Reborn: I Refuse To Save The Traitors

Chapter 1 Back To Life

"Lady Margaery has been locked up for three days now, and there hasn't been a peep from her. Could she have... died?"

"She'd deserve it if she's dead. Lady Tessa has endured so much all these years, and yet Lady Margaery wouldn't even let her in the door, making a scene about it."

"I think we should lock Lady Margaery up and teach her a lesson!"

*****

In the firewood shed.

A girl, around fifteen or sixteen, curled up tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably as if trapped in a horrifying nightmare.

Her pale pink jacket was filthy beyond recognition.

The butterfly hairpin had long fallen off, and her tangled hair was covered in mud.

After struggling in the pile of firewood for a while, she suddenly jolted awake with a hoarse scream, "It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!"

Her voice trailed off, and as she took in her surroundings, the terror in her eyes gradually gave way to confusion.

Hadn't she died?

Her eldest brother Joshua Wallen had cut out her tongue, her second brother Avery Wallen poisoned her, her fifth brother Andrew had severed her legs, her fourth brother Clyde had kicked her out, and she had taken a sword for Tessa.

In the end, her third brother Russell had tossed her body into the cold pond…

Why was she back in the firewood shed in the Chancellor's estate?

In her previous life, she had been locked up here for a full month, leaving her with severe rheumatism that tormented her for three long years.

She hadn't expected to be reborn.

As reality hit her, Margaery Wallen's pale face twisted into a bitter smile.

She was the daughter of the Chancellor's estate. Her mother had died during a difficult childbirth, and the midwife told her father Raul Wallen that only she had survived.

Being a preemie, weak and frail, and her mother's last memory, she became the family's prized possession.

Raul often said, "Margaery, from now on, you have me and your five brothers to back you up. No one in the entire Sinderin City will dare bully you! You're our little princess!"

But in reality, she was the only one who believed those words.

The ones who mistreated her were none other than her own family.

She had done everything to please them, only to end up tragically dying in the cold pond, taking a sword for Tessa.

The memories of her previous life flashed before her eyes, and then faded into nothingness.

Raul's love, her siblings' affection—they had all been repaid through the schemes of her previous life.

This time, she would sever all ties with them and stand on her own.

At that moment, footsteps echoed outside the door.

Someone entered.

"Get up. Take the medicine and go apologize to Tessa. Ask her to come back home."

The man stood at the door, holding a herbal medicine pot wrapped in thick cotton cloth to keep it warm, with white steam rising from the spout, but his words were cold and emotionless.

Margaery looked up at him, her cracked lips barely moving.

It was her second brother, Avery. In her memories, he was always the one who snuck away from the Royal Medical Hall to bring her medicine.

But that was before Tessa arrived.

Since Tessa came, Avery had only remembered to prepare medicine for her stomach problems, forgetting about Margaery's frequent allergic reactions. He had become oblivious to her needs.

Now, it seemed as if Avery didn't even notice the rashes on her wrists and neck. He just stiffly threatened her, "Father said if you don't go, he'll throw you out of the family. You won't be a daughter of the Wallen family anymore."

In her previous life, hearing those words had shattered her.

Instead of apologizing, she tried to threaten them with suicide, hoping to regain their love.

But all she earned was a reputation as a troublemaker and a madwoman.

In the end, at Tessa's recognition party, her reputation was shattered, and she became the target of everyone's scorn.

Until the very end, Margaery never managed to win back their affection.

This time, she didn't care anymore.

Margaery glanced briefly at Avery, then lowered her eyes and began rubbing her aching knees.

Seeing this, Avery frowned in frustration. "What's with this attitude? I told you to apologize to Tessa, and you're acting like you couldn't care less!

"Do you know that Tessa, just to plead for you, begged Father to let you out of the firewood shed? She knelt outside for half an hour, caught a cold, and now she's suffering from it?

"She's gentle and forgiving by nature. If you apologize to Tessa now, she'll surely forgive you! As long as she's willing to return to this family, I'll go to Father and beg him to let you return to your room."

At his words, Margaery slowly raised her head.

In her previous life, she had indeed resisted Tessa's arrival.

Wallen family had five sons and only one daughter—her—so it was natural for her to be spoiled. But everything changed once Tessa came into the picture.

As she had been lost for many years, the entire family felt guilty toward Tessa and wanted to make up for lost time. They showered her with attention.

Margaery had done her best to be kind to Tessa, but what she hadn't expected was that Tessa didn't want to share her affection—she wanted to take her place.

The family's focus completely shifted to Tessa. Even her fiancé began protecting her.

Everyone seemed to forget there was another daughter in the family—Margaery.

When she realized this, Margaery panicked. To regain their affection, she even started mimicking Tessa's behavior, trying to please them.

But she had never once harmed Tessa.

The fall from the artificial mountain had been nothing but a staged act on Tessa's part.

Sadly, everyone believed it.

"Fine. I'll go apologize to Tessa."

This time, Margaery wasn't going to play with her life, nor was she naive enough to think they still cared about her.

After all, just a few days ago, when Raul had decided to accept Tessa as his daughter and held a grand party for her, it was clear he no longer cared about her feelings. He hadn't even bothered to tell her.

Margaery had been so terrified of being abandoned that she had knelt in the snow, begging Raul to reverse his decision.

But in return, she had been locked in the firewood shed and forced to apologize to Tessa.

In her previous life, she had resisted, trying to explain herself.

But it only backfired—she ended up isolated, and in the end, they blamed everything on her.

What difference did it make if she admitted her mistakes?

If they wanted Tessa, let them have her.

This time, Margaery had made up her mind to give them what they wanted—and to set herself free.

She wasn't going to beg anyone anymore. They weren't worth it.

Leaving this unworthy place was the only thing she truly wanted.

She ignored Avery, grabbed a wooden stick, and, with great effort, stood up. Her face showed no trace of emotion.

Avery watched her, a surge of anger rising within him.

He stepped forward, blocking her path, disappointment lacing his voice. "Is it true that you pushed Tessa down the artificial mountain?"

Chapter 2 Teach Her A Lesson

"Yes."

Margaery couldn't be bothered to argue. She simply intended to walk past him and leave.

Avery wasn't expecting such an answer. Reflexively, he reached out to stop her. "We grew up together, we both know we need to protect Tessa. She's been through so much... how could you be so cruel?"

But in his haste, he shoved her too hard, knocking her to the ground.

She hit the floor hard, her already aching legs going numb from the impact. Yet a faint smile tugged at her lips.

Avery froze, surprised by what had just happened. He hadn't meant to hurt her.

