Reborn I Refuse To Save The Traitors (Margaery) novel Chapter 98

**Chapter 98: Didn’t Take It To Heart**

“Tonight, she’s going to confront Tessa again,” Joshua lamented, his voice heavy with concern. “I can’t wrap my head around what she’s thinking.”

Raul felt a jolt in his chest, his expression darkening as he replied, “The Wallen family raised her. She doesn’t have the right to decide whether to sever ties or not. She’s been feeling wronged and angry lately, which is why she’s saying such things.”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a grave whisper. “Remember this: no matter the outcome tonight, she is a Wallen, in life or in death.”

Raul’s temper flared, not out of concern for Tessa, but because the Chancellor’s estate simply could not withstand another blow. Joshua was taken aback by Raul’s intensity, almost blurting out, “You mean, even if she isn’t… she still must be?”

“Exactly!” Raul took a deep breath, steadying himself. “If we manage to keep her, the next few decades will be tranquil. If not…” He let the implications hang in the air, the weight of his words palpable.

With that, he strode toward the house, determination etched on his features. He needed to preserve the bonds that still existed, no matter how frayed they had become.

Inside the room, Dashnell was busy preparing some medicine, his hands deftly helping Margaery fasten her buttons. His gaze was soft, almost tender, as he focused on her.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Margaery murmured, her cheeks flushing a delicate shade of rose.

Though her clothes were already on, the lingering sensation of his fingertips on her skin felt like a brand, a reminder that was impossible to ignore. Memories of their wedding night flickered through her mind, but she quickly pushed them aside, grappling with an internal conflict that left her both exhilarated and anxious.

Looking up at her, Dashnell gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Make sure to take care of yourself and recover quickly. I brought you some restorative medicine that Amber prepared. You need to eat well; you’re far too thin.”

“Okay,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Margaery felt a warm flutter in her heart at his concern. She hadn’t always been this frail; it was only after enduring a year of hardship at the Chancellor’s estate that she had become little more than skin and bones. It was absurd that outsiders could see her plight, yet her own family remained oblivious, even locking her away in the woodshed.

This place was truly not worth the pain.

“It’s getting dark. You should head back soon, Your Highness,” Margaery thought, stealing a glance out the window. She instinctively tightened her grip on Dashnell’s hand, whispering, “Soon, I will leave.”

In her eyes shimmered a different kind of hope.

Within that hope were the contours of his brows and the depth of his eyes, reflected in her gaze, causing Dashnell’s heart to race. He nodded, his voice steady, “Alright, then I’ll wait for you.”

Margaery couldn’t help but smile, albeit reluctantly releasing his hand.

Dashnell refrained from mentioning the King’s conferment. He wanted to save that information for a moment of significance, not squander it in casual conversation.

He helped Margaery tuck in her quilt, then turned to Bernard. “It’s getting late. Are you heading back, Bernard? Would you like to accompany me?”

Bernard raised an eyebrow, not wanting to openly compete for Margaery’s affection. Instead, he offered her a warm smile.

“Goodbye for now, Margaery. I’ll visit you another day. If anyone dares to bully you again, just let me know, and I’ll whisk you away to my fief!”

His smile was radiant, a beacon of cheerfulness that was rare among men of this era, like a bright flame that was difficult to gaze upon directly.

Margaery found it overwhelming yet delightful, smiling back as she replied, “Thank you, Prince Bernard. When I’m feeling better, I’ll invite you for coffee.”

She recalled a distant memory of why Bernard might care for her; it stemmed from a moment in their youth when she had saved him from a precarious situation. Though it had been a small act, it had been significant for him, a life-and-death moment that lingered in his mind.

But Dashnell… he was an enigma to her.

In recent days, an unsettling intuition had taken root within her. Every encounter with Dashnell felt strangely coincidental, as if he were orbiting her life, appearing with an uncanny frequency. It seemed as though he was actively seeking her out.

Then Bernard chuckled, following Dashnell out of the room.

Raul hurriedly ushered them away before stepping inside to find Margaery, his expression a complex blend of emotions. “Margaery, how are you feeling? Has the pain from your wound eased at all?”

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