Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 83

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Rejected by the Crown Prince? I Married His Uncle

Chapter 83 The Tide Turns

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Seeing that the chaos around her showed no sign of ceasing, Margaret swiftly and cleanly severed the tendons in the village leader’s remaining hand.

“AAAH! Stop–please stop!”

The leader’s agonized wail pierced the air.

Right there, in front of everyone, Margaret spoke slowly, each word deliberate. “For every moment they do not stop, I will cut you once. If they never cease, I will keep cutting until this ground is soaked with your blood. But do not worry–I will make certain you remain breathing.”

His cries of pain, contrasted with her calm tone, made the scene utterly chilling.

In the distance, the magistrate cried out nervously, “Do you see? She is a witch straight from the pit of hell! You must advance–all of you, together! Seize her now-”

Even as he spoke, the magistrate had already scrambled onto his horse in fear. “A hundred silver marks! I’ll add fifty more! Why are you not moving?”

Margaret paid no mind to those eager to rush her.

She seemed to be speaking more to herself than anyone else. “Why will none of you believe me? I can send you home.”

She raised her head, looking toward the windows of the cottages lining the street.

At all those hollow, watching eyes.

“I told you–I will send every one of you home!

“If you have no home, if your family is as rotten as these men, then I will give you a new one. Not some dark, foul place like this.”

The long village lane was packed tight with bodies.

Figures–some dead, some only wounded–lay scattered across the mud and straw.

Blood mingled with the previous day’s rainwater still pooled on the ground, glinting sharply under the

sun.

Everything felt deeply, unnaturally wrong.

All the young women Zoe had brought now lay fallen.

Theodore’s body bore too many wounds to count.

Yet he forced himself to keep standing, to keep fighting.

Julie and Lisa had tried to go to his aid.

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A few of the village men knocked them flat with single blows.

Chaos, Noise. Blood.

Margaret could hardly remember what day it was.

Her head felt thick and clouded, as though she might collapse at any moment.

But she could not sleep–she dared not.

“Mother!”

Someone was screaming for her mother.

Then another voice joined, and another, until the cries swelled into a chorus.

“Please… Mother, help me-”

“Mother, let’s run away–don’t hide anymore!”

“Aunt, come with us–we have to go!”

It sounded like the young women, their voices frayed with despair.

Margaret almost thought it was hopeless.

Those older women had been broken long ago, their spirits crushed.

They only dared to watch from the shadows.

Surely they would not emerge now to fight back.

But when she lifted her gaze, she saw them–figures pouring into the lane from the far end.

Coming closer.

A crowd of women, unarmed and frail–looking.

Yes, women.

The same ones who had been standing apart, watching silently.

Now their eyes were steady, though brimming with tears.

In that moment, every last one of them had found her courage.

“Do not be afraid, child! Mom’s here!”

“I am with you! Hold on a little longer!”

“All together now–advance!”

“Even if we die, we will take them with us!”

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Those women who had only dared hide and watch.

Those timid, mouse–like figures who flinched at a raised voice.

They finally stepped forward.

As if mustering every ounce of courage they possessed in their lifetimes.

They had fetched whatever lay to hand–a kitchen knife, a rake, a stout wooden pole–and now rushed forward in a frantic, determined wave.

The girls who had been kicked down were quickly surrounded, shielded by the women.

Rage and raw emotion filled the air.

“If young girls can find the nerve to fight, we older ones will not lag behind!”

“I’ve unlocked the back rooms–all the sisters are free! Everyone, forward!”

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