He'd come in worried about her health, concerned that staying in the firewood shed so long might leave her sick. His intention had been to persuade her to apologize to Tessa to calm Raul's anger and get her out of there.

Seeing the ironic look on Margaery's face, Avery felt a strange pang in his chest.

She slowly pushed herself up, ignoring the pain, and took the medicine pot from his hand, stepping around him. "If that's what you think, then so be it."

An overwhelming sense of distance hung between them.

Avery's heart sank, a vague sense of unease creeping in.

He quickly followed her, trying to salvage the situation, his voice softening. "You've been pampered here for so long, while Tessa has suffered so much. You should show some understanding..."

Margaery's eyes flickered slightly as she cut him off, her tone flat. "You're right."

Avery couldn't finish his sentence.

His words stuck in his throat.

He had never believed Margaery would push Tessa down the mountain. But the injury on Tessa's arm couldn't be faked, and even Margaery's maid had confirmed it was her doing.

Now, Margaery herself had admitted it...

Avery took a deep breath, feeling the need to reason with her. "Margaery, no one's perfect. If you truly regret your actions, I'll go to Father and beg him not to lock you up again..."

Margaery didn't want to hear him spreading more false accusations. She turned to interrupt him, her voice cool. "Where is Tessa?"

Avery's heart lifted. He hurriedly answered, "She's in Sunbeam Court. If you take the medicine to her and apologize, encouraging her to accept Father's care, then this whole thing will be over."

"I thought she was planning to leave the Wallen family and never return, which made Father furious. That's why you asked me to go apologize and beg her to come back."

Margaery laughed bitterly. "So she's living in the best courtyard in the Chancellor's estate!"

Sunbeam Court had been built two years ago. When it was being constructed, Raul had said it had great light, a beautiful view, and was sheltered from the wind.

After it was finished, he had suggested she move in.

Margaery still remembered his words. "Margaery's health is fragile; the autumn wind makes her allergies worse. Once it's ready, she can move in. Let's call it Blissom Hall."

But after it was finished, Margaery never set foot inside.

Then Tessa arrived.

Raul, overjoyed, had sent Tessa into Blissom Hall.

The name "Blissom Hall" was replaced with "Sunbeam Court."

Now, Tessa lived there, while she was being asked to beg Tessa to accept Raul's care and not leave.

Margaery laughed, but tears welled in her eyes.

"Only because Lord Avery is kind-hearted that he goes to see her! If it were up to me, someone as selfish as her should be taught a good lesson to make her remember."

"Yes, she's not even worthy to serve Lady Tessa."

"If Lady Tessa had lived here all these years, she would have been the most respected young lady in the Sinderin City. She would have been a hundred times better than Lady Margaery!"

Around her, whispers echoed, some praising one while putting down the other.

Avery didn't like the tone of it.

But then he thought he could use this as an opportunity to teach Margaery a lesson. "These rumors are a result of your own mistakes in the past. You really need to learn from this and be more careful moving forward."

Once Margaery truly repented, he would control the servants and stop them from gossiping.

But what he didn't know was that all of this had been stirred up by Tessa. Margaery had nothing to do with it.

Unfortunately, in the vast Chancellor's estate, no one was willing to believe Margaery anymore.

Even her own maid had betrayed her, aligning herself with Tessa and giving false testimony on her behalf.

These thoughts weighed heavily on Margaery's mind, but she still couldn't help but acknowledge his words. "You are right."

She really should have learned her lesson by now. There was no point in holding onto people who didn't deserve it or chasing after those who no longer cared. It wasn't worth risking her life for people who had already cast her aside.

Without another word, Margaery turned and walked straight toward Sunbeam Court.

As she reached the door, she heard Tessa's crying voice.

"Lord Chancellor, please, please let Lady Margaery out! On such a cold day, she'll get sick. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come back home. If I hadn't, there wouldn't be so much chaos in the house!

"I feel so guilty. Once she's recovered, I'll return to the countryside and live quietly. I only hope your family can all be happy together.

"That would be enough for me."

Margaery paused at the door, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

It was no surprise. She could already imagine it: Raul would be furious upon hearing this and would undoubtedly take his anger out on her.

She still remembered the first time Tessa came to the house, how timid and unsure she had seemed.

No one had even paid attention to Tessa, but she had insisted on holding a pear and pulling Margaery aside, asking, "Lady Margaery, do... do I deserve a pear?"

Before Margaery could say anything, Raul was already furious, scolding her for not being considerate of Tessa, saying, "What do you mean 'deserve'? Everything in this house from now on belongs to Tessa."

And just like that, Margaery became the villain, the one who "bullied" Tessa.

That label had stuck, growing more and more exaggerated with each passing day.

In the end, everyone believed it was she who had oppressed Tessa, making her live in fear and submission.

But the truth was, Margaery hadn't cared about Tessa at first.

The Chancellor's estate had more than enough to provide for all children. It didn't matter if there were ten daughters; no one would lack anything.

But Tessa's so-called "understanding" had caused her family to misunderstand her, to resent her, and to push her aside. All their attention and affection had shifted to Tessa.

Step by step, Margaery had been pushed to the edge.

And now, she simply didn't care anymore.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Sure enough, Raul had already helped Tessa to her feet, holding her in his arms and comforting her.

"Tessa, please don't think like that! Even if we have to expel that rebellious daughter, I will never throw you out!

"You've suffered so much these years. My heart aches for you!

"From now on, you can stay here in peace. Just tell me if you need anything. This house has no place for her to speak."

As soon as Raul finished speaking, he looked up and saw Margaery standing in the doorway, her fragile figure seeming as though it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

For a moment, as he saw her so thin, a surge of pity filled his chest.

He was about to say something when Tessa interrupted.

"Lord Chancellor, please don't blame Lady Margaery anymore. It's all my fault. Lady Margaery must be upset because she's afraid I'll take your affection away.

"I... I can understand her."

Raul's heart filled with both anger and pain. "After the way she treated you, you're still defending her?"

"But she's my sister. We didn't grow up together, but we share the same blood. We're still family, no matter what."

Tessa looked at Margaery, her eyes filled with a mix of hesitation, longing, and a touch of fear, as if she didn't dare to get too close. She tried to please her, "Lady Margaery, you don't need to apologize. I... I've already forgiven you."

Then, looking up at Raul, her eyes filled with admiration and unshed tears, she asked, "Lord Chancellor, please forgive Lady Margaery, won't you?"

Chapter 3 Public Apology

Before Tessa could finish speaking, tears welled up in her eyes and quickly slid down her cheeks, only to be hastily concealed.

As he saw this, Raul's heart softened, filled with warmth and a pang of pain.

"You're such a sensible child."

