Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 63

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**

**Chapter 63: Don’t Cry**

“Russell, why do you insist on being so relentless?” Margaery’s eyes flickered toward him for just a moment, before she returned her focus to the pages of her book, seemingly lost in another world.

Outside, the biting wind howled like a mournful spirit, a chilling reminder of the past that would soon dissolve into mere shadows. It dawned on her that soon she would leave the Chancellor’s estate behind, severing all ties with this family that had been both a sanctuary and a prison.

Russell observed her detached demeanor, a knot tightening in his throat as he murmured, “Margaery, I truly wish you could return to how you once were—crying, throwing tantrums, full of life.”

To his surprise, his own eyes began to glisten with unshed tears.

‘So many years have slipped by,’ he thought, grappling with the realization that he hadn’t cried in what felt like a lifetime.

Yet, this moment was different; he could no longer suppress the emotion that threatened to spill over.

It was ironic, he mused, that Margaery’s newfound calmness—the very thing he had longed for—now felt like a bitter loss.

In this silence, the truth crept in, a painful awareness that Margaery had seemingly moved on, her heart no longer tethered to him.

And that was the harsh reality he had to face.

A faint smile graced Margaery’s lips as she replied, “I’ve matured now. Aren’t you pleased for me, Russell?”

Russell’s tears were a shock to her, an unexpected twist that stirred something uncomfortable within. A voice deep inside her whispered, ‘Forgive him. After all, he is the brother of my childhood, my own flesh and blood, someone I once held dear, someone I believed would always stand by me.’

But the memories that surged forth were tainted; they were of him, cold and merciless, casting her—her limbs already broken—into the frigid depths of the pond.

‘No. I can never forgive him,’ Margaery resolutely told herself.

A shimmer of tears threatened to spill from her eyes but vanished just as quickly. “If there’s nothing else you wish to discuss, Russell, you should leave. I have matters to attend to.”

With that, she bowed her head, burying herself in her medical book once more.

Russell lingered in the courtyard, the minutes slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Throughout it all, Margaery never lifted her gaze. She remained seated by the flickering brazier, engrossed in her reading, as if he were nothing more than a fleeting shadow in her life.

A guard approached him, gently guiding him away while murmuring, “Lord Russell, it hasn’t been long since everything transpired. Even if she could find it in her heart to forgive you, it will take time. You should return for now.”

With a heavy heart, Russell retreated from Gracewind Garden, a sense of emptiness gnawing at him.

Desperate for companionship, he asked, “Where are Joshua and Avery?”

The guard replied, “Lord Joshua left for the palace this morning, and Lord Avery departed for Lakeview yesterday—he mentioned something about needing to lay low for a while.”

Restlessness gripped Russell as he made his way to Sunbeam Court.

Tessa had been feeling neglected and blamed by both Raul and Joshua in recent days. The news of Russell expelling Sophie from the estate only heightened her anxiety.

When Russell entered, she jumped, her voice shaky as she asked, “Russell, what brings you here?”

He stood at the threshold, his expression a tumultuous mix of emotions.

After a pause, he inquired, “Do you know what happened to Sophie?”

Tessa’s gaze darted away, her eyes betraying her as she feigned ignorance. “What happened to Sophie? She mentioned helping the seamstresses last night, but I haven’t seen her since.”

Seeing her genuine confusion, Russell sighed deeply and settled into a chair opposite her. “These servants are becoming far too brazen. Sophie actually took the leftover fabric from your dress and paraded it in front of Margaery, boasting that even if Margaery married into Dominic’s family, Dominic would only ever have eyes for you.”

“I kicked her out,” he added, still simmering with anger.

Tessa struggled to comprehend Russell’s thought process. Knowing his unpredictable nature, she replied cautiously, “How could she say such things? Dominic is Margaery’s fiancé. No matter the circumstances, I should always remain humble and respectful toward her.”

As she spoke, she sprang to her feet. “Should I go and apologize to Margaery?”

“Forget that,” Russell said, his mood darkening as he recalled Margaery’s earlier indifference. “She probably doesn’t want your apology.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify