Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 56

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**Chapter 56: The Truth**

Raul found himself genuinely appreciating Margaery’s words. There was a spark of satisfaction in his heart as he listened to her, a flicker of hope that perhaps they could find common ground.

Yet, at that very moment, her voice felt like a distant echo, cold and stripped of any warmth that might have made their conversation feel more intimate.

He had to come to terms with the reality of their situation. There was nothing more he could demand of her; his only wish now was that she would see the marriage through, as they had all agreed.

With a determined tone, Raul declared, “The wedding invitations have already been dispatched this evening. Every household in Sinderin City has received one. Anyone of significance will be in attendance. You are my daughter, and I intend to give you the grandest wedding imaginable.”

Margaery lifted her gaze to meet his, a swirl of thoughts racing through her mind. *If Tessa weren’t also getting married, would he still be going to such lengths for me?*

But at this juncture, such musings felt futile.

The guests would arrive, bringing lavish gifts for Tessa, while Margaery herself felt indifferent to the entire affair. She didn’t need any of it.

With a resigned nod, she replied, “Whatever you decide, Father.”

Raul’s brow creased slightly as he pressed on, “Do you have any other requests for the wedding?”

“Yes, I do,” Margaery responded, her voice steady.

She looked up at him, her expression firm. “Father, I won’t contest Tessa for anything else, but I want everything that Mother left behind. You promised me it would all be mine.”

In her mind, Margaery thought, *Tessa is not my true sister. She has no claim to my mother’s possessions. And as for the rest of the Wallen family, if they hold Tessa in such high regard, they can relish their perfect family life without me.*

Raul nodded, his expression softening. “I will ensure your mother’s belongings are sent to you shortly.”

“Thank you, Father,” she replied, her voice betraying a hint of finality.

It was a moment she knew would linger long in her memory, for it would be the last time she would address him in such a way.

Once the seamstresses had completed taking Margaery’s measurements, one of them turned to Raul, her smile overly sweet. “Lord Chancellor, unless you have any special requests, the dress will be ready in three days.”

Raul nodded, “That’s fine. Once it’s completed, you can collect your payment from the accounting office.”

After the seamstress departed, Raul turned to Margaery, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Margaery, what are your thoughts on Dominic and Prince Dashnell?”

Margaery couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. The idea that Dominic could ever hold a candle to Dashnell was ludicrous.

“There’s really no comparison between the two,” she replied, her tone light yet pointed.

Raul nodded in agreement. “You’re absolutely right. While Prince Dashnell carries royal blood, his crippled legs mean he has no hope of ever claiming the throne. And with his sterility, he cannot produce heirs either.”

He paused, contemplating the implications. “A man who cannot inherit the throne or continue the family line hardly seems worthy of marriage, does he?”

Margaery smiled, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “But haven’t you already decided to marry me off to Dominic? What’s the point of discussing Prince Dashnell now?”

Even if Dashnell had no path to the throne, it didn’t elevate Dominic’s standing, as if he had a legitimate shot at it.

Margaery found Raul’s reasoning to be amusingly flawed.

She subtly hinted that it was time for him to leave. “It’s a busy season. If you have other matters to attend to, please feel free to go. I need to start preparing for my wedding.”

“Alright,” Raul conceded. Though he felt a pang of disappointment at her emotional distance, he couldn’t help but admire her practicality in this moment. “Make sure you get some rest.”

“Good night,” Margaery replied, watching him exit before gently closing the door behind him.

Raul turned back, letting out a weary sigh as he gazed at the dilapidated gate of Gracewind Garden, its weariness mirroring his own before he began to walk away. As he strolled, he encountered Joshua. “Has that vacant house in my quarters been cleared out yet? Tell Margaery to move in as soon as she can. Gracewind Garden is uninhabitable, covered in cobwebs and teetering on the edge of collapse with every gust of wind.”

Joshua, still nursing the bruises from an earlier confrontation, felt a complicated mix of emotions towards Margaery. “It’s ready. If she wishes, she can move in tonight.”