He sighed, his voice catching in his throat, then reached out to ruffle Tessa's hair before turning a stern gaze on Margaery.

"Look at Tessa, and then look at you! It's one thing for you to push her aside in the past, but now you've actually gone so far as to push her down from the mountain!

"I won't let you off without teaching you a lesson! I'll let you out of the firewood shed, but tomorrow, at the recognition party, you'll publicly apologize to Tessa and promise never to bully her again!"

Publicly apologizing would ruin her reputation.

Tomorrow, all the families of high-level officials would be attending. If Margaery apologized and admitted to pushing Tessa down the mountain, she would be seen as nothing more than a troublemaker. No one would ever marry her after that.

She was already at the age when marriage talks were supposed to happen.

Her future would be destroyed.

If this was meant to be a lesson, the cost was far too high.

This was her father.

Margaery stared at him for a long while before finally replying, "Fine."

Perfect. Tomorrow's recognition party would also mark the moment she left the Chancellor's estate and started a new Chapter in her life.

The more people there, the better. It would serve as a witness to her decision.

"Then you can go now. Tessa still needs to recover. You being here will only make her uncomfortable," Raul said, thinking of how submissive Tessa had been in front of Margaery. He waved his hand, signaling her to leave.

It was already dark.

Margaery returned to Gracewind Garden.

Before Tessa came, she had lived in Twilight Retreat. Later, she had planned to move into Blissom Hall, so Twilight Retreat was demolished.

But in the end, Tessa moved into Blissom Hall, and it was renamed Sunbeam Court. Her own Twilight Retreat was gone. Finally, Raul had sent her to the abandoned Gracewind Garden.

This winter, no one even bothered to send charcoal to her room.

The maids, bribed by Tessa, didn't even care that she had returned. No one came to look after her.

This was no place for her to stay.

After the kneeling and being locked in the firewood shed, she had developed severe rheumatism in her joints. It needed treatment as soon as possible. She couldn't afford to delay.

The only doctor in the household was Avery.

But now, Avery's attention was completely on Tessa, and the family was no help.

She had only one choice: to leave the Wallen family and seek out Craig Eastwick for treatment.

Craig was a reclusive healer, and he could certainly cure her rheumatism.

In her previous life, Craig had wanted to take her on as an apprentice and had given her many prescriptions, but at that time, she was too focused on trying to repair her relationship with the Chancellor's estate. She even used the prescriptions Craig had given her to please Avery.

This time, she had made up her mind to become Craig's apprentice, leave the Wallen family, and build her own future.

With that thought, Margaery lay down fully clothed and fell asleep.

*****

The next morning, she heard Avery's excited voice from outside.

"Margaery, hurry up and change into something presentable for Tessa's recognition party. Don't show up looking like a beggar and make a fool of yourself!"

As he spoke, he entered and placed a set of new clothes on the table.

They were the kind of silk and satin a lady of the Chancellor's estate should wear.

In her previous life, Margaery had fought with Tessa over this very thing, and it had greatly annoyed Avery.

Now, it seemed like nothing more than a superficial trinket.

Only real skills would allow her to make her mark in this cruel world.

"Thank you, Avery."

Margaery got up, washed her face, and changed into the new clothes.

Avery couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

The last time he visited her in the firewood shed, she had cried and clung to his legs, refusing to admit her mistakes, tears and snot mixing together.

Now, she seemed distant, almost detached.

And suddenly, she had acknowledged all her wrongs—it felt too sudden and suspicious.

But Avery didn't overthink it. After all, Margaery had been pampered her whole life. She'd been treated like glass, always protected from harm.

It made sense that she'd be emotionally shaken after being locked in the firewood shed for days.

He figured she'd come around in a few days.

Once she accepted Tessa and things settled down, he'd buy her some gifts to smooth things over.

With that in mind, Avery couldn't resist giving some last-minute advice.

"Remember, when you get there, speak properly. All the families of high-level officials will be there today. First, it's to introduce Tessa to everyone and ensure she's well looked after. Second, it's to consider her marriage prospects.

"If you mess this up, Father will never forgive you."

Margaery looked up at him, a chill settling in her heart.

Tessa's marriage prospects had been bought at the cost of her own shattered reputation.

This was her father, and this was her family.

"I'll apologize to Tessa, don't worry, Avery." Margaery averted her gaze and walked out the door.

She wasn't going to make the same mistake as in her previous life—crying and making a scene in front of all the noble families in the Sinderin City, just to make Tessa look more composed and virtuous.

This time, she was going to set the record straight and bring the truth back to the beginning.

By the time she arrived at the party, it was already packed with guests.

Tessa stood at Raul's side, basking in the spotlight, her small face glowing with a sweet, bashful smile that was hard not to love.

When she saw Margaery, she let out a soft, timid cheer, "Margaery, you're here!"

Instantly, all eyes turned to Margaery.

"So, this is the Wallen family's daughter Lady Margaery? She looks proper enough, but who would've guessed she's so jealous she can't even tolerate Lady Tessa?"

"She's got a heart as venomous as a serpent's. She probably wants to kill Tessa."

"Such a woman should be avoided. Whoever marries her will regret it!"

Tessa quickly stepped forward to speak on Margaery's behalf. "Ladies and gentlemen, please be kind."

She turned toward Margaery with a concerned look, "Margaery, I see you have a rash. Is your allergy acting up again? Should we have Avery take a look at it?"

Margaery almost wanted to clap for her.

With acting like that, it was a shame she wasn't a stage performer.

Avery, who had just noticed the rash on Margaery's skin, was instantly furious. "Margaery, why didn't you tell me about this allergy? How could you be so careless?"

He felt guilty for not noticing sooner.

Frustrated, he quickly ordered the servants to fetch medicine for Margaery, wondering, 'How could I be so absent-minded to miss something like this?'

Tessa's heart tightened at the sight.

Originally, she had hoped to spread the word about Margaery's allergy, knowing no one would want to marry a sickly woman.

But it had backfired—Avery was now overly concerned about Margaery.

Still, that was fine. Since things were already going in this direction, she might as well stoke the flames.

Margaery had seen through her act before, and she wasn't going to fall for it this time.

"Thank you for your concern, Tessa. The rash isn't serious. It's just that after kneeling for an entire day and night in the snowstorm and then spending a few days in the cold wind of the firewood shed, it flared up again."

She cast a glance at Raul, who was seated higher up, and continued, "I should actually thank Father. If he hadn't punished me so severely, I wouldn't have realized so many things. Father was right—I, as the elder sister, shouldn't have made you kneel for half an hour, causing you to catch a cold.

"I ask for your forgiveness, Tessa. Please, forgive me."

