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March to the Seagard
POV of Domeric Bolton
As their army crossed the Neck, they heard the news about Stannis Baratheon leading a pincer attack on the Iron Fleet with the help of the Redwynes. Something that resulted in the total destruction of the Iron Fleet.
From what little he knew about the Iron Islands; he was sure that they had already lost the Rebellion.
Their main strength was laid in naval warfare and despite 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 Islands 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 continued their march toward Seagard where Robert's huge host was camping in all its glory.
As the Northern group entered the main tent where Robert and his most trusted advisers were making plans for the invasion of the Iron Islands, Robert turned around to face Ned 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 uncomfortable, perhaps still remembering the death of Elia and her children but gave a small smile to his king before he knelt in front of his king. The rest of the Northern lords and Domeric followed suit and knelt before the king as well.
"Your grace. The North and its men are at your command." Ned said in a stoic voice.
"Ah get up Ned. There's no need for such formalities between us." Robert said as he bent down and picked his friend up and the rest of the Northern Lords followed. Domeric gazed and almost smiled at the fat Wylis Manderly getting up from his position as if it was the toughest task in the world.
"You brought your son as well Ned?" Robert asked and Domeric looked up to see that Robert was looking at him and so was everyone else in the tent.
He looked back unflinchingly at the king, and no one spoke for a moment before he bowed his head "Lord Domeric Bolton in your service, your grace."
"Hah! You're a Bolton then. What's happened to your father boy? Is he sick or something?" Robert asked in his booming voice and Domeric eyes narrowed for a moment, but he simply nodded his head.
"He died while leeching 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 laughing to himself. Something which was immediately followed by the king.
Some of the lords like Tywin Lannister, Ned Stark, Ser Barristan Selmy, and some others stayed silent.
Domeric let out a sigh as he realized that he couldn't let them laugh at his dead 'father' as it would be seen as a weakness.
So, he put his hands behind his back and then materialized his Holly wand from his tattoo before quickly using it. A loud howl echoed loudly outside, quickly silencing every single person in the tent before they heard some screams and shouts coming from outside.
Then the flap of the tent burst open and his direwolf entered the tent with a snarl, scaring the shit out of everyone while many lords including Rickard Karstark fell back on the bums.
Domeric turned to 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 sniffed the lord's throat who was panting 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 in the tent 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 turned to 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.
"Your Grace." He said and bowed before he climbed on Grim's back and left.
Later he heard about all the humiliation that Rickard Karstark had suffered. His sons Torrhen and Harrion Karstark had also come to his camp and told him to come 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 action 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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