Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 95

**TITLE: Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 95: Why Are You Everywhere?**

Amber clutched the small jar of ointment tightly as she made her way back to Margaery, her heart heavy with a mix of anger and concern.

“You know, Young Master Joshua gave this to you,” she said, setting the ointment down with a hint of disdain. “If you ask me, he’s only doing it out of guilt. Sixteen years have gone by; whether by blood or not, you’ve been raised as part of this family.”

She shook her head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Even a mere kitten or puppy wouldn’t be treated this way! They’re demanding blood tests now—can you believe it? Doesn’t that just shatter your heart? If they find out you’re not their biological child, are they really going to cast you out like some unwanted stray?”

Amber’s voice trembled with emotion, her eyes glistening as the anger threatened to spill over.

Margaery, sensing the rising tension, leaned in and whispered urgently, “Hush now, keep your voice down. There could be ears outside these walls. Besides, think about it—do you really want to stay in the Chancellor’s estate any longer?”

She cast a glance at Amber, her expression hardening. The warmth that once existed between them had long since faded, replaced by a steely resolve to escape this gilded cage. “Severing family ties is never easy. If they refuse to let us go, we’re trapped. This could be our chance.”

Amber sighed deeply, the weight of reality pressing down on her. “True, the Chancellor’s estate holds immense influence over the entire court. If the master truly refuses, establishing a separate household for women is nothing but a fantasy. Even leaving this place would be an impossible dream.”

The thought of breaking off the engagement echoed painfully in the air, a reality that was never truly in Margaery’s hands.

“That may be the case,” Amber conceded, her heart aching for her lady. “It really is a good opportunity, but it’s also a heart-wrenching one.”

Margaery reached out, patting Amber’s head gently, a silent acknowledgment of their shared sorrow.

As for her own escape from the Chancellor’s estate, Margaery had meticulously crafted a plan in her mind. No matter what unfolded in this life, she was resolute in her determination to sever ties with these people once and for all.

And then there was Dashnell—her ally in this endeavor.

With that thought lingering, Margaery turned to Amber, her curiosity piqued. “Has Lord Chancellor returned yet?”

Amber shook her head, her brow furrowing slightly. “Not yet. He went to the palace with Prince Dashnell, and I imagine court affairs are complicated to explain. I came back the entire way and didn’t catch a glimpse of him.”

It was a bittersweet reflection—once, Margaery had called him ‘Father’ with ease, but now, that term felt like a weight she could no longer bear. The past year had carved deep wounds in her heart, making the word nearly impossible to utter.

With a soft sigh, she murmured, “Okay,” her gaze drifting toward the palace as she awaited news.

Her thoughts wandered to Dashnell. She longed to marry him, yet the mystery of how he had come to love her remained unsolved. She had no inkling of what had sparked his affection.

Dashnell had once mentioned that perhaps remnants of a past life lingered within him; whenever he looked at her, there was an undeniable sense of familiarity. Margaery had brushed off the idea, unable to fathom that Dashnell, like her, had been granted a second chance at life.

In her memories, she recalled the days leading up to her death—Dashnell was on the cusp of marrying Tessa, with only ten days remaining. After her demise, he should have wed Tessa, as the Wallen family would have no other choice but to comply with the King’s decree.

It was a cruel twist of fate, for Tessa was the sole option left in the estate. Whether she wished to marry or not was irrelevant; she had to accept her fate.

Strangely, in her previous life, Dashnell had shown a fondness for Tessa.

Now, however, his heart seemed to belong to Margaery.

As these thoughts swirled in her mind, a tumult of emotions washed over her, leaving her feeling conflicted.

Suddenly, a wary voice broke through her reverie. “What brings you here, Prince Bernard?” Adam’s tone was cautious as he stepped outside.

“I came to see Margaery,” Bernard replied nonchalantly, striding into the room with a sense of purpose.

Without hesitation, he called out, “Margaery, how are you? Honestly, there’s nothing enviable about being a daughter of the Chancellor’s estate! You’d be far better off at Morales’s estate. Whether you want to be a daughter or a bride, the choice is yours.”

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