Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale 165 Summary
In Chapter 165 of “Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows,” the tension escalates as Warren, a Chamberlain, presses Joshua about the whereabouts of Lady Margaery. Joshua grapples with the painful truth that Margaery plans to break away from the Wallen family, which he can’t disclose without jeopardizing her future. Despite his reluctance, he offers a half-truth about her absence, but Warren insists on delivering an imperial edict directly to her. This moment is fraught with emotional turmoil for Joshua, who feels the weight of impending change and the uncertainty of Margaery’s fate.
Tessa, another character entwined in this web of political and personal conflict, reveals that the King has arranged for Margaery to marry Prince Nathaniel, igniting her jealousy and fear. Tessa’s ambition to see Margaery crushed under her heel reflects her deep-seated resentment towards her rival. The chapter explores Tessa’s internal struggle as she grapples with feelings of inadequacy and bitterness, questioning the fairness of fate that seemingly favors Margaery, who is now the Crown Princess.
Meanwhile, Margaery experiences a harrowing nightmare that symbolizes her fears and the precariousness of her situation. Awakening in a panic, she is filled with longing for Dashnell and the hope of breaking free from the Chancellor’s estate. The chapter captures her mix of anticipation and anxiety as she awaits Dashnell’s return, signifying a pivotal moment in her life where she can reclaim her destiny. The arrival of Warren with the imperial edict adds another layer of complexity, hinting at the challenges and responsibilities that come with her new title as the Star of Fortune.
As the chapter unfolds, it becomes clear that Margaery’s fate is intricately linked to the power dynamics of the Eastvale Empire. The title of Star of Fortune, while a protective shield, also places her in a precarious position, as the expectations and consequences of her new role weigh heavily on her. The emotional landscape is rich with despair, ambition, and the looming threat of chaos, setting the stage for the unfolding drama that will shape Margaery’s future and the lives of those around her.
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**Whispers Shape Distant Tomorrows by Aren Cole Vale**
**Chapter 165**
“As long as you’re happy,” Warren remarked, his voice light, yet a sly grin played on his lips, concealing the disdain bubbling beneath the surface.
His gaze flicked to Joshua, sharp and probing. “Lord Joshua, where is the Lady of Glowsend? It would be prudent to summon her.”
Joshua’s face darkened, a storm brewing in his chest. How could he possibly reveal that Margaery was intent on breaking away from the Wallen family, planning to leave as soon as she returned later that evening? The thought of it twisted in his gut like a thorn.
Yet, if he chose to remain silent, the Wallen family would be unable to present her.
With a heavy heart, he settled for a half-truth, “She stepped out, but her destination is unknown. Perhaps, Chamberlain Warren, you might consider leaving the imperial edict here and wait for her return…”
Warren, however, was unyielding. “That won’t suffice. By the King’s direct command, the imperial edict must be presented to Lady of Glowsend in person.”
He dismissed Joshua with a wave, turning on his heel to leave.
Joshua felt a bitter pang of despair. What did Warren mean by that cryptic remark? What was he expected to anticipate?
Before he could unravel the implications, Tessa’s voice broke through the haze of his thoughts.
“The King has actually arranged for Margaery to marry Prince Nathaniel,” she said, her tone heavy with disbelief.
Tessa emerged from the shadows, clutching his sleeve tightly, her body trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “From this moment on, Margaery will be the Crown Princess. With her deep-seated resentment towards our family, who knows what schemes she might concoct against us…”
Jealousy coursed through her veins, a seething tempest that threatened to engulf her reason.
Her ambition had been clear: to dismantle Margaery piece by piece, to see her crushed beneath Tessa’s heel while basking in the affection of her father and brother, the center of their universe.
In her mind, Dominic, Margaery’s fiancé, was meant to be hopelessly infatuated with Tessa, casting Margaery aside like an unwanted trinket.
Yet, as fate would have it, Tessa found herself the one scorned, her reputation in tatters, while Margaery, despite losing her innocence and the protection of the Chancellor’s estate, emerged as the illustrious Crown Princess.
How could the heavens be so cruelly unjust?
