Dreadfort CastlePOV of Domeric Bolton

  "You want a piece of nd?" Roose Bolton asked and even though he didn't show it, Harry (or Domeric as he was called now), could easily sense his surprise by reading his surface thoughts.

  "Yes. A piece of nd with a small keep which I could rule under your name." He said and took out a map that he'd borrowed from Maester Wolkan and pointed his fi one of the dots in the map "Lord Mollen died i war without any heirs and his keep is now being run by a Casteln. You could take this as a test and see if I'm really worthy of being your heir or not. Allow me to rule this keep in your name. You send one of your men with me to check my progress." He finished, subtly using the pulsion charms to make him more amiable to his suggestion.

  After all, House Bolton was one of the greatest houses in the North and was the lord of a rge tract of nd with many smaller houses u. Roose Bolton didn't have anything to lose by allowing him to rule a small keep of his own. It would be a good learning experience for him, and he could start his pns to moderhe world by a small amount away from the prying eyes of other people.

  He waited patiently as he Roose Bolton stood up from his chair ao the window and gazed outside at the sery in front of him and he cursed himself for losing eye tact with the man and the legilimency e along with it.

  Both of them stayed quiet as he patiently waited for his answer.

  In the end, Roose Bolton asked "Do you know why your aunt is here Domeric?"

  "No" he replied, even though he knew why she was here in Dreadfort when she had her own castle to run.

  She wanted him to act as a page for her.

  She wao teach him about ruling herself as he was her beloved nephew.

  And the inal Domeric would not only have learnt a lot from her but would have also been quite thankful for her support.

  But he was not the inal Domerid he doubted that there were many things a woman from a medieval era could teach him. Even if the woman was the dy of a castle.

  "She has requested me to send you along with her to act as her page." Roose Bolton said in his soft monotone voice "And I'm ined to accept her request, even though your own idea was a good one and had a lot of merit."

  'So, the pulsion charms failed. Oh well, it won't be the first time it has happened.'

  "So, you pn to seo Barrowton with her?" he asked.

  "Yainst the idea?" Roose Bolton asked without looking at him and he wondered how to respond to that.

  He wao stay in Dreadfort and start a revolution in his nds by allowing people tress with the help of his magid modern-day knowledge. Going to Barrowton and ag as Aunt Barbrey Dustin's page would destroy any ce of that happening. And as much as he loved his aunt, he khat he would be in no position to make any decision in Barrowton.

  But he could also see that Roose Bolton had already made up his mind and wouldn't budge on his decision.

  "I'm not opposed to your decision." He said carefully "But I'm your only son and the heir of Dreadfort. Ae eople might believe, we Boltons are different from the rest of the North. We're more ambitious than others and are the only house that has challehe Starks time and time again and still stood against the test of time. I see that going with Aunt Barbrey would be good for me, but I believe that staying here in Dreadfort and learning from you would be more beneficial in the long term."

  Roose Bolton turned around and looked at him with a pierg gaze and he used a subtle pulsion charm to affect his decision.

  But in the end, Roose simply shook his head and said "You have a good point. But I've already made an agreement with your aunt. You'll go to Barrowton with her at the end of her visit and act as her page for the hree years."

  Like hell he was going to waste that much time learning something that he already knew. "Yes father." He said and decided that it was finally time to remove Roose Bolton from this world.

  After all, he had already stayed within the castle food two weeks. And most, if not all the people in the castle were now loyal to him.

  It was finally time to remove Roose Bolton from the game.

  He took out his Weirwood wand and poi at Roose who looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

  "Defluet Mortem" he cast and a red ball of energy flew out of his wand and struck Roose Bolton's chest whose eyebrow grew at the dispy and before Roose could shout out to his guards, he cast an obliviate on the man.

  The wand in his hand turned warm from the amount of magic that was just eled through it. After all, the Withering curse was rather a dark and powerful curse.

  The curse would take some time to show its true effects. But when it does, his 'father' won't know what hit him. Roose Bolton will die within two weeks, and everyone will just assume it to be a natural death.

  No doubt would be cast on him and he'll i Dreadfort and all its nds by the right of successiohough he'll have to rule under a regent for the time being.

  Roose's gzed eyes sharpened once again as the effects of the Obliviation charm wore off a up from his chair and asked, "If there's nothing else my lord."

  Roose blinked for a moment and then gave him a nod "Yes. You leave."

  He went out of the room and as he closed the door, he wondered if he should feel a bit bad about killing a man who was essentially the father of the body that he was in. He probably shouldn't.

  Over the past two weeks, he had read Roose's mind as well as the mind of his most loyal subordinates and knew what kind of twisted man Roose Bolton was.

  Plus, he had killed far too many dark wizards in his time as the head of DMLE to care about someone who had done worse deeds than those dark wizards.

  He won't lose any sleep over Roose Bolton's death.

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