Dreadfort CastlePOV of Domeric Bolton

  "You've skipped your lunch." Aunt Barbrey chided gently as she came and stood behind him "And a Lord like you shouldn't get yourself dirty like this. Leave the tasks of gardening to the servants."

  He felt a hint of annoyance rise at her telling him what he should do or not do, but he cmped on that bit of ive emotion a back to pnting the Weirwood sapling. It would likely grow up to be a normal Weirwood tree with no e to the Old Gods instead of the Heart Tree that he wanted. But he'll solve that bit of hurdle iure.

  For now, he was just enjoying himself by doing some simple gardening.

  It always fasated him how he had gained a hobby from something that he was forced to do as a child by Auunia. Cooking had also bee one of his habits nowadays, and he was very good at it, too.

  But his new Aunt, Lady Barbara Dustin, of course, hated it when he partook in such 'lowly' activities that were better left for the servants.

  And in a sense, she was right, too.

  Unlike his position as a Head Auror in his past life, this time, he was a lord. Someone who had to take responsibility for hundreds of thousands of people in his nds.

  And unlike Roose Bolton, who only thought of the people as fodder for his own amusement, he was actually going to take care of them and make sure that they receive a better future.

  For that, he needed more power. And one way of getting more power was to grow some more Heart trees and increase the ambient magi the surroundings as a result, even though he had only met with failure put till this point.

  Of course, his aunt didn't uand it and was adamant in making sure that he only did things that a proper lord should do and not waste his time on things like gardening.

  But still, it was the first time someone had shown familial care for him, and he was going to make sure that nobody could ever harm his aunt.

  Domeric looked at the new Marauder's Map of Dreadfort attached to the wall of his bedroom a out a smile.

  After he had finished his s, he studied the Marauder's map created by his father and his friends. It took time him a whole month to decipher the whole map and find out what kind of runes and charms were used to create su amazing artifact.

  After studying it, he created one of the Ministry of Magic without anyone knowing. Except that this map not only showed the name and location of a person but also its ioward him.

  That single additional charm was something that helped him root out many enemies and spies in the anizatiohe years, something that he was always grateful for.

  And now, he had created one for Dreadfort as well.

  It was not surprising to him that Dreadfort was, in fact, smaller than Hogwarts in terms of size, even though Hogwarts had so few inhabitants living in it.

  With the help of this map, he'll have an easier time rooting out any spies that try to enter his domain.

  But now that he was finished with this task, it was finally time to go and do something that he had been avoiding up till this point.

  He had to go and swear fealty to his liege lord, and the thought alone annoyed him to no end.

  The fact that he would have to kneel and bow in front of the man he didn't even know and swear his allegiance irritated him to no end. It was not his nature to bow down to ao get what he wanted. Not after he was freed from the clutches of the Dursleys, who had treated him like a servant.

  But if he wao remain the lord of Dreadfort and moderhe pce, then he'd have to swear an oath to this Lord Stark and bend his khe oaths were not magical and could be broken without sequence, but then people would think that his words didn't hold a. So, the whole thing was a bit annoying.

  He was sure that he'd have a powerful enough base to test with the whole Northern kingdom within 5 years and the whole seven kingdoms within 10 years if he decided to introduce gunpowder and firearms. However, he was not sure about doing that, as introdug firearms could have a lot of disadvantages if someoole the formu and started manufacturing firearms on their own.

  And even if they couldn’t steal the formu or blueprints, it wouldn’t be too long before someone imitated basic firearms with what they saw. After all, sometimes even an idea was enough for an innovation. So, he didn’t want to introduce gunpowder and firearms to this world unless he had to.

  ‘But maybe I make a few pistols or revolvers for emergencies. After all, my and my family’s well-being should be my utmost priority, right? Haah, ahing to do.’

  He let out a sigh a out to the courtyard where his aunt and a few of her guards, as well as the Bolton guards, were waiting for him patiently.

  He gave them a nod and climbed on top of Grim. The direwolf was slightly smaller thaher horses, but it was far more intimidating than any of them.

  "Let's go." He said and held onto the velvety soft fur of the direwolf as it started moving forward.

  He had already cast half a dozen spells to make the journey on top of the Direwolf more fortable, but he khat the week-long ride to Winterfell would annoy him to no end.

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