Chương 59: Chapter 59
Domeric looked at the snow falling outside Winterfell and took out his wand before casting a warming charm on himself and his aunt who was standing beside him.
"Thank you." She said warmly as they went back to looking at the snow in a peaceful silence.
"I don't like summer snow." He said after a long while and she turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Why not?" she asked curiously.
He wanted to say that it was because it disrupted the lives of the smallfolk who had to continue their hard work in the cold weather and risk losing their lives to the cold but he knew that his aunt or any other lord or lady in this medieval era didn't cared about the people as much as he did. So there was really no point in explaining it to her.
"I have my reasons." He said after a long moment and she continued to look at him for answers for a while before she finally gave a shrug and went back to looking at the snow falling in the Winterfell courtyard.
The snowfall would only last a few hours and the snow would melt away by the end of the day but that didn't make it any less annoying.
He was just glad that the summer snow didn't fall while they were on their way to Winterfell. That would have been annoying.
After a bit of silence, he turned to his aunt and asked "You met with Lady Stark yesterday?"
Her calm expression turned frosty at once at the reminder of Catelyn Stark who was betrothed to the man that she once loved. Brondon Stark, who died in Kings Landing many many years ago.
"I did." She said, clearly unwilling to say anything more on the subject.
He decided to not push it and instead asked "And what about their daughter. Sansa Stark. Did you talk with her?"
"For a small moment. Yes." She said and pursed her lips, clearly unwilling to say anything more about the girl but he kept looking at her and she finally gave in and continued.
"Sansa Stark is a naive little child who has her head filled with chivalrous knights and beautiful ladies and thinks that the South is a magical place from the songs." She said with pursed lips and he almost groaned at that description. Almost.
"So she's dumb?" he asked with some amusement wondering about the best way he could turn down this betrothal.
After all, while he was interested in creating an alliance with the Starks so that there won't be a civil war in the North, he was not going to marry a foolish girl who didn't deserve to be his wife for that.
"No. I won't say that she's dumb. But she definitely needs a wake up call before it's too late." His aunt said "And removing the influence of the Septa from her life would definitely be a good thing."
"The septa?" he asked.
"Who else would fill her head with all those Southern songs if not her if not the septa." His aunt said with some steel in her voice.
"Are you sure you don't like the septa because of her teaching Lord Stark's children about the Faith of the Seven?" he asked and she pursed her lips once more but didn't reply.
It was understandable.
He himself didn't like the Faith of the Seven as it reminded him of all the negative points of the Medieval church in Europe.
The church that burnt innocent girls by naming them witches.
He had no doubt that if his magical powers came to light then the Faith of the Seven would definitely not look upon him favourably.
He rather liked the Old Gods' philosophy of 'live and let live' in that regard.
"Do you want to create a snow man?" he finally asked after a long silence and she turned shook his head almost immediately.
After all, it would be rather unseemly of a lady to play games like children. And Lady Barbrey was nothing if not a proper lady.
He gave a shrug and covered himself with another warming charm and went down the stairs with the plan to create a large snow man.
There were few other ways to pass time in this medieval world.
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