In what way was Tessa lesser than Margaery?
Voices clamored in her mind, a cacophony of anguish and frustration.
But no one could hear them.
All that remained was Joshua’s melancholic sigh, a sound that echoed in the silence.
“She is the Star of Fortune. Those mere words are enough for the King to go to great lengths to shield her. If anything were to befall her, the realm would turn against the King, believing him unworthy, and chaos would soon follow.”
Tessa’s fury ignited, a wildfire threatening to consume her.
Why was Margaery’s fate blessed, born under the auspicious Star of Fortune?
“Born the same year, the same month, the same day as I, yet I am left to wallow in the muck, never to rise again?” she thought bitterly.
Unbeknownst to Tessa, the title of Star of Fortune was merely a temporary shield wielded by Dashnell and Simon to protect Margaery.
Now, that very shield had morphed into a double-edged sword, one that not only threatened the Wallen family but also ensnared Margaery and Dashnell in a perilous struggle.
Fate had already set its price for everything. The title saved Margaery, allowing her to escape the Chancellor’s estate and the chains of her past, yet it also drew her into a new vortex—the fierce battle for succession.
From that moment onward, her destiny became intertwined with that of the Eastvale Empire, with all its princes and princesses, and the King’s fate, leaving her with no power to choose her path.
**Chapter 165**
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Margaery had just closed her eyes when she slipped into a disorienting nightmare.
In this haunting vision, she found herself teetering on the edge of a precipice, her limbs absent, desperately straining to catch a glimpse of Dashnell.
He reached out, his hands grasping for her, but could not hold onto anything but her hair.
But even that was too much; her scalp tore painfully away.
She plummeted into the frigid depths below, and above her, Dashnell’s anguished cry echoed, “Margaery!”
In an instant, he leapt after her.
“No!” she shook her head in frantic denial.
Yet, with no voice to call out, her protest morphed into a soundless wail, and she sank deeper into the icy abyss.
“No!”
She jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat, her heart racing.
Peering out the window, she called, “Adam, has His Highness returned?”
For the first time since her rebirth, a wave of panic washed over her, leaving her feeling lost and helpless, the uncertainty of the future looming ominously before her.
“Not yet,” Adam replied, shaking his head. “Solon has gone to the palace. Even if His Highness does not emerge for a while, Solon will bring back news…”
“Lady Margaery, please try to rest. The arrangements you set in motion have been executed. Tomorrow morning, it will be known that you are not Raul’s daughter, and Mark’s voice has been silenced.”
“When that happens, you will completely sever ties with the Chancellor’s estate, and His Highness will assist you in establishing your own household…”
Then, he would come to propose marriage.
The thought sent a flicker of longing through Margaery’s heart. She was on the cusp of breaking free from the Chancellor’s estate.
At last, she was poised to rise anew from the ashes of her tragic past and reclaim her destiny.
A new chapter of her life was about to unfold.
**Chapter 165**
“Very well. I shall wait for His Highness to return.”
Margaery inhaled deeply, a sense of anticipation swelling within her. She yearned to see Dashnell, to share her heart’s desire to marry him.
Suddenly, the hurried sound of footsteps echoed from downstairs.
“Excuse me, is Lady of Glowsend residing here?”
The sharp, piercing voice of a eunuch sliced through her thoughts. Startled, she turned to Adam, “Who has arrived?”
How had they even tracked her to this inn?
Adam’s expression shifted, a flicker of concern crossing his features. “It’s Warren from His Majesty’s side…”
“Your humble servant greets you, Chamberlain Warren. What brings you here at such a late hour?”
Adam stepped forward, his tone a mix of respect and urgency. “Chamberlain Warren, is His Highness still in the palace?”
Warren recognized Adam, the loyal companion who had grown alongside Dashnell. For years, he had been by Dashnell’s side, known throughout the palace as his devoted guard. Now, standing beside Margaery, that fact held weight.
But…
Margaery was the Star of Fortune. How could she possibly marry Dashnell?
If she did, how would the princes ahead of Dashnell in line react? Would they remain compliant?