Avery nodded, looking satisfied.

He thought as long as she admitted her mistakes, she was still his good sister.

"Margaery really seems to have reflected on her actions and is ready to change?"

The guests exchanged uneasy glances. "Wait, is she talking about that snowstorm day? Kneeling for an entire day and night in that cold? And then being locked in the firewood shed?"

"Good grief, Lord Chancellor is cruel."

"No, it's not cruelty. It's more like bias, don't you think? He has Lady Margaery kneel for a whole day and night and she doesn't even catch a cold, while Lady Tessa one kneels for half an hour and is already sick and on medication."

"No wonder Margaery would be jealous."

The atmosphere shifted, and the expressions of the guests became awkward.

Tessa, hearing the murmurs, turned pale.

She glanced behind her, her eyes welling up with tears.

Russell, sitting inside, sneered at the sight. "Everyone, don't listen to Margaery's nonsense!"

He stood up and walked toward her, eyes narrowing as he scoffed, "Margaery, if you've really learned your lesson, you'll apologize to Tessa now, not try to play the victim!"

A smug smile crept across Russell's handsome face.

The Wallen family was a prestigious one, and their reputation was carefully guarded.

If no one had intentionally spread the rumors, things wouldn't have gotten out so quickly, becoming common knowledge.

It was Russell who had spread the word about Margaery pushing Tessa down the artificial mountain, doing so to get back at her and make her lose face in front of everyone. He wanted to remove her from the list of eligible young ladies in the Sinderin City.

He wanted Margaery to feel the same pain Tessa had endured.

Russell stared at Margaery, determined and unyielding.

Behind him, a few of his classmates from Inkwell Academy piped up, "Lord Russell is right! You still haven't apologized for the incident at the mountain!"

"Yeah, you came here to apologize, didn't you?"

"Then go ahead and apologize!"

Behind Margaery, Avery gave her a shove. "Margaery, hurry up and speak! You came here to apologize to Tessa, didn't you?"

Russell leaned in close to her ear and shouted, "Say something!"

Chapter 4 Get Rid Of Them

Margaery was surrounded by the chaos of voices, feeling as though she had returned to the day before her death in her previous life.

She had finally found the evidence that proved Tessa wasn't a true member of the Wallen family, but the daughter of an enemy family.

Tessa's purpose for entering the Wallen family was to bring ruin upon them and eventually take control of the entire Chancellor's estate.

Fearing for Raul's and five brothers' safety, Margaery rushed home to reveal the truth and warn them to be cautious.

But instead of being met with gratitude, she was slapped by her third brother, Russell, who called her a vile, irredeemable person—too wicked even to die peacefully.

In the end, to protect Tessa, they killed her with their own hands.

They declared that the Wallen family had no need for a daughter like her.

On the day Tessa was kidnapped by bandits, there wasn't a hint of fear on her face. Instead, she seemed almost pleased.

Because the kidnapping was part of her plan.

It was all meant to silence Margaery, and in the end, Tessa gleefully told her that her brothers were willing to scatter her ashes for the sake of Tessa.

As these memories resurfaced, Margaery couldn't help but smile coldly.

She would certainly apologize to Tessa, but not in the way they expected.

She would help Tessa rise to the top of the Sinderin City's elite, watching as those who once adored her were sent to their graves, and then send Tessa to hell.

"What's this? Are you not sincere in your apology, trying to brush things off?"

Russell's cruel voice rang in her ear.

Avery looked at Margaery with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

But she had done wrong, and now she had to face the consequences. So he urged her, "Margaery, now that you understand, just apologize to Tessa properly. We're all family now."

Not a single person spoke up for Margaery.

Even Raul stood by, silent and observing.

This was a hunt aimed solely at her.

In her previous life, she had already endured this, only to be locked back in the firewood shed, left to nearly die before they finally released her.

This time, she wouldn't fall into the same trap again.

Amid the clamor, Margaery finally spoke.

"Sorry, Tessa. These past few days in the firewood shed, I've been thinking about that day, and it feels like my heart is being torn apart."

She sighed, resigned. "But Father has already said, there's no place for me to speak in this family. Next time, don't bring up decisions that have already been made by everyone, and don't go to dangerous places like the artificial mountain.

"But no matter what, this time, it's all my fault. Please, Tessa, forgive me and don't hold it against me."

Her words were sincere, filled with regret.

The room fell silent, everyone exchanging confused glances.

"Margaery's words are curious. Why did Tessa go to the artificial mountain in such cold weather? If Tessa is so frail, why would she go to such a place to find Margaery?"

"It's odd, isn't it? Tessa is supposed to be afraid of her, but why would she go alone to such a place?"

Considering the rumors that had already spread, it wasn't hard to guess:

Margaery, heartbroken by the fact that Raul and the five young brothers of the Wallen family had made the decision to bring Tessa into the family without consulting her, had run to the artificial mountain, crying, throwing a tantrum, and even threatening suicide.

Tessa, who could have easily gone home, still chose to go to her, flaunting her superiority. Wasn't that just twisting the knife in Margaery's heart?

So, whether she fell by accident or was pushed, wasn't it her own fault?

The people in the room, men and women alike, all came from prestigious families.

Who didn't know the ugly truths behind closed doors?

The looks exchanged between them as they glanced at Tessa and Margaery became incredibly telling.

Suddenly, someone asked Russell, "Lord Russell, you were the one who said Margaery pushed Tessa down the artificial mountain, right? Did you see it happen?"

"I—"

Russell hesitated, caught off guard.

Before he could think of a response, someone quickly interrupted, "How could he have seen it? That day, he was with me, attending class at Inkwell Academy!"

"Lord Chancellor, isn't there any witness to this?" asked Serena, the noble consort, from her seat of authority.

Raul froze for a moment. "Tessa said…"

Tessa hadn't expected things to unfold this way. Seeing the skeptical expression on Raul's face, she immediately burst into tears.

"Father, although it was snowing heavily that day and there were hardly any people around, Margaery's maid, Paige, saw everything!"

Tessa, worried that Paige Clemons might crack under the pressure and reveal everything, quickly backtracked. "But no matter what, I don't blame Margaery anymore. Let's just let this matter go.

"I only want to get along with Margaery. I don't want to cause any more trouble in the family."

As he saw her tear-streaked face, Raul's lingering doubts melted away. He shot an angry look at Margaery. "You rebellious daughter! You pushed her, and now you stand here making sarcastic remarks!"

Russell, still stung by his earlier embarrassment, was quick to escalate things. "Margaery, I know you're malicious, but I didn't expect you to be so smooth with your words!

