Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 78

### Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale
#### Chapter 78 I’ll Marry Only You

Margaery reclined against the soft bedding, her body poised yet her spirit heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Dashnell occupied the space beside her, his fingers tightly coiled, betraying the tension that coursed through him. Though his face remained impassive, an undercurrent of rage simmered just beneath his calm exterior, a storm waiting to break.

Silence enveloped them, thick and suffocating, as he observed her without uttering a single word.

Margaery finally shifted her gaze, her eyes landing on Dominic, who was kneeling humbly at her feet, an image of desperation.

In the dimming light of the room, his face was a canvas of concern, the remnants of his handsome features marred by fatigue and a mask of false affection that he wore like armor.

If she hadn’t experienced such a tragic demise in her previous life, she might have believed in the sincerity of his feelings.

With a voice as cold as winter’s breath, Margaery broke the silence. “Fine, but I want Clyde’s life.”

Her tone was devoid of warmth, as casual as if she were discussing the evening meal. Once her demand hung in the air, she lowered her gaze, refusing to meet his eyes again.

Dominic found himself overwhelmed with unexpressed thoughts, yet words evaded him. He had never anticipated such a brazen request from Margaery. Finally, he managed to stammer, “Margaery, that’s your brother. If he dies, all the blame will fall squarely on your shoulders. You don’t understand how this could affect you…”

“I don’t care,” Margaery replied flatly, her voice unwavering.

Margaery raised her eyes to meet his, her expression unyielding. “Can you do it or not?”

Dominic fell into a profound silence, grappling with the weight of her question.

‘Of course I can’t do it,’ he thought bitterly, a sense of helplessness washing over him.

His gaze instinctively flickered toward the door, where Raul stood, a silent witness to the unfolding drama.

Raul’s eyes were red-rimmed, a testament to the emotional turmoil he had endured. He had absorbed every word Margaery uttered, each syllable cutting deeper than a blade.

In another time, he would have stormed in, delivering a few sharp slaps to remind Margaery of her place, to teach her respect for her elders.

Yet, he understood that such actions would only drive her further away.

Creating distance between them would spell doom for the Chancellor’s estate, a reality he could not bear to face.

But Clyde, her brother, did not deserve to meet such a fate.

After all, he was his own flesh and blood. Raul felt a knot of conflict in his chest, unable to reconcile his loyalty to family with the grim reality of the situation.

It was Dominic who shattered the oppressive silence, his voice quivering with emotion. “Margaery, you don’t need to ask for Clyde’s life. He’s already teetering on the edge of death. Just moments ago, someone plunged a blade straight through his chest—he’s barely clinging to life back at the estate.”

“This is his retribution, Margaery,” Dominic continued, his tone shifting to one of urgency.

“He’s already paying the price. I’ve left him to his own devices; just let it be and return home with me. Forgiveness is a pathway to reclaiming your own peace.”

He remained on his knees, inching closer to the bed, extending his hand toward her, desperate for connection. “I can’t bear to see you tormented by this. Let’s leave the past behind us, shall we?”

“Very soon, we’ll be married,” he added softly, his voice filled with hope.

“I promise, once you’re part of the Hadley family, no one will dare to bully you again. If you don’t wish to see him, then we can live our lives without ever crossing paths with him again…”

“Please, don’t be like this. It pains me to see you in such turmoil.” Dominic squeezed out a few tears, striving to project an image of vulnerability.

This time, Margaery didn’t pull away; she allowed him to take her hand, finally asking, “Are you truly certain that all these promises of yours will hold weight?”

Dashnell’s gaze narrowed on the connection between their hands, sharp as a dagger.

Yet, he remained silent, choosing instead to cast a meaningful look at Margaery, placing his trust in her judgment.

After all, he had already committed to allowing Margaery to navigate the complexities of the Chancellor’s estate and the Hadley family on her own.

At the softening of Margaery’s tone, Dominic felt a surge of elation. “Of course, every word matters! I swear—if I break my promise, may the heavens strike me down!”

As long as Margaery was willing to accept him as her future husband, he would move mountains to ensure her happiness.

The Star of Fortune, the revered healer, the one shielded by the Stormshade Hall—all these advantages would soon be his.

In that moment, he envisioned himself as the most coveted asset within the Hadley family, free from the shadows of his brothers and the overbearing side branches that had always overshadowed him.

Margaery studied him, an inward sneer forming as she contemplated his sincerity.

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