Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale ` 95 Summary
In Chapter 95 of “Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows,” Amber returns to Margaery, holding a jar of ointment given by Young Master Joshua. Her feelings are a blend of anger and concern as she expresses her frustration over the family’s treatment of Margaery, who has been raised as one of their own for sixteen years. Amber’s emotional outburst reveals the pain of potentially being cast out if blood tests confirm Margaery is not a biological child. The tension between the two women highlights their shared desire for freedom from the oppressive environment of the Chancellor’s estate.
Margaery, aware of the risks of speaking too loudly, urges Amber to consider the possibility of escaping their gilded cage. Despite the immense influence of the Chancellor’s estate, Margaery clings to the hope of severing ties with her family, even as she grapples with the heart-wrenching reality of her situation. Their conversation reveals the emotional toll of their circumstances, with Margaery’s determination to escape contrasting with Amber’s deep concern for her well-being.
As the chapter progresses, Margaery reflects on her complicated feelings for Dashnell, the man she longs to marry, while also grappling with the memories of her past life. The emotional conflict intensifies as she recalls the impending marriage of Dashnell to Tessa, highlighting the cruel twists of fate that have altered her future. Margaery’s longing for Dashnell intertwines with her fear of losing her identity and freedom, creating a poignant tension within her.
The arrival of Prince Bernard disrupts the somber atmosphere, bringing a mix of energy and recklessness. His concern for Margaery’s well-being contrasts sharply with Joshua’s protective instincts, leading to a clash of emotions in the room. Bernard’s enthusiastic, albeit reckless, attempts to help Margaery reveal the complexities of their relationships, while Joshua’s jealousy and frustration simmer beneath the surface. The chapter ends with Dashnell’s unexpected entrance, leaving everyone in a state of surprise and curiosity about his intentions.
Overall, this chapter encapsulates the characters’ emotional struggles, desires for freedom, and the complexities of their relationships against the backdrop of a constricting environment. The interplay of hope, frustration, and longing paints a vivid picture of Margaery’s plight as she navigates her tangled web of family ties and romantic aspirations.
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**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.”
His voice, lively and energetic, echoed through the room, reminiscent of magpies chirping cheerfully on a winter morning, lifting the spirits of all who heard him. Yet, there was a reckless edge to it.
Adam was about to follow Bernard inside when he spotted Joshua rushing after him, his expression a mix of irritation and urgency.
“Bernard, mind your words! Margaery is the Chancellor’s daughter; she can’t just go to the Morales estate. Stop pestering my sister! She’s soon to be married, and this talk will tarnish her reputation!” Joshua’s voice was strained, as he half-ran to catch up.
His expression was one of deep displeasure, and he truly hadn’t anticipated Bernard’s arrival after Dashnell had left. There seemed to be no respite, not even for a fleeting moment.
He couldn’t help but wonder when Margaery, who had once chased after her brothers with youthful exuberance, had become someone others admired so openly.
A sudden, uninvited pang of jealousy surged within him.
As Joshua entered the room, he took in the sight of Margaery leaning against her pillow, her expression weary and drawn. A wave of disorientation washed over him, as if a different soul inhabited her body now.
It felt as though they were separated by more than just physical distance; the emotional chasm between them felt insurmountable, even with only a few feet between them.
Bernard, however, remained blissfully unaware of the tension. He approached Margaery, taking her hand in his, his face a mask of astonishment and concern.
“Good heavens! Just a couple of days ago, you were full of life and energy. What happened to you? Which scoundrel hurt you? Tell me, and I’ll make them pay!” His voice was filled with fervor.
Joshua could only stare, dumbfounded.
Clyde had just been stabbed and was barely clinging to life, yet here was Bernard, ready to avenge Margaery’s honor.
Ignoring Joshua entirely, Bernard rummaged through his bag, pulling out an assortment of items. “I brought medicine. This one’s for inflammation, and this one helps wounds heal faster.”
He placed the peculiar collection beside Margaery’s pillow, his enthusiasm unwavering.
Without waiting for anyone to respond, he continued, “This one is to be taken orally—one in the morning and one in the afternoon. This one’s for external use; apply it to the wound, and it will heal quicker.”
