March to the Seagard POV of Domeric Bolton

  As their army crossed the Neck, they heard the news about Stannis Baratheon leading a pita the Iro with the help of the Redwynes. Something that resulted ial destru of the Iro.

  From what little he knew about the Iron Isnds; he was sure that they had already lost the Rebellion.

  Their main strength was id in naval warfare ae how much they may boast about being great warriors, the truth was that they were just as good as any other levy. Except that they were lightly armored and very few in number.

  In fact, he was sure that the Iron Isnds weren't even capable of raising 15,000 men in total while Robert's host had more than 100,000 men in total.

  There was no way that Balon Greyjoy was going to win this Rebellion. Not unless he has a dragon in his possession or some other miraculous advantage.

  Their men tiheir march toward Seagard where Robert's huge host was camping in all its glory.

  As the Northern group ehe mai where Robert and his most trusted advisers were making pns for the invasion of the Iron Isnds, Robert turned around to faed Stark and a huge smile blossomed on his face.

  "Ned. You're finally here." Robert boomed and quickly strode forward before hugging his childhood friend with all his might.

  Domeric could see that Ned looked a little unfortable, perhaps still remembering the death of Elia and her children but gave a small smile to his king before he k in front of his king. The rest of the Northern lords and Domeric followed suit and k before the king as well.

  "Yrace. The North and its me your and." Ned said in a stoic voice.

  "Ah get up here's no need for sualities between us." Robert said as he bent doicked his friend up and the rest of the Northern Lords followed. Dazed and almost smiled at the fat Wylis Manderly getting up from his position as if it was the toughest task in the world.

  "Yht your son as well Ned?" Robert asked and Domeric looked up to see that Robert was looking at him and so was everyone else ient.

  He looked baflingly at the king, and no one spoke for a moment before he bowed his head "Lord Domeric Bolton in your service, yrace."

  "Hah! You're a Bolton then. What's happeo your father boy? Is he sick or something?" Robert asked in his booming void Domeric eyes narrowed for a moment, but he simply nodded his head.

  "He died while leeg himself with an unknown species of leech a few moons ago." He said and the tent fell silent for a moment before Lord Rickard Karstark started ughing to himself. Something which was immediately followed by the king.

  Some of the lords like Tywin Lannister, ark, Ser Barristan Selmy, and some others stayed silent.

  Domeric let out a sigh as he realized that he couldn't let them ugh at his dead 'father' as it would be seen as a weakness.

  So, he put his hands behind his bad then materialized his Holly wand from his tattoo before quickly using it. A loud howl echoed loudly outside, quickly sileng every single person ient before they heard some screams and shouts ing from outside.

  Then the fp of the tent burst open and his direwolf ehe tent with a snarl, sg the shit out of everyone while many lords including Rickard Karstark fell ba the bums.

  Domeric turo Lord Karstark and advanced along with his direwolf at the fallen lord and increased the intimidation level to the maximum until Lord Karstark looked at the Grim's eyes and pissed his pants.

  "You think my father's death is funny Lord Karstark?" He asked softly and caressed the Grim's soft fur as Grim she lord's throat who anting bucket of sweat from his face.

  "N…. No, my lord. It's… it's… not funny." He stammered out quickly and for a moment everyone ient remained silent before Domeric caressed Grim's fur once again and it slowly backed away from the fallen lord who also seemed to be shitted himself from the fear.

  Domeric then turo King Robert who gulped upon feeling the effects of the intimidation spell on him.

  Well, he didn't piss himself so that's saying something.

  "Yrace." He said and bowed before he climbed on Grim's bad left.

  Later he heard about all the humiliation that Rickard Karstark had suffered. His sons Torrhen and Harrion Karstark had also e to his camp and told him to e and suffer their wrath or be called a craven.

  The joke was on them as they were challenging an 8-year-old boy to a duel in order to save their honor. An a that only made them fall even lower in the eyes of the other Northern lords.

  It was likely that House Bolton and House Karstark would not be friends anytime soon.

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