章節 99: Chapter 99
"How far are the Direwolves able to run while wearing the Chainmails?" he asked Varamyr who chewed on an apple and made a moaning noise filled with satisfaction that he did not want to hear coming from any man.
"Just as far as they usually do." Varamyr replied "A little less perhaps. But the chain mails you gave us are far too light and don't really burden the wolves all that much."
"And are the chain mails able to hold up well under arrows?" he asked, feeling a little irritated at how casually Varamyr took this whole thing. Hell, if he had not thought about creating body armor fo the direwolves then Varamyr would have never even asked for it. The man was either oblivious or he didn't care for his bonded animals all that much.
"Umm… Yes. They hold up decently enough. At least I've yet to see any of my wolves get hurt under the arrows. You did a good job with the chain mails kid." Varamyr
For a moment he thought about reminding the man of his position as a lord and not as a kid but then he thought better of it and decided to let it go for now.
The free folk, as their name implied, are too free spirited. And trying to pull their chains whenever they got out of line would only breed resentment in their hearts.
He could empathise with them as he too considered himself a free spirited man but that didn't change the fact that their attitudes got on his nerves every now and then.
He was about to ask Varamyr to bring him one of the direwolves so that he could check on the chain mails himself when he heard footsteps coming from the distance.
He turned around and found Sansa coming toward him with a few Stark guards following behind her.
"Lady Stark." He said while dismissing Varamyr and telling Varko to remain at a distance, an order that was also obeyed by the Stark guards as he took Sansa on a walk in the godswood surrounding the Castle.
"My lord… Is father really calling us back home?" asked the naive girl in a somewhat worried voice.
It seems like Sansa had been enamored colored walls, richly furnished rooms, the fountain, the tiled floors, the soft beds, the flushed toilets and showers along with the myriad of other changes he had brought to Dreadfort to make it resemble a modern mansion.
He doubt that she would be able to look at Winterfell the same way after living in such luxury for so long.
"The situation is… more complicated than that." He told her, wanting to use compulsion magic on her to not ask such complicated questions from him and ruin his day but holding himself back because of his own rules.
"How?" she asked.
For a moment he wanted to tell her to not think about it too much as it was an adult matter but then he realized that if he didn't tell her then she'll remain naive and nothing will change.
So he told her.
About the history of the Starks and his aunt. About how Brandon Stark promised marry his aunt and took her maidenhead but couldn't follow on his promise because his father betrothed him to the Tully. About how his aunt was later married to William Dustin who later died in a war when he went with Lord Ned Stark to rescue his sister Lady Lyanna Stark.
About how Lord Stark brought back the body of his sister but left behind the body of William Dustin due to the circumstances.
By the end of it, he told Sansa about all the reasons why his aunt hated her family. And that no one was really wrong in this matter. Which was why he didn't try to stop the bickering of his aunt and Lady Stark.
"But when your mother, commented on the marital status of his aunt, that crossed the line." He explained to her. "A very grave insult that no one should have given to my aunt let alone a Stark who her indirectly the reason why she is a Widow in the first place. So you see. I know that my aunt was in the wrong when she threw barbs at you. But I cannot allow your mother to insult my aunt in such a manner either."
"So… there's no letter from father calling us back?" she asked, looking a little confused and hurt.
"No Sansa. That was effectively me punishing Lady Stark for insulting my aunt in front of me." He told her "And before you say otherwise, I've punished Lady Barbrey as well by exiling her to Bolton Port for the next few months for her part in this debacle."
Sansa became quiet at that and stayed that way until she finally turned to look at him with a worried expression "You will not break the betrothal with me, will you?"
"No my lovely lady." He said as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles, getting an embarrassed giggle out of her "I'll not break the betrothal from my side. Though I can't say that same for your father. You mother is rather angry at me at the moment and might influence his decisions."
"I… I'll talk with my father." She said with conviction that seemed entirely alien on her face "I don't to break the betrothal with you. I want to marry you and… and be your wife and give you lots and lots of children."
How the girl was able to say such words with such an earnest expression would always remain beyond his understanding.
Lord Stark had followed on the agreement and had removed the Septa's influence from Sansa but it was too late in that regards. The Septa had already filled Sansa's head with ideas about how a lady's task was to remain loyal to the lord and give him lots of children or crap like that.
The whole thing frankly disgusted him to no end. The fact that Lady Catelyn hired the Septa who taught these things to Sansa lowered his opinion of the woman even further.
"I'm sure you will Lady Sansa." He managed to say in the end with a not too strained expression and continued the walk before she could say anything more in this topic.
"There's one more thing Lord Bolton." Sansa said demurely after she caught up to him.
"Go ahead." He told her, wanting to take out the information with a legilimency probe but holding himself back due to his own rules.
"I… I wanted to see… wanted to ask you… if you could show me the 'Titanic'?" she asked in a hopeful voice and he stopped walking and turned to her with pursed lips.
"The shipyard is half a day away from Dreadfort my lady." He told her "If we go now, then it'll be night time by the time we return. Did you take your mother's permission for this?"
Sansa looked uncomfortable under his gaze but nodded at him.
He pursed his lips as he thought about this for a moment before he turned to one of the guards who were given the task to guard Sansa.
"Jory." He called out to the man who moved forward to meet him.
"Yes my lord."
"Be a good man and tell Lady Catelyn Stark that I've granted Lady Sansa's wish and would be taking her to the Shipyard to show her the 'Titanic'. Also tell her that we'll return to Dreadfort my evening and that she can spent the night in Dreadfort. You can leave for Winterfell tomorrow in the morning."
"My lord…"
"Yes. Lady Catelyn had give her permission for this trip. Go now." He told the man who bowed and left to give the message to Lady Catelyn Stark.
Then he turned to Sansa once again and smiled "Let's get a horse carriage for you my lady."
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