Chapter 224: Important News
Bolton Lands
POV of Domeric Bolton
The safest course of action was to try to stop White Walkers at the Wall. Because if the White Walkers crossed the Wall, then the North would be fucked.
'Fuck.' The whole thing irritated Domeric to no end.
He plopped down on the ground and stared up at the clear blue sky above him.
"You tired already?" Ygritte asked, sitting on a tree stump and reading the book he had asked her to read.
As one of the Great Lords of North, no woman of his should be illiterate.
Well… she was not really illiterate after all these years, but he wanted her to know more about the world.
She had become pricklier and more sarcastic ever since then.
"My back hurts." He told her as he rolled on the grass, trying to massage his back with his hands. It worked, but only a little.
She put the book down and walked up to him before she sat down beside him.
"Do you want me to massage your back, Domeric Bolton?" she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Since when did you learn how to give a massage? I'm surprised you even know the word."
"Ha, ha." She deadpanned, "Do you want it or not?"
"Are you doing this so you can escape your studies?" he asked.
"And if I am?"
He looked at her defiant expression for a moment before he smiled.
"Very well then. I suppose I could let you off the hook for now. Climb on."
She smiled, climbed on his back, and started giving him a back massage.
It was not very good, but it was decent enough.
Two minutes into the massage, his communication mirror vibrated in his pocket with much more intensity than usual, indicating an important message or an emergency.
"Love." He said, and Ygritte got up from his back and handed him the magical mirror.
He took the call, and Lyra's face came to him.
The unconcerned look on her face calmed him down a little. "What is it, Lyra?" he asked.
"The Hand of the King, Lord Jon Arryn, died last night." She told him, and his eyes widened.
"How did it happen?" he asked.
"My spies told me that he and Lysa had a fight a week ago. It seems the Hand of the King intended to send his son Robin to Lord Stark as a ward with the King's escort. After that, she went to meet Petyr Baelish. That said, Jon Arryn was also starting to investigate the bastards of King Robert. So, the Lannisters are also a suspect. I'm afraid that to find out the truth, you'll have to do this task on your own, my lord."
"Nah! I have more important things to do right now." He said. "Plus, I don't really care who did it. But what is King Robert doing about it?"
"He is… convinced that it was a high fever. It seems that the Grand Maester Pycelle did a good enough job of fooling him. But he did change the plans regarding his journey to Winterfell. Instead of taking only 200 riders, he is now bringing 500, along with his family. He probably wants to arrange a betrothal between one of his children and one of Lord Eddard Stark's children. Oh, for the record, Lysa Arryn took her son and the Arryn men and left King's Landing for the Vale that very night after Jon Arryn died."
Domeric considered Layra's words for a moment. If the fat king were considering betrothing one of his children to one of Lord Stark's children, it would most likely be a betrothal between Arya Stark and Tommen Baratheon.
After all, the betrothal agreement between Sansa and Domeric was still intact. While Domeric didn't particularly care about it and wouldn't hesitate to break it with mutual consent in the future, Lord Stark couldn't unilaterally break it.
Because it would be a grave insult to House Bolton, and civil wars had been fought for lesser reasons in the past. And Domeric would not tolerate such an insult either. If Lord Stark wanted to break this agreement, he would have to do so through mutual understanding with Domeric.
Therefore, only Arya Stark remained. Unless, of course, the king was considering betrothing his daughter to one of the Stark boys, but that was unlikely.
The reason Tommen Baratheon was more likely than Joffrey Baratheon was primarily that Arya and Tommen were closer in age, and Joffrey was the heir apparent to the Seven Kingdoms.
The Lannisters and other ambitious houses in the south were unlikely to allow this.
And frankly, he felt sorry for the girl who married Joffrey. She would probably have a miserable life.
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Lord Stannis was also preparing the Royal Fleet." She said, "He was often seen with Lord Jon Arryn, and I suspect that he also guessed about the royal children's true parentage. I think he wants to leave King's Landing and go back to Dragonstone with the Royal Fleet. Though I have no idea what he plans to achieve by doing that."
"Anything else?" he asked.
"Hmm… Yeah. Two more assassins tried to kill Tyrion this week. Thanks to your magical protection and the guards you arranged, it didn't work. I think Tyrion sent their head back to his father. And their cocks to his sister."
At least the number of people trying to assassinate Tyrion has decreased by a significant amount.
"Anything else?" he asked, hoping that Lyra would simply tell him everything at once.
"Khal Drogo seemed to have accepted Illyrio Mopatis's offer. At least I think so. I don't know why else he would turn his whole Khalasar and start moving toward Pentos."
"Take the Gemini Project proposal to the Targaryen girl. I want you to handle this matter directly. Try to persuade her as much as possible, but don't use force. Ultimately, it's her decision. Anything else?" he asked, and she shook her head.
"Aside from the construction of the newer and bigger Dragonglass weapon manufacturing factories. No. That's all."
"Keep me updated if anything interesting happens."
She nodded before she lowered the mirror until it was nestled well between her legs, and he could see the blonde curly hair and the pink slit hiding in between them.
She put two fingers in between the slit and spread them apart to show the warm and slick hole to him.
Then she changed the direction of the mirror so that he could look at her naked breasts and her flushed and mischievous face.
"Later." She whispered sensually and cut the connection.
He let out a sigh, lowered the mirror, and came face to face with the frosty expression of Ygritte.
"You seem to have enjoyed your 'talk' with her." She said as she pointed at his pants, which were now sporting an erection.
He pulled Ygritte by her arms and threw her on the ground before he climbed on top of her. "She's been trying to seduce me for a good while now. Even before we were a thing," he said as he caressed her cheeks and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "If I didn't fall for her seduction then, then I won't fall for it now, when I have a woman I already love."
He then took her hands and put them above her head. This task has been a lot harder since he enhanced her body.
"Now, how about we take care of that?" He said, pointing at his pants.
"What about my study?" Ygritte asked, feigning reluctance even if her breath was already starting to become heavier.
He thought about something and then smiled. He pulled her up and sat her on his lap in a cowgirl position. Then, with an Accio spell, he summoned the book to him and handed it to the girl.
"Start reading." He told her as he lowered her breeches and started rubbing the small nub at the top of her slit.
Her breath hitched at his playing, and she put a hand on his chest to steady herself.
He stopped and gave her a look, "Start reading."
Her hips buckled against his thumb in desperation, but when nothing happened, she finally opened the book and started reading from it.
The rest of the evening was quite delightful.
Seeing the Children of the Forest run away once they saw him and Ygritte fucking out in the open was also hilarious.
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