Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 19

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**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 19**

Avery’s heart raced as he paced the dimly lit room of the Royal Medical Hall, his anxiety palpable. “She went to the Royal Medical Hall and said I stole her recipe. She even got Prince Dashnell to back her up. Now, Nolan plans to report this to the King, forcing me to resign within a month so no one loses face,” he explained, his voice trembling with fear.

“Joshua, what should I do?” The desperation in his tone was unmistakable, and he looked at Joshua, his eyes wide and bloodshot, reflecting the turmoil within him.

Joshua felt a wave of sympathy wash over him as he watched his friend. Avery’s future hung precariously in the balance. If he were to leave the Royal Medical Hall, the dream of establishing a respectable career would slip through his fingers, leaving him with only the option of running a humble clinic on the outskirts of town. For someone like Avery, the son of the Chancellor, that was an inconceivable fate.

“No, I can’t accept this! I won’t!” Avery’s voice rose, filled with indignation.

Joshua’s expression shifted to one of disbelief, his brow furrowing. “What? Doctor Fischer wants you to resign? And Prince Dashnell is backing her? How did she even get close to him?”

“I don’t know! Who knows when she started cozying up to him?!” Avery’s voice cracked, and the frustration bubbled over, mixing tears and snot into what felt like a chaotic concoction of despair.

“Joshua, I can’t leave the Royal Medical Hall. You and Dad need to pull me back from this cliff! Otherwise, I’ll be a laughingstock in Sinderin. I’ll be roadkill—done for!” The weight of humiliation pressed down on him like a heavy shroud.

Joshua took a moment to absorb the gravity of the situation. A throbbing headache began to form as he contemplated their next steps. “If Prince Dashnell hadn’t gotten involved, I could have made a case for you before the King. It might have worked. But now… things have become so complicated.” The influence of the prince loomed large, overshadowing their family’s standing.

“This requires careful thought,” he finally said, gesturing toward a chair across from him. “Sit down while I think this through.”

Avery, however, was too agitated to comply. Anger surged through him, and the memory of his recent humiliation ignited a fire in his cheeks. He felt like a cornered animal, desperate and furious.

Eventually, he slumped into a chair, his posture a mix of defeat and fury. “If all else fails, just ask Father to send me away—anywhere! Frosthelm, Emberfall, it doesn’t matter! I can’t bear the thought of being mocked every single day in Sinderin!”

His usually pale, scholarly face was now flushed with rage, the veins in his neck standing out starkly.

“I understand how you feel,” Joshua said gently, trying to soothe his friend. “But rushing into things won’t solve anything.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “Think about it—the King already has his doubts about our family. He uses my shifts as an excuse to keep us at arm’s length. Right now, he’s itching for an opportunity to strike at the Wallen family. With you causing this uproar, it’s like handing him a platter with our father’s face on it, ready for him to slap.”

Avery felt the weight of Joshua’s words. “This is like a chain reaction; it’s not simple. How could my pleading with Father make any difference?”

He couldn’t help but voice his frustration, “You guys really messed up by letting Margaery run wild in the palace!”

“That’s unexpected!” Joshua exclaimed, raising an eyebrow. “You feel wronged? What about me? Wasn’t it because of Prince Dashnell?”

Avery’s mind raced. “You know who Prince Dashnell is, right? Who would have thought Margaery would get involved with him?”

Suddenly, a realization hit him. “Last night, Prince Dashnell bumped into Margaery at the door and gave her a warming gemstone. I thought he was just being playful, but then he showed up again today.”

He looked at Joshua, a new thought forming. “Do you think he has feelings for Margaery?”

Joshua let out a derisive snort. “If you think he’s looking for an excuse to meddle with our family, I’d agree. But feelings for Margaery? You must be joking. Have you seen her? Does she even deserve someone like Prince Dashnell? Even with his disabilities, he’s still the prized gem of the King and Queen Mother!”

“Just the other day, Her Majesty mentioned selecting a virtuous, gentle, and capable young woman from the families of high-ranking officials to be Prince Dashnell’s consort—someone to tend to his daily needs. Now look at Margaery. Does she strike you as someone who could handle that responsibility?”