Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 32

**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 32**

This time, Margaery was resolute—she would never extend her trust to him again.

As they stepped out into the brisk air, Margaery allowed Russell to assist her into the carriage, the chill biting at her skin. She turned back to Amber, her voice firm yet considerate. “Avery has offered to treat me to a meal, so you should wait for me by the restaurant.”

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a silver coin toward Amber, watching as it glinted in the pale light. “It’s quite cold out here. Please, go inside and keep warm.”

“Yes, Lady Margaery,” Amber replied, her voice tinged with eagerness as she accepted the coin and hurried away toward Pero Cela.

Russell, observing the exchange with a furrowed brow, couldn’t suppress his irritation. “What, am I not enough company for you? Why do you need her to wait as well? Am I not worth your time anymore?”

“She’s not like you, Russell,” Margaery replied coolly, casting him a sidelong glance. “Why would you feel threatened by a mere maid?”

In her past life, Russell had been one of the many who had led her to a tragic end, a betrayal that haunted her still. Amber, on the other hand, had been an innocent soul who had suffered because of her. The contrast between them was stark and painful.

Russell huffed, trying to mask his confusion with bravado. “Good to know you recognize your place. I’m your brother; she’s just a servant. I belong to your family, while she is merely an outsider.”

With an air of finality, he added, “I’ll retrieve your charm for you. But when I return it, you had better keep it safe. If you lose it again, I swear I’ll break your legs.”

Margaery turned her head away, noting how Russell’s gaze was fixed awkwardly on the window, clearly struggling with his emotions but refusing to voice them.

A heavy silence settled in the carriage, and Russell, feeling the weight of the quiet, broke it with an unexpected offer. “In a few days, Ryder and Andrew will be back. Do you want me to ask them to bring you anything? I can write to them.”

“No,” Margaery replied, her voice clipped, though she sensed his confusion.

“You’re impossible,” he retorted, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Fine, I understand you don’t like me. I admit I’ve wronged you in the past.”

“But what have Ryder and Andrew ever done to deserve your coldness? Why must you shut them out as well?” His voice rose, unable to contain his indignation.

Margaery turned her gaze to the passing scenery outside, her thoughts swirling. “I’ve enjoyed years of luxury at the Chancellor’s estate. It’s only fitting that I allow Tessa to have all the gifts. Wasn’t that what you suggested before? Just have them send everything to her.”

To Margaery, Ryder and Andrew were no different from the executioners of her past life—people who had played a role in her suffering, and she felt no inclination to accept their offerings.

Russell fell silent, momentarily taken aback by her response. Finally, he snapped, “Fine! If you don’t want it, then you don’t want it.”

Fortunately, the journey to Inkwell Academy was short. Upon arrival, Margaery wasted no time and headed straight for Norman, her heart racing with anticipation.

Russell, not sharing the same courtyard for classes, reluctantly made his way to the neighboring hall after a few reminders from her.

Since the incident at the party, where far too many had witnessed the explosive drama, Margaery’s public apology had spread like wildfire throughout the noble circles.

As she entered the academy, whispers followed her like shadows among the early-arriving noble girls.

“Can you believe she actually came back to Inkwell Academy after all that? If it were me, I’d be too humiliated to face anyone.”

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