Chapter 257: Jealous Ygritte
Winterfell, Stark Lands
POV of Domeric Bolton
"Do you realize that by offering to do so, you're not only fleeing from King's Landing and Prince Joffrey, but you're also abandoning your family? You won't see them again for a long time, perhaps never again." Domeric asked.
"Does it matter? After I go to the Red Keep, even if I don't die at the hands of Joffrey the Sadist, who knows when I'll ever see my family again. At least Dreadfort is a lot closer." She said.
"Well... You're right about that. If you're determined, then I have a solution in mind. I can have someone else take your place and take you to Dreadfort, to my aunt's side. That way, you can continue to train under her. But while you're in Dreadfort, you'll need to disguise yourself and use a different name." Domeric offered.
"I agree. But won't people notice that someone else has replaced me? My family will definitely notice." Sansa asked a little worriedly.
"You don't need to worry about that. You can ask Lyra for more details when you arrive at the Dreadfort. For now, I just need a strand of your hair." Domeric strand.
"A strand of my hair? Uh... sure." Sansa looked a little surprised, but without hesitation, she pulled out a few strands and handed them to Domeric.
"Good. I'll come to your room tonight after everyone else is in their bed. So don't go to sleep early." Domeric said, taking the strands of hair from Sansa's hand.
Meanwhile, Sansa's face flushed red at Domeric's words, and his voice trembled as he replied, "O ... Okay."
When Domeric saw Sansa's attitude, he realized she had misunderstood.
'Seriously, what's the matter with medieval era girls? A 13-year-old girl shouldn't even know about these things,' Domeric thought.
"Oi. What are you thinking? I'll bring your replacement to your room tonight and take you to Dreadfort. Be prepared. But your replacement will need your belongings; don't take them with you. You can buy new items and clothes at the Dreadfort."
"Oh. I understand," Sansa said, but she sounded disappointed.
"Oi... Never mind. Just get ready for the night. You should go back now. If people see you here, they'll start gossiping," Domeric said.
"Okay. I'd love to hear gossip about us, but... I'll see you tonight," Sansa said with a smile and turned to leave.
-Hahhh.
Domeric is really starting to think he'll never understand women. Then he turned and headed towards the door of the room.
When he entered the room, he saw Ygritte sitting on her bed while Varko and Raksa were nowhere to be found.
"Where's Raksa and Varko?" he asked.
"Guarding this building." She said, "They've stopped any Red Cloak from trying to enter this building. The Red Cloaks attempted to object, but after looking at the blood-covered face of Raksa… they didn't seem that keen." She chuckled before she got up, sauntered up to him with her hips swinging widely, and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
"What was that for? Not that I object," he asked.
"That silly girl kissed you." She said with a smirk, "I just wanted to remind you who you belong to."
"You heard that?"
"I saw that." She replied and pointed at the door. "There's a keyhole in the door, and both of you were standing right outside it."
He nodded. "Yeah… she caught me off guard. Sorry about that."
"I know." She nodded and made him sit on the chair before she straddled his lap. Then her smirk fell, and she became serious. "What do you plan to do with her?"
"My aunt seems to care more about her than she lets on. That's why I can't let Sansa go to King's Landing to be with Joffrey the Sadist—her moniker, not mine." Domeric said.
"So, you let her come to Dreadfort and convince me to be your second wife or lover." She said.
"Ugh... Not exactly. You know I'm not good at that kind of talk. So, I'm just passing them on to you. After all, there's nothing they can do unless you give them your permission, right?" Domeric said innocently.
"Hmm. What if I greenlight one of them?" she asked.
"What? Ugh... You wouldn't do something like that, would you, Ygritte?" Domeric asked a little fearfully.
"Who knows. Maybe one day my Free Folk blood will prevail," she said mischievously, leaning toward Domeric to kiss him.
They remained that way for a long moment, making out until they finally had to separate to take a breath.
"As much as I want for this to continue…" she whispered in his ear. "I think you have a duel you need to prepare for."
Then his eyes became serious once again, though, with her straddling him and her beauty, that only served to arouse him even more.
"Focus." She said as she felt his cock rising under her crotch. "Are you sure you can defeat the blonde?"
"I was able to defeat Varko after I enhanced myself." He said. "And I've gotten much better since then."
"Still, you should talk with Varko. Ask about the blonde's fighting style and anything you might use against him." She said. "I know a Valyrian sword doesn't matter to you much, but your sword is no ordinary Valyrian sword, so I don't want you to lose it. And I don't want to lose you either."
Domeric smiled and rose from the chair. She wrapped her legs around him in order not to fall to the ground, and he smirked and put her down on the bed.
The next moment, his lips were on her neck. His hardened cock rubbed against her rapidly warming crotch, and he bit and sucked on her neck while pinching her nipples now and then.
Ygritte let out a moan, and he separated from her.
Looking at her red cheeks and disheveled hair, he felt the urge to go down on her once again, but held himself back.
"We'll continue this after the duel." He told her.
Because even if he knew that he would most likely win against the Kingslayer, he still wanted to take every advantage he could get.
In his more than a decade of work as an auror, he had learned not to underestimate his opponent, even if they seem vastly weaker than you.
He had lost a good few men to such thinking, and he wasn't going to underestimate Jamie Lannister.
"Hmm." She nodded and said. "Sansa. What would you have done about her if your aunt hadn't cared for him? Would you have taken him to the Dreadfort again?"
"Nope. The Starks made their choice. I don't owe them anything, after all. I would probably wipe Sansa's memory of our conversation and send her back. After all, upsetting the future Queen wouldn't be a wise decision."
Ygritte nodded. "Did you ever wipe my memory?"
He frowned and put his hand on her cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes, and said, "I never use any magic on my loved ones. Especially mind magic. It is one of the laws that fucked me in the arse once before. When Gin… that girl betrayed me. But I have never broken my vow to myself. I don't use mind magic on those who're dear to me."
Ygritte looked at his eyes for a long moment, searching for any lies, before she finally nodded and moved forward to touch her soft and thin lips against his own.
Domeric then reluctantly left the room to find Varko.
He also needed to make a quick stop at Dreadfort to make some preparations for Sansa.
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