"Who are you apologizing to? If I didn't know better, I'd think you're the victim! If you don't show some real sincerity today, I'll have Father throw you out of this family!"

"Margaery, I'm really disappointed in you," Avery said, his brow furrowed. "You promised me you'd speak properly when you came here…"

Tessa breathed a sigh of relief.

She knew that as soon as she pretended to be pitiful, Raul and brothers would side with her.

Their guilt was always the best weapon.

Once she used it right, Margaery wouldn't stand a chance.

Margaery calmly let them finish before turning her attention to Tessa.

"You all are right. Just saying it isn't enough—it does seem insincere."

Margaery reached up and took off the ruby pendent around her neck. "To show my sincerity, I'm giving this to Tessa. May it protect you."

She then removed the warming gemstone from her wrist and the hairpin from her head, offering them all to Tessa.

"These, too, I give to you, Tessa. I hope you'll forgive me."

The room fell into shocked silence.

"Why is Margaery giving away such important items?"

"If I remember correctly, these were the gifts she received during her coming-of-age ceremony last year—from Lord Chancellor, Lord Avery and Lord Russell, right?"

"Well, there's sincerity now, but I wonder if Tessa will accept them."

Tessa froze for a moment. She had expected Margaery to cry and make a scene, confirming the accusations of her mistreating her.

But Margaery was acting completely out of character, giving her such precious gifts instead.

The gifts were certainly tempting.

But as she looked at the items in Margaery's hands, they felt almost too hot to touch.

She couldn't help but glance at Raul, Avery, and Russell.

Raul's angry expression turned more serious at that moment.

Avery's brow furrowed deeply, his expression dark.

Russell's rage was practically palpable. He glared at Margaery, practically burning with fury. "Margaery!"

He thought, 'How dare she take the hairpin I made for her with my own hands and offer it to someone else?'

Avery also spoke up, "Margaery, this isn't…"

Margaery calmly interrupted him, "Actually, these three items were gifts from Father, Avery, and Russell at my coming-of-age ceremony. Today, I'm giving them to Tessa as an apology. Surely, you wouldn't begrudge her accepting them?"

Her eyes swept across the three men's faces.

After all, these items had been taken back from her in her previous life and given to Tessa anyway.

Since they were things she couldn't keep, it was better to get rid of them now.

No need to dirty her hands with them.

The room fell silent.

Tessa instinctively turned to look at Raul.

His face, which had been filled with rage, now appeared more solemn.

Then she glanced at Avery.

His words were stuck in his throat, his face filled with bitterness.

As for Russell, he was practically seething with rage. His teeth clenched as he hissed, "Margaery, what do I care about these things? If I'd known it would come to this, I would've fed that hairpin to the dog instead of giving it to you!"

"Perfect!" Margaery said, a smile spreading across her face as she eagerly handed the items to Tessa. "Now, take them."

She stood there, watching her with expectation.

Everyone turned to look at Tessa, but no one spoke.

Tessa felt as if she were being roasted alive, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

She felt that if she dared to accept the gifts, Russell would have no hesitation in cutting her hand off.

The timing was all wrong. She couldn't take them.

She pulled her hand back, shaking her head and lowering her gaze. "Margaery, these things are too valuable. They carry Father's as well as Avery and Russell' affection for you. I can't accept them."

"But Father, Avery, and Russell are willing to give them to you," Margaery replied, her voice full of sincerity. "And these are my gifts to you as an apology."

Margaery looked at her with pleading eyes. "If you don't accept them, as Russell said, I'll be kicked out of the Wallen family. Do you want to see me sent away?"

Chapter 5 She's Different

Tessa was caught in a dilemma. She couldn't accept the gifts, but rejecting them didn't feel like an option either.

Had she known it would come to this, she should have stopped things the moment Raul ordered Margaery to apologize at the recognition party.

Now, what was she supposed to do?

She glanced at Avery, hoping he might step in, but to her surprise, Avery's face was clouded with anger, his gaze fixed intently on the bracelet in Margaery's hand.

A flicker of resentment stirred within Tessa.

"Why aren't you accepting them, Tessa?"

Margaery's voice was soft, with just a hint of innocent surprise.

"This is getting interesting," the crowd murmured.

The guests exchanged knowing glances, their curiosity piqued. Even Serena, the noble consort, seemed to be watching with great interest.

Tessa broke out in a cold sweat. With a forced smile, she reluctantly took the ruby pendent, the bracelet, and the hairpin from Margaery. Her voice trembled as she said, "Since it's your gesture, I'll accept them."

"And that means you've forgiven me, right?" Margaery asked, her voice carrying a note of innocence.

Tessa's face tightened, and she struggled not to look at Russell. She feared he might lash out at her if he saw any sign of weakness.

"Margaery!"

Russell's voice was full of fury, his glare so intense it seemed like he might burn Margaery alive with his eyes.

"What is it, Russell?"

Margaery turned her head slowly, meeting his gaze calmly.

Her composed tone was like a splash of cold water, dousing Russell's fury. His fists clenched, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage.

Tessa saw his expression and instinctively took a step back, her heart pounding.

Among the five brothers, Russell was the most unpredictable.

She feared that if he lost control, she might be caught in the crossfire.

With no one to intervene, Russell and Margaery stood face to face—one seething with anger, the other as calm as still water.

Seeing the tension rising, Avery quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on Russell's shoulder. "Russell, calm down. We're in front of so many people."

Russell's face flushed red, and for a moment, his eyes filled with tears. Without looking at anyone, he turned his head away, clearly torn inside.

Margaery had given away the very things he valued most. How could he stay calm?

Avery realized with a start that Russell didn't actually hate Margaery as much as he'd assumed. It seemed more like a feeling of disappointment, of not living up to expectations.

"Margaery…"

Avery turned, about to say something comforting.

But Margaery interrupted him, her voice steady. "Since Tessa has forgiven me, I'll leave now and not interrupt her welcoming party."

With that, she bowed to the room and turned to walk away.

"Margaery really is an interesting character," someone in the crowd remarked with a chuckle.

Serena said, her voice thoughtful. "I actually like her."

Tessa clenched her fists, a sharp sting of humiliation coloring her face. Her hatred for Margaery deepened.

She hadn't expected this. The girl who used to chase after Russell everywhere, even at Inkwell Academy, and couldn't bear to be away from him, had now so easily pushed him to the edge and walked away without a second glance.

"Russell, Margaery—"

Tessa cautiously spoke, glancing toward Russell.

He stared at the footprints in the snow outside, his thoughts distant.

'Margaery just walked away like that?

'She sent the most precious things I cared about and didn't even apologize or explain?

'What do you think of me, Margaery?'

