, a cold snort escaping his lips as the wind howled around them.

When news of treachery within the Springcourt House reached the King through the Stormshade Hall, he had anticipated Callium’s reaction. Callium had dared to touch the King’s reverse scale.

From this point onward, the King would not extend kindness to him; he would systematically weaken Callium’s faction.

With Callium’s strength diminished, anxiety would take root in his heart.

And in that anxiety, recklessness would surely follow.

Thus, the ensuing events were all but inevitable.

Dashnell squinted toward the imposing structure of the Eastern Palace, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “Father was wise throughout his life, yet he still overestimated the character of my royal brothers.”

If his instincts were correct, Raul would undoubtedly align himself with the Eastern Palace, igniting a confrontation between the Eastern Palace and Marcus’s residence.

Consequently, the one most driven to act against the Eastern Palace would be Marcus himself.

Given Callium’s volatile nature, he would undoubtedly seize the chance to eliminate Nathaniel and frame Marcus, achieving two objectives with a single stroke.

Once both of his elder brothers were out of the way, he could seamlessly step into the role of the heir apparent.

Thus, the engagement between Margaery and Nathaniel…

A laugh escaped Dashnell’s lips, tinged with bitter irony.

This union might not only fail to solidify the Eastern Palace’s position but could also jeopardize Nathaniel’s very life.

In the blink of an eye, the carriage came to a halt beneath the inn.

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