Margaery stared at the eclectic assortment in disbelief. “When did you learn about medicine?”
“Oh, I just picked up bits and pieces here and there,” Bernard said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He then turned to Amber, “Do you know how to apply medicine? You can take care of her.”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Amber replied, shaking her head vigorously. Memories of Margaery’s bleeding from the day before flooded her mind, her eyes filled with lingering dread. “Miss’s injury is severe; it’s such a large wound. I’m afraid if I remove the dressing, it will start bleeding again.”
Joshua’s voice cut through the air, deep and commanding. “Bernard, you’d better not apply medicine without proper care. If the wound splits open, you won’t be able to handle the consequences!”
“I won’t be able to handle it?” Bernard shot back, incredulous.
He let out a cold laugh. “She was stabbed like this at home. Can you deal with the fallout? If you can, then have Clyde apologize. You think I don’t know who that scoundrel is? Your Chancellor’s estate has truly shown its true colors.”
With a fierce glare at Joshua, he yanked back Margaery’s blanket. “If they won’t help, I’ll take matters into my own hands. This isn’t the time to worry about such things. To a doctor, men and women are the same. Don’t fret; my medicine will definitely work!”
Margaery, overwhelmed by his fervor, quickly interjected, “Bernard, let me do it myself.”
“How can you do it? You can’t even move one hand!” Bernard exclaimed, exasperation creeping into his voice. “Your wound is on your shoulder; it’s not even in a place that can’t be seen.”
Just as he felt his anxiety rising, a cool, calm voice emerged from the doorway. “I’ll do it.”
“Uh—” Bernard turned around, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw a wheelchair rolling into the room.
With a mixture of exasperation and disbelief, he sighed, “Prince Dashnell, why are you everywhere? Weren’t you supposed to be in the palace?”
Conclusion
In the tumultuous atmosphere of the Chancellor’s estate, Margaery’s heart was a battlefield, torn between the lingering shadows of her past and the flickering hope of a future unshackled from her family’s expectations. The arrival of Prince Bernard and the unwavering presence of Joshua only amplified her internal struggle, as she grappled with the reality of her engagement and the painful memories that haunted her. Yet, amid the chaos, there was a glimmer of possibility; the thought of severing ties with the estate, of reclaiming her autonomy, whispered sweetly in her ears. The bond she shared with Amber, once a source of warmth, now felt strained but resolute as they faced the uncertain road ahead. Margaery understood that the path to freedom would not be easy, but with allies like Dashnell and the courage to confront her fears, she felt a flicker of determination ignite within her.
As Dashnell’s familiar presence filled the room, a sense of calm washed over Margaery, grounding her amidst the whirlwind of emotions. His unwavering support reminded her that she was not alone in this fight for her identity and happiness. The weight of her past began to lift, replaced by the burgeoning hope of a future where she could choose her own destiny, unbound by the chains of her lineage. With each passing moment, Margaery felt the whispers of distant tomorrows growing louder, urging her to take the leap into the unknown. The journey ahead would undoubtedly be fraught with challenges, but fortified by the strength of her convictions and the love of those who stood by her side, she resolved to embrace the uncertainty. In this pivotal moment, Margaery chose to believe that the power to shape her own future lay firmly within her grasp.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter of *Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows*, readers can expect an explosive confrontation as tensions escalate within the Chancellor’s estate. Margaery’s precarious position is about to become even more complicated with the arrival of Prince Dashnell, who seems to have an uncanny knack for appearing at the most critical moments. His presence promises to stir the pot further, especially as he navigates the emotional minefield surrounding Margaery and her fractured family ties. Will his intentions be pure, or will they complicate Margaery’s already tumultuous existence?
Moreover, the dynamics between the characters are set to shift dramatically. As Joshua grapples with his feelings of jealousy and protectiveness, he may find himself at odds with Bernard, who is determined to champion Margaery’s cause. The stakes are high, and with the looming threat of blood tests that could shatter Margaery’s world, the chapter will delve deep into the complexities of loyalty, love, and the longing for freedom. Will Margaery finally take a stand against her family’s oppressive grip, or will the weight of her past continue to haunt her? Readers will be left on the edge of their seats, eager to discover the choices Margaery will make and the consequences that will inevitably follow.