Shock quickly turned to a deeper, more searing rage.

"Margaery, you think you're so clever, don't you? This isn't over!"

His fists clenched again, and he slammed them onto the table with such force that blood splattered.

"Russell!"

Avery rushed to stop him, grabbing his arm. "Margaery had no choice in the matter. What sincerity could she even offer? Yes, she didn't handle it well, but don't let your anger control you…"

The words trailed off as a deep, bitter feeling surged within him.

Wasn't he just as reluctant to see Margaery give those bracelets to Tessa?

He had spent all the savings he had accumulated over three years at the Royal Medical Hall to buy those bracelets for Margaery…

Of course, in the context of the Chancellor's estate, his savings were hardly anything.

They were nothing compared to the prescription Margaery had given him, which was priceless.

Still, no matter what, Margaery couldn't just hand over his heartfelt gift to someone else like that.

Avery's thoughts were all over the place, but he quickly tried to refocus. In the end, if the family could be at peace, that was the best outcome.

He sighed and tried to soothe Russell. "Now that Tessa is home, the family's whole again. As for Margaery, you know how she is. She'll throw a tantrum, but she'll get over it."

Remembering how Margaery had cried and begged him for help in the past, only to drop the matter when he hadn't given in, he was sure this, too, would pass.

He knew Margaery had a fiery temper, but it was just her way.

They were family, and nothing could break that bond.

But Russell couldn't let it go. His eyes were red, his voice shaking with rage. "Margaery just wants to stab me in the heart!"

"Who cares?" Russell spat.

He said it like he didn't care, but his body trembled with barely contained anger.

He huffed and turned his back, deliberately ignoring Avery.

Avery sighed, thinking about asking Tessa to bring some medicine to calm Russell down.

After all, he still needed Margaery's prescription.

Tessa needed it, too—her chronic stomach issue had been flaring up for years, with no solution in sight. Avery had hoped Margaery could ask her mysterious expert if there was any remedy for stomach problems.

But when Avery turned around, he saw Tessa quickly retreating into the room, almost like she had been shocked by the exchange.

Avery paused, then reluctantly pulled Russell away.

Tessa, seeing Russell being led away, wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She wasn't about to face Russell in that state. If he lost his temper and hit her, it would cause more trouble than it was worth.

After all, Russell had quite the temper.

*****

"Russell, there are so many people watching today. Why did you lose your temper like that? What do you think they'll think of our family?"

Once they were alone, Avery couldn't help but scold Russell. "And you shouldn't have dragged in your classmates from the Inkwell Academy to stir things up and embarrass Margaery."

Russell's chest was still rising and falling with anger. "Did you see her face? With everyone watching, she didn't even care about me, her brother! From now on, I don't have a sister like her!"

"Don't say that!" Avery replied, clearly frustrated. "How can you say she doesn't care about you?"

"She gave the hairpin I carved for her to someone else! Does that sound like she cares about me?" Russell was shaking with fury.

Avery sighed and tried to calm him down. "Tessa is also our sister. Don't you care about her? You know how much you care for her. So what if she gave the hairpin to Tessa? Why are you so upset?"

"That's not the same!" Russell blurted out, his voice rising.

He stopped, realizing what he had just said.

"Not the same? How?" Avery asked, his voice calm but firm. "They're twins, they came from the same womb, they're both your sisters…"

"But it's not the same!"

Russell exploded, unable to explain. He stood up abruptly, frustrated. "I can't argue with you, I'm done! And you, stop always pretending like you care so much about this family's reputation! What's reputation? Can you eat it?

"I don't want to talk to you!"

He stormed off, pacing in frustration before walking away.

Chapter 6 The Heart You Hold Dear

Russell's blood boiled—not just at Margaery's thoughtless ways, which stung like a fresh wound, but at Avery, always playing the saint with that smug, peacemaking air.

Margaery's health had been frail of late. He'd heard rosewood could calm the spirit, so he'd trudged to Cloudveil Abbey to fetch her a blessed charm.

He'd even carved a tiny hollow in a hairpin to hide it—a delicate job for his rough hands.

By the time he'd etched half a phoenix into the wood, his fingers were nicked and raw.

For two weeks, he kept it secret, hiding it from Margaery's eyes.

Now, the memory brought a bitter pang to his heart.

"Russell," Avery said, stepping close, his voice soft but sharp, "you can swear you're done with her, but we both know you've never let Margaery go. Out of all of us, you care for her most."

"How about I set something up?" he went on. "We'll grab some plum cakes, just us three. You two can talk, clear the air."

"No chance!" Russell snapped, his voice hot with anger. "I don't have a sister with a heart that cruel! Tessa fell from that rockery, and whether Margaery pushed her or not, she wanted her gone!"

"And you," he spun on Avery, eyes blazing, "quit poking your nose in my business! You're no better. She asks for help, you take her trinkets and walk off. When've you ever really had her back? The mess she's in? That's partly your doing!"

"Enough of your high-and-mighty airs!" Russell's voice shook with scorn. "I'm done with the lot of you!"

With a rough push, he brushed past Avery and fled into the gathering dusk.

Avery's cheeks burned, his breath stuck in his throat.

'I only wanted to mend their bond, to keep this family whole,' he thought, stung. 'Why am I the villain? Fine.'

He let out a weary sigh. 'It's Margaery's doing, stirring up this storm.'

Tomorrow, he'd make her apologize to Russell, so he'd stop shooting Avery those bitter looks.

'Margaery's too much,' he thought, irritation flaring. 'A hairpin's one thing, but Russell's gift? That one held the charm he prayed over for her.

'To give it away so carelessly—who wouldn't be wounded?'

Not Margaery. She swept into Gracewind Garden, all smiles.

Her maid, Amber, stepped forward, her voice low but firm. "My lady, how could you give away Lord Russell's hairpin? It's got the charm he had blessed for you, to keep you safe."

Margaery's smile cooled. "It's fine, Amber. Let it keep Tessa safe now. That's just as well."

"But, my lady," Amber pressed, "it's not the same. The priest blessed it for you. It won't protect her, even if you gave it to Lady Tessa."

Margaery's gaze softened at Amber's frostbitten hands.

"It's just a charm," she said gently. "What hurts more is how I've dragged you into this, sent off to do rough work."

Amber, the daughter of Margaery's late nursemaid, had stayed loyal since the old woman's death.

There'd once been three other maids, but when Tessa arrived, their father sent the two eldest to serve her, leaving only Amber and Paige at Gracewind Garden.

Paige had since turned to Tessa, leaving Amber as Margaery's only true friend.

In her old life, Margaery had failed to protect herself or Amber. This time, she'd make it right.

