Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Birthday of the Wolf Part 2
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- Percival Bolton POV -
- Winterfell – The North – Westeros – 268 A. C -
"Where is Lady Stark?" asked my father, referring to Lyarra Stark, who was Rickard's wife and aunt.
"Oh, she's at rest. She takes care of Lyana and she takes care of herself. This pregnant woman of, if she is a man, Benjen, or a woman, Mina", replied the Warden of the North with a smile. To which my father nodded.
"It is fortunate that House Stark is blessed with another son, it is a pity that Lady Penuria has left us", my father said with a sigh, and it is true. A few years ago my mother had fallen ill and died. How? Well, I had to poison her.
It's true that it was sudden, but it was necessary. Because because of the cold eyes I had since childhood, the woman feared me, and treated me almost like a bastard. Which made the neutral relationship I had with my father because of my questionable appearance better. He didn't get along very well with his wife, with me here he had an "ally. "
I didn't really care that someone so insignificant feared me or rejected me, but the problem was when I started to get in the way when I used people to test my alchemy or magic, or when I locked myself in my lab. I guess she still cared about me as her son, but that didn't take away how annoying she was. A total obstruction.
The first thing to do with this kind of situation is to remove the hindrances. And it was as easy as a drop of blood falling into a lunch or a glass of wine. And with my skill I can generate any kind of poison, with the characteristics I want. So it's not a real problem to simulate a natural death long enough.
"I still have to apologize for not attending her funeral, it was a real tragedy", Rickard said with real guilt. Starks idiots, feeling guilty for someone who hates them and would kill them if I had the chance.
"There is no need for an apology, my lord, there are always contingencies", replied Marlon, and Lord Stark could only nod.
After that meeting with the Starks outside the guest area, there was a ceremony where only the House Stark vassals participated at The North. Why? Well, we were at Godswood of Winterfell, a small forest within the wall in a remote area of the fortress.
This forest is full of white wood trees and red leaves. But the most particular are the hollow faces "carved" in the trees. But the truth is that they are not carved, they grow naturally with the tree.
Its origin is as old as Winterfell itself, as it was built on this specific site by the forest. Around to honor the Old Gods, the religion followed by the First Men. It was replaced by the Andalusian invasion, bringing with it Faith of the Seven. The current religion of all Westeros except The North and Iron Islands. The last one is a prayer to Drowned God.
So you can conclude that this forest is over 10,000 years old, as are Winterfell and The Wall. All being built by Bran "The Builder" Stark. Founder of House Stark, and also known as King of Winter, the first King in the North in history.
At the ceremony, everything went pretty fast, and a blessing from the gods was given to the little one, as well as to the unborn child. And after that there was a banquet. Robert Baratheon was a year younger than me, so he was only six, so he wasn't getting drunk or fucking whores, but he was showing a cheerful behavior. Constantly making fun of Eddard Stark. While Arryn had a serious conversation with Lord Stark. Probably evaluating the fact that Lord Arryn took Ned Stark as his ward. I don't know what year will happen, but I doubt that fact will change. This is likely since on many occasions, Steffon Baratheon, Lord of House Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of Stormlands. Who is also the husband of Lady Cassana Baratheon, formerly Cassana Estermont, of House Estermont.
Both Cassana and Steffon had black hair, although the girl was a bit lighter. But they showed typical Stormland traits, like good Baratheon and Estermont.
Steffon, of course, was the father of Robert, and also of Stannis Baratheon. Whereas in the future it would be, in addition to the two of them, Renly Baratheon.
While Eddard was with Robert, Rickard was, like a true gallant, flirting with noble ladies here and there. Although they were all focused on my elegant, beautiful appearance. I had an exotic and mysterious touch on my figure, which was deadly to all women. Which earned me jealous glances from the oldest of the Stark brothers, Brandon.
"Why don't you leave me a couple?" Brandon said, speaking from one side with a mocking smile, but I only looked at him with my dark eyes with no visible emotion on my face.
"What?" I asked as if I hadn't listened, though I tried to block a small incoming smile. Seeing this guy made me old instincts. Fucking his wife in her own bed. But he was only seven, and he didn't have a wife, or even a girlfriend.
Seeing my answer, he put on an uncomfortable face, even a little blushed from talking to him on the air while trying to act great.
"It's nothing", he said, and then retired and went to speak with other lords and ladies.
Nothing interesting happened the rest of the party. House Martell had been invited but didn't come, as did the people from The Crown. Who would imagine in the future that the heir to the throne Rhaegar Targaryen himself would fall so in love with Lyanna Stark, to the point of causing a civil war throughout the territory, probably the biggest one seen since the Dragon Dynasty occupied the place?
"How are you doing, son?" my father, Marlon Bolton, asked me as I took some air in the courtyards. It was already night and they were just drunk and lucky looking for a pussy, just as drunk as they were. None a choice for me, for being a child, or for my father, for being an important Lord. The King is the only one who can act like this without repercussions, as Robert will in the future.
"Nothing special, not that I have much to do"
"Have you seen any lady you're interested in? You're pretty popular, way more than the brat Stark. Well done", my father told me, and I had to control myself not to put my black eyes on white. Compete to this point. . . It's pathetic.
"Future promised? No, there's nothing that interests me about the houses that came. "
"Uh, that's complicated. House Bolton doesn't have much to do with the other houses. We only have relationships with people from The North, Riverlands, The Vale and Stormlands. But there aren't many opportunities with Dorne, Westerlands or The Reach. To talk about Crownlands", he commented.
"I'm clear, that's why I want to explore Westeros in the future. Get to know different places and. . . maybe also women"
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