WILOW-Ch.393: The Approaching Lannister Army
Domeric's Rescue Unit Camp
POV of Domeric Bolton
Domeric looked down at the ground from above and noticed the Lannister army slowly getting to the Golden Tooth.
The Northern and Vale army was two days behind.
His men had done a splendid job of delaying the Lannister army.
In fact, they were so good that he was afraid that they would cause the Lannister army to be routed before they even reached anywhere close to the Golden Tooth.
But if that happened, then Tywin would take the remaining men still under his command and escape south and try to enter the Westerlands from the Deep Den.
He just couldn't let Tywin escape.
Tywin Lannister was not the kind of man who would let grudges go. So, he had to end Tywin right here.
No. He didn't only need to end Tywin Lannister, but he needed to end the whole Lannister army led by him as a show of power to the whole of Westeros.
Domeric also had different ideas about Tywin and Gregor Clegane, also known as the Mountain.
He knew that Dorne wouldn't easily fall under another Targaryen rule.
But he was already planning to make Dorne a separate kingdom, and Tywin and Gregor Clegane would be a lovely gift of goodwill for his visit to Dorne.
He had already managed to capture Gregor Clegane, and frankly, it had been easier than he had anticipated.
After Tywin tasked Gregor Clegane with protecting the front and right flanks of his army, all his men had to do was provoke these flanks and slowly hunt down the men.
And from the very first day, Gregor Clegane, unable to control his anger, had pursued his men. Of course, into the trap they had set.
After Gregor Clegane's men were eliminated one by one, the Mountain found himself in front of Raksa the Giantess.
Frankly, his men awaited a legendary fight. But even without using all her strength, Raksa had managed to knock Gregor Clegane to the ground in ten blows, leaving him unable to rise again.
And he was certain that if he hadn't given Raksa a blunt-edged sword, the Mountain would have been split in two.
But still, he intended to beautifully recount Raksa the Giantess's legendary victory over the Mountain at his newspaper after Tywin Lannister's army was defeated.
And the reason he waited was that he didn't want to demoralize the Lannister army further, causing them to flee.
Because the army's morale was literally hanging by a thread at the moment.
Domeric looked around and saw his own army setting up the trap two days' walking distance away from the Tooth.
If this trap worked, then his chances of destroying Tywin Lannister's army would increase by a great deal.
He looked at the Tooth, and there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary there.
Once he was sure that everything was going as it was supposed to go, his consciousness came back to the camp in the forest and entered his body.
He closed his eyes and shook his head to remove the disorienting effects left by using the Valyrian Glass candle.
He started stretching his back when he heard an 'Ahem' behind him.
He was startled and turned around to find Varko standing behind him with his full black Dark Knight armor.
He calmed his racing heart and gave a glare to the man who gave him an apologetic look.
"Apologies, my lord. You were doing your thing, and I didn't want to disturb you." He said.
And how the hell could he remain angry at someone so loyal to him?
"It's alright." He said, waving his apologies aside.
"What brought you here, Ser Varko?" He asked with a mischievous smile.
He knew Varko still hadn't gotten used to the titles that came after he was declared an Imperial Knight and became Commander of the Dark Knight unit.
And he had no intention of refraining from teasing him till Varko got used to it.
"Lady Sansa came and asked for an audience," Varko replied.
Although Varko tried not to show it, Domeric knew from his furrowed brows that his teasing still affected him.
Then he asked. "This late at night?"
"Yes, my lord. She has been waiting outside for the past ten minutes."
He frowned.
"Did she say what she wanted?" he asked.
"She didn't say what she wanted but…" Varko paused.
"But what?"
"…I don't think she's wearing anything under her cloak, my lord."
He almost groaned at that. Almost.
As it was, he only face-palmed himself.
"Do you think she's trying to seduce me, Varko?" he asked.
"She has been in captivity for the past half a year. During that time, the Northern army sat on the other side of Trident and did nothing else while you destroyed two Lannister armies and took two impenetrable castles, forcing the Lannisters to trade her back to the North. And then you killed her captors and saved her." Varko said, "Considering that she was in love with you even before this whole fiasco, I'm fairly certain that she will try to seduce you."
He stared at Varko for a long moment and then sighed, "A yes or no would have done the job just as well." He said. "But you know it wasn't her who experienced these things, right? It was the mannequin that took her place."
"And you know, my lord, that she watched the memories of the mannequin daily, and that you are the one who prevented what happened to the mannequin from happening to her?" Varko said.
"Touché… Do I really have to meet her? He asked.
"She has been waiting outside in the cold with only a single layer of cloth for the past ten minutes," Varko said, and Domeric closed his eyes in frustration.
"You're proving to be very unhelpful here, Varko." He said.
Varko didn't reply, and they spent the next few moments in silence before he looked at Varko and said, "Send her in then."
Varko went out, and half a minute later, Sansa walked in.
He looked at her and clenched his fists in frustration when his cock jumped in response to her presence.
Merlin, she was beautiful.
Well... when Domeric looked at her, he didn't see her current young self, but rather her future self as seen in this world's destiny line.
And the future Sansa Stark would most likely be one of the most beautiful women in Westeros.
And since he made the mistake of leaving Ygritte behind in this mission, mostly so that she could care for Kilgharrah back in Golden Tooth, he had not fucked anyone in more than a week and was horny as fuck.
Being a teenager is really tough.
On top of that, despite being only 14 years old, Sansa looked more than 17, and the figure to go with it didn't help.
Or the fact that she was here, only wearing her cloak with the purpose of seducing him.
Merlin, it would be so easy to raise his hand and pluck the ripe fruit from its branch. Domeric wasn't that kind of person.
Although Sansa was considered old enough to marry by the standards of this world, Domeric's standards were different.
After all, there was a reason why he set the minimum marriage age at 15 in his own lands.
So, he used Occlumency to remove the emotions from his mind and felt himself calm down.
"Sansa. How can I help you?" he asked.
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