She slipped a jar of healing salve into Amber's hands. "Hold on a little longer," she said. "I promise, we'll leave this place soon."

"My lady…" Amber's voice wavered, torn between fear and hope.

Margaery patted her hand. "Go tend your hands. Don't fret about the charm."

She knew full well what that hairpin held.

In her old life, Tessa had coveted it, spinning a tale for Russell. "Brother, I've had such a hard life, always picked on. Here in Sinderin City, I'm scared to step out, afraid I'll never see you again.

"Not like sister—she's got your charm to keep her safe. The heavens must guard her."

Swayed, Russell had stormed back to Margaery, demanding, "Give me that hairpin. The charm's for Tessa now. You don't deserve it."

Margaery's heart broke, tears spilling over. That hairpin was more than a trinket—it was Russell's love, a brother's promise.

She gripped it tightly, voice shaking. "No! You gave it to me, Russell. You can't take it back!"

But Russell didn't care. He tore the hairpin from her head, yanking out a strand of hair.

Margaery gasped, pain and tears overwhelming her.

He sneered, unmoved. "If I'd known you'd act like this, I'd have tossed that charm to the dogs. From now on, I pray for Tessa, not you. You've made your mess—live with it."

Margaery vowed never to trust Russell again. She'd cut ties with everyone in Chancellor's house and forge her own path.

But a woman alone needed skill and strength to survive.

Craig could teach her both.

Margaery packed lightly, swapping velvet for rough linen. Heart heavy, she slipped out the estate's back gate into the snowy unknown.

But as she stepped forward, she nearly collided with a wheelchair, stumbling to catch herself.

"Oh, I'm so sorry—" she began, flustered.

A steady hand caught her arm. The voice that followed was calm, almost otherworldly. "No harm done."

Margaery looked up and froze, dropping into a curtsy. "Margaery greets Your Highness."

The young man was striking—his features sharp, like carved marble, his skin pale as frost. A white fox-fur cloak draped his shoulders, giving him an ethereal glow in the snow.

Everyone knew that wheelchair in Sinderin City. Prince Dashnell Sutherland, the kingdom's brightest star, cursed by fate.

His legs, useless since childhood, had stolen his claim to the throne. A flawed prince could never rule.

Up close, he was breathtaking. Margaery couldn't help but wonder what brilliance he'd have shown if fate had been kinder.

"Well, now," Dashnell said, his voice light with curiosity as he let go of her arm. His eyes studied her plain clothes. "The Chancellor's daughter, dressed like a commoner. Where're you off to in such a hurry?"

Margaery's chest tightened, but she kept her voice steady. "Just some urgent business, Your Highness. I didn't mean to offend."

"Go on, then," he said, his tone soft as moonlight on snow.

Margaery thanked him and hurried off.

Craig lived at the city's edge, a long trek through heavy snow. The icy roads slowed her, and by the time she reached his home, noon was near.

The frozen cobblestone path was empty.

She paused at a weathered door, breath clouding in the chill, and knocked softly. "Mr. Eastwick, it's Margaery. Are you there?"

Chapter 7 Craig

In Margaery's old life, Craig had longed to take Margaery under his wing as his apprentice.

But back then, her heart was consumed with winning back the favor of the Wallens. Every tonic and remedy Craig shared with her, she passed on to her second brother, Avery, desperate to reclaim the affection he'd already given to Tessa.

In the end, Avery had the nerve to demand Craig's stomach-soothing elixir for Tessa, acting as if it was his due.

The remedies she'd quietly slipped to Avery from Craig's stores? They won no one's heart.

Avery took her sacrifices for granted, and if she dared refuse him, he'd flare with anger.

Yet, with those same remedies, Avery rose swiftly, securing a place as head of the Royal Infirmary.

Tessa bloomed into a vision of beauty, while Margaery was cast out, left to wander the streets, reviled by all.

Looking back, Margaery cringed at how blindly she'd humbled herself. What a fool she'd been.

From the courtyard, Craig's voice rang out, warm and teasing. "Well, bless my soul—has the sun gone and risen in the west? You, coming to visit an old codger like me?"

Before the echo of his words faded, a tall, wiry figure appeared at the threshold. His face was sharp but kind, his eyes twinkling with gentle mischief.

When he caught sight of Margaery's roughspun linen dress, his brows arched in surprise. "What's this, now? With the bond we share, you don't need to dress like a pauper to tug at my heart for a potion, do you?"

Craig folded his arms, cocking his head with a playful grin.

Margaery's cheeks flushed with guilt. She sank to her knees. "Mr. Eastwick, I'm not here for potions this time."

"Oh?" His eyes glinted with a knowing light, as if he could read her very soul. "Then what's brought you to my door?"

Margaery knew Craig was no ordinary man. The scandal at the Chancellor's manor had spread through the city like wildfire—surely, he'd heard the whispers.

She drew a steady breath. "I've come for two things. First, I'm plagued by rheumatism, and I need your skill with the needles to ease it.

"Second, I want to be your apprentice. I want to learn the art of healing and the ways of combat, to care for you in your later years and honor you always."

Craig's face softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Seems you've finally opened your eyes." He reached down, gently lifting her to her feet. "Come inside, lass."

"Thank you, Mr. Eastwick," Margaery said, rising.

"You can call me Craig now," he said with a chuckle, pressing a warm cup of water into her hands. "But mind you, this path isn't easy.

"Learning medicine and fighting will take grit and time. You ready for the hard work?"

"I am," Margaery answered, her voice firm as stone.

She was determined to break free from the Wallen family. Her first step was to forge a life of her own. Healing would give her purpose and a livelihood.

Combat would keep her safe. She wouldn't falter.

Craig gave a nod of approval, retrieving a set of silver needles. "Right, then. Let's start with your treatment. We'll drive out the cold and dampness in your bones. Today, we'll tend to fourteen points, beginning with…"

Margaery followed his guidance, listening intently as he worked.

"Feel those points?" he asked. "Get a sense of where them sit on you. When we're done, I'll show you sketches to learn how to find them on others.

"Tonight, go home and commit these points to memory—their places and their purposes. Come back in three days."

Margaery nodded, etching every word into her heart.

After the fourteen needles, the cold in her bones had eased, her stiff joints warming with life.

She couldn't resist—she stood, stretching her arms with a soft sigh.

"Hold there," Craig warned gently. "The needles need an hour to settle, or the cold will creep back worse than before."

He handed her a cup of honeyed water, eyeing her plain, homespun gown. "The Chancellor's feast is the talk of the city tonight. They're naming a second lady of the house, aren't they?"

His gaze sharpened. "And you, dressed so plain—you were slighted there, weren't you? You want to cut ties for good."

