Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 93

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

**Chapter 93: The Person Behind Tessa**

As the words hung in the air, Amber quickly surveyed the surroundings, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She shut the door with a soft click, then leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been meaning to share this with you, but with Prince Dashnell around, I held back! Just yesterday, after you left, Lady Tessa changed into Sophie’s attire and slipped out!”

Margaery’s brow furrowed, though she felt a sense of inevitability wash over her. “And where exactly did she venture off to?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued but not quite surprised.

In her previous life, it had taken Margaery three long years to uncover the truth about Tessa—that she was not merely an innocent girl but an impostor with far more sinister intentions. It was during that time that Margaery had come to understand the depth of Tessa’s deception. Tessa was not just a lone figure wandering through Sinderin City; she was backed by a formidable force, a shadowy network with a shared ambition: to bring down the Chancellor’s estate.

In this twisted game, Margaery was nothing more than a pawn—an appetizer in a grander scheme. Back then, the entire Chancellor’s household had rallied behind Tessa, turning a blind eye to Margaery’s warnings, ultimately becoming unwitting accomplices in Tessa’s plot to silence her.

But this time, Margaery vowed, she would not be the fool.

“If Tessa seeks to dismantle the Chancellor’s estate, let her make her move,” she thought resolutely. “If some choose to strike and others choose to be struck, that is no concern of mine.”

Yet, as she pondered the situation, it became clear to her that Tessa’s arrival in Sinderin City, coupled with her audacious attempt to implicate the Chancellor’s estate, was far more intricate than it appeared at first glance. A midwife, accompanied by a woman of dubious reputation, daring to claim the title of the eldest lady of the Chancellor’s estate? Surely, this was not a mere coincidence. Such a bold move could not happen without careful planning and someone pulling the strings behind the scenes.

If they were so brazen as to risk exposure, it indicated that all their plans were meticulously laid out, with no fear of discovery.

Amber continued, drawing Margaery back to the present. “She went to the Springcourt House and met with a singer named Sonia Rash. But there was also an old woman present, who seemed to be the midwife sent to Lady Tessa a year ago. On the surface, she was just a worker at a bun shop, yet here she was, mingling in a place where men sought pleasure. It all felt incredibly fishy.”

Margaery nodded, her mind racing. “That does sound odd. Was there anyone else with them?”

If Tessa had the means to orchestrate such a grand scheme, surely it wasn’t solely reliant on a single singer from the Springcourt House.

Amber paused, her brow furrowing in concentration. “There was a young man who came in later. I was by the window, and I think I heard Sonia call out ‘Prince Callum’.”

The revelation struck Margaery like a bolt of lightning. “Lady Tessa knows Prince Callum?”

“Yes, it seems so,” Amber exclaimed, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and intrigue.

Margaery inhaled deeply, the pieces of the puzzle beginning to fall into place.

The Wallen family, loyal to the Chancellor, stood behind the second prince, Marcus. With the crown prince, Nathaniel, lacking substantial support, his unexpected demise could pave the way for Marcus to seize the throne. However, for Prince Callum to ascend, he needed to eliminate Marcus first.

Thus, the destruction of the Wallen family would be akin to severing one of Marcus’s arms. It was becoming increasingly clear that Callum’s involvement with Tessa and the tumult he was stirring within the Chancellor’s estate was a calculated move.

“Did you overhear anything else?” Margaery pressed, her mind racing with the implications of this alliance.

Amber shook her head, disappointment flickering across her features. “No, their voices were too hushed. As a woman, it felt inappropriate for me to linger in a brothel, and I was quickly ushered out. I only managed to slip in by pretending to look for my fiancé; otherwise, I would have been caught much sooner.”

She bit her lip, her face a mask of concern. “Lady Margaery, did I miss anything crucial?”

Margaery offered a reassuring smile, her expression softening. “No, you’ve done exceptionally well. I didn’t anticipate you would grow so clever and resourceful to sneak into a place like that.”

Amber beamed at the praise, her spirits lifting.

Margaery’s smile faded slightly as fatigue washed over her. “I’m feeling a bit drained. I think I’ll rest a little longer. Please keep watch outside.”

“Of course, Lady Margaery. I’ll attend to it right away.”

Amber felt a sense of accomplishment as she exited, gently closing the door behind her.

Alone, Margaery sank onto the bed, her gaze fixed on the cracked ceiling above. Thoughts of Tessa swirled in her mind as she contemplated her next move, her heart heavy with the weight of impending conflict.

Moments later, a familiar voice broke through her reverie. “Margaery, are you in there?”

“She’s here, but she’s already fallen asleep. I kindly ask Lord Russell not to disturb her,” came Adam’s voice from outside, firm and unwavering.

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