Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 92

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

**Chapter 92: Scheming Thoughts**

At this very moment, lingering was not an option for him.

Dashnell had made his way to Gracewind Garden, and Raul felt the urgent need to follow suit. Time was of the essence, and any delay could lead to complications that would be difficult to justify later on.

With Margaery’s request weighing heavily on his mind, he turned to Tessa, his voice firm yet measured. “Tessa, it’s best if you refrain from seeking out Margaery for now. She has expressed a desire for solitude, and we must respect that to maintain the peace.”

Tessa’s eyes flickered with confusion and hurt. “I will heed your words, Father,” she replied, though the tension in her hands betrayed her. Her nails dug into her palm, a physical manifestation of the turmoil brewing within her.

‘What does it mean that Margaery does not wish to see me? If she doesn’t want to see me, does that mean I have to hide away like a ghost?’

A wave of anger surged within her, hot and consuming. There was a violent urge to lash out, to grab someone and unleash her fury on them, to stab at the heart of her frustration.

But she swallowed those fierce emotions, burying them deep inside. Instead, she softened her tone, “I have taken note of everything you have arranged. I will not be a source of trouble for you. Just being near you again is enough for me.”

Raul nodded, a cloud of worry hanging over him as he departed for Gracewind Garden. The weight of his thoughts pressed heavily on him, and as he walked, he called out to Halle, “Go and summon Doctor Mark. Inform him that Tessa requires treatment tonight.”

In his heart, he knew he would do everything in his power to secure a bright future for her, whether she was his daughter by blood or not.

Halle’s eyes sparkled with understanding as she replied, “I will take care of it immediately.”

Once Raul was out of sight, she rushed into Sunbeam Court, urgency in her step. “Lady Tessa, Lord Chancellor has instructed that your blood be tested tonight.”

“Is everything set with Doctor Mark?” Tessa asked, hastily wiping away her tears, though her expression remained somber. She met Halle’s gaze, her voice dropping to a whisper, “I still need your assistance with the physician.”

Feigning vulnerability, she added, “You are all I have left.”

“Oh, don’t say such things,” Halle replied, her heart aching for the girl before her. “I promise I will handle this matter with utmost care. The Wallen family has only one true eldest lady, and the one in Gracewind Garden is merely an impostor.”

A glint of malice danced in Halle’s eyes as she spoke, a hint of satisfaction creeping into her demeanor.

Tessa nodded, gratitude evident in her expression. “Thank you, Halle. Your kindness will not be forgotten.”

“Lady Tessa, please don’t be so formal with this old servant,” Halle said, her spirits lifted. “I will make the necessary arrangements at once.”

With a spring in her step, Halle turned to leave, a thought flickering in her mind. As long as Tessa remained the biological daughter of the Wallen family and Margaery was pushed aside, she would be in a prime position to serve Raul closely.

Who knew? Given enough time, she might even ascend to the role of mistress of the household.

With that tantalizing thought, she hurried away.

Tessa watched her go, a derisive snort escaping her lips.

Halle’s feelings toward her were ambiguous at best, but the enemy of one’s enemy could always be an ally. After all, Halle had been the catalyst for the death of Margaery’s wet nurse, effectively tying herself to Tessa in opposition to Margaery.

Moreover, Tessa had observed Halle’s unwavering loyalty to Raul over the years, her refusal to leave despite being an old maid. It was clear to Tessa that Halle harbored feelings for him.

As long as Halle had something to gain, Tessa would hold the reins of control over her.

With her thoughts racing, Tessa squinted toward the distant Gracewind Garden. “Margaery, no matter how clever you think you are, your family will never find their way back to you.”

After a brief pause, she added with a steely resolve, “And neither will Dominic.”

Dominic was meant to be hers, and hers alone.

Tessa clenched her fists, feeling the tension ripple through her.

Initially, she had considered other options aside from Dominic. However, her fixation on him stemmed from the belief that marrying him would secure her position as the legitimate wife. That was why she had been so determined to keep Margaery and Dominic apart.

Yet, against all odds, she had failed to secure that coveted title of wife…

It was all Margaery’s doing, along with the incompetence of the Wallen family…

Inside Gracewind Garden, Dashnell surveyed the shabby room, his handsome features marred by concern. “You’ve been living in these conditions for over a year?”

Margaery, having grown numb to her surroundings, offered a resigned smile. “I’ve grown accustomed to it. It is Your Highness who has come to suffer alongside me.”

Dashnell’s brow furrowed, a flicker of regret passing through him.

He was aware that Margaery had not been treated well within the Wallen family, but he had never anticipated that in her own home, she would feel as though she were trapped in a frigid palace.

He should have visited her sooner.

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