Margaery couldn't deny it. She nodded softly. "It's not just the slight. Hard lessons teach wisdom. I want to be free, but it's a path I must tread slowly."

Craig gave a slow nod. "Wise words. Wait for the right moment." His brow furrowed. "But this chill in you runs deep.

"What did that old fox Raul do?"

Margaery froze.

Craig's bluntness was no surprise, but to call her father—the Chancellor—an "old fox"? That was new.

For a moment, she sensed a hidden rift between them, something old and bitter.

But such matters weren't hers to probe.

She sighed, sharing the past few days in brief, then looked up. "Craig, I didn't push Tessa down the hill. Do you believe me?"

"You say you didn't, and I trust you," Craig said, his eyes warm but firm. "I know your heart.

"But Raul? He's grown blind. A Chancellor who can't see truth from lies will ruin the realm."

Margaery's heart swelled. Even her kin doubted her, but Craig stood by her.

"Your trust means everything," she said.

She hesitated. "But my father's power is vast. Speak freely here, but outside, don't cross him for my sake. I'd never forgive myself if he turned against you."

Craig snorted. "He may be high and mighty, but I'm no pushover. Let Raul try me—he'll regret it."

He waved a hand. "Ease your mind, lass. I'll give you two tonics. Rest well and return in three days."

Margaery nodded, settling by the hearth to study the acupuncture charts.

A question lingered, one she'd always held. "Craig, your healing skills are unmatched. Why live so humbly? Why not open a practice?"

Craig chuckled. "A practice? I've no time for that."

Margaery blinked. "No time? What keeps you so busy?"

Chapter 8 The Gift Of Emerald

Craig laughed, brushing off his slip. "Snowy days are for hearing the snow fall, sunny days for soaking up the sun. And now I've you to teach—medicine, combat. That'll keep me wandering, mark me!"

He leaned back, grinning. "Besides, there's sleep at night, naps at noon—time's a treasure, girl."

Margaery shook her head, chuckling. "You're right, Craig," she said warmly.

Craig's weathered face softened. "That's my lass. I only wish to pass on my craft and live my days in peace. Let others worry over life and death."

Margaery's heart swelled. She had no kin left in this world. "From now on, Craig, you're my only family. I'll care for you always."

"There's my good girl," Craig murmured, patting her head gently.

Tears stung Margaery's eyes. A memory flickered—Raul cradling Tessa, ruffling her hair with a warmth Margaery had once craved.

No more. She was done chasing the whole Wallen family.

Craig was her family now.

As dusk fell, Margaery bid Craig farewell, clutching the chart, and started for home.

Craig, ever vigilant, trailed her silently to the Chancellor's estate, ensuring her safety before slipping away.

Unaware of his care, Margaery reached the manor's gates and spotted her betrothed, Dominic Hadley, with Avery and Dashnell.

"Where have you been, dressed so plainly?" Avery snapped. "It's late, and you haven't even greeted His Highness!"

He'd meant to be kind, but her simple attire—nothing like the fine gown he'd sent—stung his pride before the prince.

His face darkened. 'Is she trying to shame us? No wonder Russell is furious.'

Dominic's eyes flashed with scorn. "Margaery, you're thoughtless! Apologize to His Highness—now!"

He gestured sharply toward Dashnell, who sat composed in his wheeled chair.

Margaery bit back a smile.

She knew Dominic cared little for Dashnell's offense. Her true fault was eclipsing Tessa's radiance at the feast, wounding her pride.

Dominic and his brother Avery, bound by vanity, cherished nothing above their own egos.

Ignoring them, she stepped forward and curtsied gracefully. "Your Highness."

Before Dashnell could speak, Avery rushed in, his smile forced. "Your Highness, forgive my sister's manners. As her brother, I've failed her. I beg your mercy—"

His words faded into awkward silence.

Dashnell's gaze rested on Margaery alone, as if Avery's voice were a passing breeze.

When quiet settled, Dashnell spoke, his voice gentle. "Where were you this afternoon, Lady Margaery?"

No anger colored his tone—only a soft warmth that stirred her heart.

Dominic and Avery exchanged a glance, startled. They hadn't expected Dashnell, ever aloof, to speak so gently to Margaery.

'Doesn't he shun women?' they thought.

Margaery clutched a small bundle of herbs, her reply steady. "A chill sent me to fetch medicine. I never dreamed I'd meet Your Highness twice today."

In her old life, she and Dashnell had nearly been wed.

The king had chosen Tessa for him, but she scorned his crippled legs and the cruel rumor of his barrenness.

Already carrying Dominic's child in secret, Tessa schemed to push Margaery into the marriage.

Her father and brothers, eager for favor, called Margaery from the streets.

But she uncovered Tessa's lie—she was no the Wallens' daughter.

When the truth broke, Tessa staged a kidnapping, demanding Margaery's life as ransom.

Betrayed by her family and betrothed Dominic, Margaery died that day, her bond with Dashnell lost to fate.

The memory chilled her now. This time, she'd never marry Dominic.

So she met Dashnell gaze, her heart fluttering. "My encounters were unintentional, Your Highness. If I've offended, I beg your pardon."

Dashnell's name bore a shadowed repute.

Nephew to a general, son of the king's favored concubine, he was cherished yet marked by his crippled legs, rumored barrenness, and icy demeanor.

To wed him meant a life as his caretaker, adorned with a hollow title.

Or so Margaery had once believed.

Now, she saw differently. Kindness mattered more than gossip.

Dashnell, flaws and all, outshone Dominic, that false-hearted rogue.

With the king's concubine Lady Serena Higgins to shield her, life with him promised far more than one with Dominic.

If only she'd known this before. Margaery lowered her eyes, pondering his heart.

Dashnell studied her in silence, his gaze deep as a still lake. "Twice in one day is no mere chance."

He drew a gemstone from his sleeve and tossed it to her. "For you."

Startled, Margaery caught it, its warmth lingering like a spark in her palm.

"My thanks, Your Highness," she said, curtsying as she held it close.

Dashnell said no more, turning his wheelchair and gliding away, a shadow of mystery trailing him.

Margaery watched him go, her thoughts tangled with hope. 'What did this mean?'

"Why do you stand there?" Dominic's voice cut through, sharp with irritation and a hint of jealousy. "Change those rags! You may be the chancellor's daughter, but you look like a beggar."

Before she could speak, he sneered. "Think that trinket makes you his treasure?"

Margaery faced him, her brow faintly furrowed.

Dominic faltered, then scoffed. "It's a crumb for a stray. If he cares for anyone, it's Tessa—not you, you wretched thing."