If chaos erupted in the court, the consequences would be dire.
Warren sighed, shaking his head, his thoughts heavy with the implications. “He is currently in discussion with the King in the Imperial Study. I am here to deliver an imperial edict to Lady of Glowsend.”
Every situation held duality.
Margaery longed to escape the Chancellor’s estate. The Chancellor, a figure of immense power, stood above all but the King. Only the King could temper him.
Yet, the King had to navigate the delicate balance of public opinion, unable to simply sever the bond between father and daughter, hence the title of Star of Fortune.
However, with that title came immense responsibility.
Just like the King.
Seated upon the throne, he had to weigh the welfare of all under his reign…
Warren was awash with complex emotions. “Summon her to receive the imperial edict.”
Adam’s eyes widened in surprise. “An imperial edict for Lady Margaery?”
Hadn’t a decree just been issued that very morning at the Minister’s estate? Why was there another?
Margaery found herself equally perplexed, but she quickly gathered her composure and rose from her bed.
Amber lit the lamp, her eyes still heavy with sleep. “What’s happening? Why has someone from the palace come again?”
Her nerves tingled with anxiety.
“It’s alright. Let’s go out and see,” Margaery reassured her, opening the door to find a eunuch of around forty standing at the entrance. Upon her arrival, he smiled warmly, “This humble servant greets Lady of Glowsend. Lady of Glowsend, please receive the imperial decree!”
Conclusion
In the tumultuous wake of the events that unfolded, Margaery stood at the precipice of a new beginning, her heart a battleground of hope and trepidation. The weight of her past, steeped in the shadows of the Chancellor’s estate, threatened to suffocate her newfound aspirations. Yet, as she clutched the promise of freedom and the potential union with Dashnell, a flicker of determination ignited within her. The imperial edict, a harbinger of her destiny, loomed before her, a reminder that she was no longer just a pawn in the cruel game of power, but the Star of Fortune, destined to carve her own path amidst the chaos. The anticipation of her future intertwined with the uncertainty of her present, painting a picture of both peril and possibility.
Meanwhile, Tessa’s fury simmered beneath the surface, her ambitions dashed by the very title that elevated Margaery. Consumed by jealousy and a desperate need for validation, she found herself spiraling deeper into a chasm of bitterness, questioning her worth and place in a world that seemed to favor her rival. The echoes of her unvoiced anguish reverberated in her mind, a poignant reminder of the cruel hand fate had dealt her. As Margaery prepared to embrace her destiny, Tessa was left grappling with the realization that the universe’s whims were often unjust, and her dreams of supremacy had crumbled like fragile glass. In this intricate dance of power and emotion, both women stood at a crossroads, their fates entwined, yet diverging in ways that would shape not just their lives, but the very future of the Eastvale Empire.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, tensions will reach a boiling point as Margaery grapples with the weight of her newfound identity as the Star of Fortune. The arrival of Chamberlain Warren heralds a pivotal moment, one that could alter the course of her life and the lives of those around her. With the imperial edict looming over her, Margaery must navigate the treacherous waters of court politics while wrestling with her own desires and fears. Will she embrace her destiny, or will the shadows of her past pull her back into the depths from which she has fought so hard to escape?
Meanwhile, Tessa’s simmering jealousy and ambition threaten to erupt, and her schemes against Margaery may take a dark turn. As the stakes rise, the fragile alliances within the Wallen family will be tested, and hidden agendas will come to light. The court is a dangerous place, and Margaery’s ascent might provoke the wrath of those who feel threatened by her newfound status. Anticipation builds as readers will witness the intricate dance of power, betrayal, and ambition that unfolds, leaving Margaery to question who she can truly trust. Will she forge a path to her own happiness, or will the machinations of those around her lead her to ruin?
As the chapter unfolds, the fates of Margaery, Joshua, and Tessa will intertwine in unexpected ways, setting the stage for a confrontation that could change everything. With the King’s decree hanging in the balance and the specter of chaos looming over the empire, the next chapter promises to be a thrilling ride filled with suspense, revelations, and the haunting question of what it truly means to be the Star of Fortune.
