Wizard Lord of Westeros-Chapter 104: Potters and the Redheads

Dreadfort Castle

POV of Domeric Bolton

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Domeric huffed and braced himself for an impact as Varko swung his heavy wooden sword at his shield, sending a jolt of pain through his arms as he tried to stand his ground. At the same time, the older and far more powerful swordsman continued his barrage of attacks on him, forcing him to lower his shield till he couldn't hold it up anymore. And with Varko's one more powerful swing, Domeric's shield dropped to the ground.

"Hold your shield up." Varko chastised him with a frown. "Keep it up to your shoulder and pay more attention to your footing. It might not have seemed like it, but a strong kick could have blown you off like the papers you're so fond of."

"It is not about my shield holding and footing. My body is not strong enough and you know that." Domeric reproached.

"Less whining more working. If your body isn't strong enough, train until it is strong enough. You've already come a long way. Don't give up."

He let out a tired grunt and took a few deep breaths while massaging his sore and tired shield arm before the hellish training started all over again.

As he had expected, his aunt had been upset with him because she had to be separated from him for a while, even though she herself proposed the punishment of exile and voluntarily accepted the mission he gave her.

The problem was that he didn't have any family aside from her and he didn't want her to be upset with him. So, when he had gone to her a few days later to talk with her, she had told him that she'd continue to be upset with him unless he would do her a favor.

The favor had been for him to improve his swordsmanship so that he could win a tourney and make a name for himself in the near future.

Actually, he was already better at swordsmanship techniques than Varko or maybe anyone else in the world. But the problem was his body wasn't strong enough.

And now. Now here he was. Trying to defend himself against one of the best swordsmen in the Seven Kingdoms to improve his body, by constantly getting a beating.

Sure, the swordsman was going easy on him with his power but that still left him beaten, bruised, and sore by the end of the day.

Varko brought his sword up for one powerful strike and Domeric took this moment to change the placement of the shield so that the next blow would be parried away, leaving Varko open for a strike.

He swung his wooden sword at Varko who easily batted away his strike, but Domeric already expected that. He fought back with a turning round strike of his own that allowed him to swipe his sword a few more times against Varko before he locked their swords together and then kicked Varko in the legs, making him stumble pathetically to the ground.

"Footwork." Domeric grinned at Varko, reminding him of his own words. Revenge may be a dish eaten cold, but it definitely tasted better when it was hot.

"Isn't this supposed to be defense training? You're not supposed to attack." Varko said.

"Maybe. But when you fight, Varko, you have to be on your guard for everything. Otherwise, you won't even know when you're dead." Domeric said while still smirking at him.

"Aren't those the words I said to you?"

"What can I say? I learned from the best." Domeric said as he helped Varko to his feet.

"Wow! Briar wasn't lying when she said you were good at this." Ygritte's surprised voice rang from behind him. "You probably can already win against most adult knights with those kinds of fancy moves. But your body is still as weak as grass. I bet a little kid from free folk has a stronger body than you."

He wanted to tell her to 'fuck off' but realized that doing such a thing would be too childish.

So, he used wandless magic and manipulated the branch of a nearby Heart Tree to coil around Ygritte's ankle and pull her up in the air.

She yelped as she was flung up in the air and the arrows in her quiver clattered down to the ground even as she held onto her bow.

Hmm... maybe he should create a magical quiver for her with unlimited arrows and anti-gravitational charm. Considering how she was the best archer in his lands and the main reason why he invited her to his home in the first place.

Well, she was rather good-looking so there was that as well.

Or maybe it was the red hair. His godfather Sirius Black told him that all the Potters had a thing for Redheads.

He shook his head as he noticed that she had taken out a knife and was trying to unsuccessfully cut through the Weirwood branch.

Fun fact, Weirwood might not be as strong and sturdy as Ironwood, but it came a close second.

Seeing her dangling in the air like that, a mischievous idea entered his mind, and he sent a ticking hex in her direction.

A few seconds later, the unrestrained laughter of Ygritte rang in the Godswood.

Leaf came out of an underground cave and glanced at the commotion. She looked emotionlessly at the scene in front of her for a long moment before she shook her head and went back inside her cave.

"Domeric... haahaha... I'm sor... haahaaa. Sorry. Soorrrry. hahahah. Pleasee..." Ygritte managed to say in between bouts of laughter and he got up from the dusted ground and cast a cleaning charm on himself before looking at Ygritte in amusement.

"What? I thought your brother could knock me on my ass. How come you're dangling in the air and flopping like a fish then?" he asked, and Ygritte cursed at him before she quickly apologized and started begging him to let her down.

"Very well then." He said and gently put her down to the ground before removing the ticking hex from her.

So got up from the ground while glaring at him from between her messed-up hair before she took the knife and charged at him with a war cry.

She never reached him as he had been ready for her and various ropes rose from the ground and wrapped themselves around her in a Shibari rope design, highlighting her budding curves and pulling her in the air.

"Put me down you. Argh..." she flopped around in the captivity before she let out a huff and stopped trying.

"You like what you see?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow as she found him staring at her growing curves.

"Hmm... I don't know." He said as he stepped toward her and cupped her cheeks, sending a surface legilimency probe and finding that the ropes grinding against her nether regions had given her a slight arousal. And she was attracted to him and wanted to take her right then and there.

It was not the first time he had felt such thoughts coming from her. In fact, by this point, he had heard such thoughts from so many women that he was not even surprised anymore. However, it did sicken him a little when older women looked at him with desire. That was just plain creepy.

After all, he was the most powerful lord in the North aside from Eddard Stark and the only bachelor around. There was no way that woman wouldn't desire him. Not that he was too proud of that fact because he knew very well that such attraction was only superfluous and none of those women would have glanced at him a second time if he didn't have any magic and was just another commoner instead of being a lord.

But that doesn't mean that he couldn't take advantage of the situation.

He moved forward, pulled Ygritte's face up by her chin, and placed a kiss on her soft and tantalizing lips.

Then he stepped back and smirked evilly at her before turning around and looking at Varko who was waiting patiently for him with a bored look on his face. "Let's continue Varko."

Varko nodded and picked up his wooden sword.

Because even if Domeric had any feelings for the girl, she was still only 15 years old, and that was still a little young for him.

"Hey... Are you just going to leave me here? Domeric!" Ygritte shouted but he ignored her and continued his sparring session with Varko.

Maybe he should go to one of his brothels and do something about the sexual frustration he had been feeling ever since he entered puberty.