Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 29

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**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 29**

Amber felt utterly adrift in a sea of confusion, yet the sight of Margaery, poised and serene, sparked a flicker of joy within her.

With a bright smile, Amber managed to say, “Even though I can’t grasp a single word you’re saying, Lady Margaery, I must say you’re doing remarkably better than before.”

Amber’s inner thoughts danced with excitement: *What a transformation! The once timid girl who let everyone walk all over her has blossomed into someone strong. I truly admire that.* Her grin widened, radiating warmth.

“Now, go and get some rest,” Margaery advised, her hand gently ruffling Amber’s hair in a sisterly manner.

In the depths of her mind, Margaery reflected, *Today marks Amber’s thirteenth birthday. From this moment onward, she will be like a little sister to me. I vow to protect her with all my strength.*

*****

Meanwhile, on Westview Street, Craig had just stepped through the threshold of his home when he caught sight of Dashnell’s carriage parked ominously at his door. He halted, the air thickening around him. “Prince Dashnell, what brings you here at such an hour?”

“You could have simply informed Adam if there was an issue. Why come here personally?” Craig’s voice bore a mix of confusion and concern.

“There is something I need to discuss,” Dashnell replied, disembarking from the carriage and maneuvering his wheelchair into the courtyard with a grim determination. “You’ve seen Raul, haven’t you?”

The question hung in the air, but the tone of command left no room for doubt.

Craig blinked, his head tilting slightly in curiosity. “You see everything, don’t you? You hardly ever leave your home, yet you know all that’s happening. Do you possess some kind of all-seeing eye?”

At this, Dashnell paused, his silence heavy with unspoken truths. *I don’t have an all-seeing eye,* he thought bitterly. *Everything I know has come at a dreadful cost, the lives of two people weighing heavily on my conscience.*

The darkness of the night cloaked the redness that crept into the corners of his eyes. His voice emerged hoarse and strained. “I have come tonight with two important matters.”

“First, from now on, if anyone inquires about your identity, simply state that you are Prince Dashnell’s master, and Margaery is his junior sister. Second, when I am not present, I need you to protect her.”

Craig halted mid-motion, the flickering flame of the lamp casting shadows on his face. He turned to regard Dashnell, his expression shifting to one of complexity, his tone laden with gravity. “Let me clarify this. You have developed feelings for my disciple, and now she is in danger?”

Dashnell remained silent, his lack of words a heavy affirmation.

Craig lit the lamp, placed a kettle of water on the brazier, and then questioned, “This is new to me. Since when did you start harboring feelings for her?”

“Perhaps it began in a past life,” Dashnell replied, wheeling himself further into the room, his voice tinged with a wistful melancholy.

“Reincarnation? Really? You expect me to believe that?” Craig shot him a skeptical glance, but a chuckle escaped his lips. “Well, I suppose you have good taste in choosing my disciple.”

“Indeed, as long as she cuts ties with the Wallen family, her potential is limitless. I’ve never encountered anyone with such sharp instincts and comprehension as hers.”

Craig’s face brightened with pride. “My skills won’t vanish with me,” he declared, a sense of joy lighting up his features.

Dashnell reached into his pocket and handed Craig a token. “Take this. You might find it useful. I have other matters to attend to,” he said, steering his wheelchair toward the exit.

“Hey, the water isn’t even boiling yet!” Craig called out after him. “In such a hurry—are you heading back to prepare a betrothal gift?”

Dashnell’s back was turned to him as he tossed over his shoulder, “The Chancellor’s estate doesn’t deserve such a gift.”

Stunned, Craig scratched his head, struggling to comprehend. “I can’t argue with that.”

With a heavy sigh, Craig tucked the token into his chest pocket. “Another storm is brewing. Let’s hope this one doesn’t end in chaos.”

Muttering to himself, Craig added, “That old bastard Raul actually went to the Hall of Divinity just to plot against his own daughter. He must have been dropped on his head as a child.”

With that thought echoing in his mind, Craig closed the door and made his way to bed.

On the carriage ride back to Prince Dashnell’s estate, Adam could no longer contain himself. “Prince Dashnell, why not request the King to issue a marriage decree for you?”