Capítulo 9: harvest Festival
Once again we meet after a winter at this harvest festival. I'm sure there are people with questions. I'm sure there are people who think I have demands. I'm going to settle the matters immediately and we'll do it our way. Now tell me, ladies and gentlemen, what do we start this meeting with?''. Rickard could practically see the anger in the eyes of some certain gentlemen while others saw things with open interest.
"I think I speak for everyone when I question you Lord Stark to know how it is possible that you live in a place like this." Lord Ryswell couldn't shut up. He saw Bolton's look but he didn't care since in his eyes this was completely earned just by pointing out that Lord Stark of all things lived a life far superior to that of the people who were supposed to be under his care.
However, Lord Stark only looked at him. He stood where he was looking at him as if he were stupid in some way. For the lord of the horses he was clearly seen as insignificant and he did not want or intend to tolerate that in the least. But before he could say the least, Lord Stark decided it was time to answer.
"To answer your words, Lord Ryswell, I will say that it has been incredible. First, the Stark house does not have the need to buy food in the south thanks to the newest farms in the North. Umber, Dustin, Tallhart, Manderly. All these houses now produce a large amount of food in the North. Together with the Reed house and the lords of the swamp. Now for the first time in years we produce our own food which is more than before''. Rickard could clearly see that everyone in the room was paying attention to him.
"And yet you live here in an impressive house that we can say is monstrously large and good while the so-called gentlemen who are your friends and are producing the food of the north do not have the same luck." Goblet was about to say something else when a calm laugh was heard. All the lords looked at the young heir Stark.
"Excuse me, Lord Glover, but it almost sounded like I was saying that the money I earn in the south through many jobs would have to be given to each gentleman. I used it for the Stark house and the benefits it was. Right now the Stark house had the need for those profits and honestly I don't see why you of all people are someone to tell me the least I do with my money''. Hariric looked annoyed at the man who thought his plot had gone completely unnoticed. Unfortunately, the other gentleman was short-tempered.
"Why is a fucking boy who has barely come out of his mother's tit talking at a meeting of lores?" No one saw it coming. It was too fast. Hariric got up from his seat and before anyone could do anything Hariric had crossed the distance that separated them slipped into his back and hit his face hard against the black wooden table making it sound an unpleasant crunch.
All the gentlemen clearly looked at the act without knowing what to do but Rickard only sighed knowing that that would be his son's answer before hitting him twice more against the table in the area where he was sitting.
"I'm Lord Stark's son. I don't like it when a vassal of mine talks to me as if it were a dirty part of the wall. Although my father could decide to be kinder, I'm not. Be lucky that this is not the south. If it were you, you would be dead on your way home. Your children would have died and your wife raped in the worst way. Remember it when you compare me to those southern pussies''. Hariric growled although inside he felt satisfied.
"It seems that my son had to put it the hard way. The money used in the reconstruction not only of Winterfell but of Wintercity as well as Winter Mine in the south are courtesy of the gold that Hariric got in the south since apparently the southern pussies did not take well that a child from the North came to earn a knowledge that they did not want to give him'''. Rickard could see clearly surprised looks from all the lords of the North.
"It's hard for me to believe and with forgiveness I say this that a child is able to pay for the work of thousands of golden dragons. I'm sorry if I consider it with curiosity but it's hard for me to believe in all the things that somehow you've come to a way to earn large amounts of gold boy''. Ryswell spoke coldly again with what was a touch of anger. The idea that Lord Stark's son was much smarter was a dangerous idea.
"Well, that's what you have when you know how to play gambling. He also won a considerable amount of resources from southern lords who instead of paying with currency paid with resources. As you can see this fortress and what surrounds it is curiously the work of the nobles of the south who kindly paid for it without any doubt and if you have doubts you can always ask my father since he is obviously the one who watches the profits arrive''. Hariric smiled when he saw the look of the noble lords.
"HA it seems that the heir Stark has more where he comes from honestly. I really like what I see if I have to be frank so thank you boy for this. However, is it true that it was you who discovered the plantations that are able to withstand the faith of our beloved home? Because according to the teachers there was nothing like that. Jonrum Umber laughed amused when he saw the different gentlemen who obviously had no affection for the young Stark put in their place.
"Yes, I did and thank you for the thanks. It's not that it was an impossible job or shit like that. It was just a complication because the teachers don't like anyone telling them that they are so full of shit. Anyway, despite that, I think I can say that things went well. I came back with money for the projects I had in mind and here I am.'' Hariric laughed. The Glover's gaze of pure unadulterated fury was there.
"You have mentioned projects so I guess your young Stark has some plans that you want to make present. My exact question is What are you planning for the North and what could be its more than obvious effects?''. Wyman manderly was calm and sitting. At his age he knew that this was not an ordinary child.
"My most exact question is What is this Winter mine? We had no idea of an extension of land of the Stark house like that''. Lord Bolton thought he had seen a weak point but he fell when those eyes looked at him again. Why? Why did it feel like they were looking directly at his fucking soul?
''...They are my plans to make the north the most powerful kingdom''. And that's how the pandemonium broke out.
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