Lundenhold
POV of Domeric Bolton
Domeric knocked on the door and waited under the hood, hiding from the eyes of any passerby.
Popularity can become a bit tiring when people start to swarm you everywhere you go, even if it's for well-wishes. A lesson that he had learned well in his past life. He had no lightning scar in this life, and the popularity and reputation he had gained were through his own hands, but that didn't make the people trying to touch him any less annoying.
The door opened, and a strong-shouldered boy looked out at him. The blue eyes, black hair, and strong jaw instantly reminded him of Renly Baratheon, who was said to look like King Robert Baratheon when he was young.
The royal bastard Gendry Waters.
He wondered if he should do something with the boy. He seemed perfectly content with being just a blacksmith apprentice, but having the blood of the king brings strange changes to one's life.
The boy would make for a fine warrior with his enormous stature and strong arms, if nothing else.
But something in this line of thinking made him feel that he had become too much like Dumbledore.
No, the boy can remain a blacksmith if that's what he wants to be. But he'll order Tobho Mott to tell the truth. Just because he didn't like to be used against Voldemort didn't mean that the prophecy should have been kept from him.
"We're not taking any commissions right now." The boy told him. Just as he was about to close the door, Domeric's hand shot out and caught the door before it closed in his face.
That would not have been very pleasant.
And yes, an enhanced body does have its perks.
"What are y…" The boy was about to say something, but Domeric removed the hood, and the boy's eyes widened before he started stuttering and apologizing.
"Go inform Master Tobho Mott that I'm here." He said, putting the boy out of his misery.
The boy gulped and nodded before running back inside the water wheel run forge.
Five minutes later, he stood beside Tobho Mott and looked at the Full Body Valyrian Armor in wonder.
"I don't know where you got so much Valyrian Steel from. And I don't really care. But this is… the greatest work of my life." Tobho Mott said, looking proudly at the armor that covered every inch of his skin.
He had designed the armor so that it would cover everything except for the joints and eyes.
Of course, he would have to wear magical armor inside to cover for its weaknesses, but with this armor on, no man would ever be able to harm him.
"I assume no one else knows about this except you, right?" He asked the man.
If the knowledge of the Full Body Valyrian Steel Armor leaked out, then all the armies in the world would fall upon his lands in greed.
It was just that valuable. And the truth was that he had done everything in his power to hide the existence of this particular armor. No one knew about it. And he was sure of that. But asking doesn't hurt.
"No one." The Master Blacksmith assured him, and he looked at the armor in front of him.
It was indeed a work of art.
In the chest of armor was a Heart Tree with leaves that looked like hands had individually carved them.
Considering that the master blacksmith has been working on this armor for the past year, that might as well be true.
The shoulder plates of the armor were made of a Direwolf and a Mammoth. Signifying the wargs and the giants, while the serene face on the trunk of the Heart tree signified the Children of the Forest.
The helmet covered all but his eyes, and it looked much simpler. It was so by design because he didn't want any additional weight on the helmet.
The only thing out of place was the sign of the 3 Hallows carved on the forehead of the helmet. Signifying his origins as a wizard and someone who once held the three hallows in his palm.
The whole thing was exquisitely beautiful.
It's a pity that he would have to cover the whole armor with paint to make it look like standard steel armor.
As it was, he didn't want the whole world after him and his people. And that's what would happen if news about him having a full-body Valyrian armor reached the wrong ears.
This armor could bring him prestige, true. But he was not willing to risk the lives of his people for it.
The existence of this armor had to be kept secret, at least for a while longer, but very soon, when the time came, he would not have to hide anything from anyone. Then, the whole world would witness the glory of the only full-body Valyrian armor that now exists.
"An excellent job, Master Tobho Mott. I doubt anyone else in the world could do what you did."
"I just did my best, my lord." The master blacksmith said humbly, but he could feel the man's immense pride in being complimented like that.
"An excellent work deserves an excellent reward." He told the man, "Tell me. What is it you want, Master Tobho Mott?"
The Master Blacksmith smiled but shook his head.
"Working with so much Valyrian steel and creating the only Full Body Valyrian Steel armor was a reward on its own. I dare not ask for more." The man said.
The only full-body Valyrian Steel armor? Well, the man wasn't technically wrong.
So far, all the armors he had found were only the chest piece or the occasional helmet. But no full body armor. This was why he had to resort to creating one for himself.
"Regardless." He told the man, "I can't have it be said that I don't reward excellent work. Plus, I may not want to brag, but I consider myself a fairly generous person. Ask for what you want, and I'll go to lengths to give it to you."
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