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"I would say its a pleasure to meet you king slayer but I would be lying." Domeric says as he drew the captive's attention from what ever musing he may have been having with his eyes closed.
Jaime was in a wooden cage, and within that cage his arms were shackled in chains that were connected to a thick wooden post.
This was the first time he'd visited Jaime Lannister since his capture, perhaps the first time the lion lord would've met him personally as well.
The captured lion looked up, expression unchanging before a smirk came to his face.
" I say you have me at a loss whichever other barbarian lord you are."
And there it was. The proud Lannister ill mannerism.
"No doubt you take so much pleasure in hearing yourself talk kingslayer. Does every Lannister do?"
"Only the few important ones like myself", He pruned smugly even though he smelt like piss and shit.
Mud was caked up on his face. He was stripped of his armor and everything besides his trousers shirt and boots.
I gave him a short chuckle, one devoid of a smile or anything of that sort.
"You see if I was king Robb I'd not have you cascading so smugly about especially in this cage. But alas we need you, your other banner men on the other hand not so much. And I think we Boltons pride ourselves in extracting information. And whether you choose to believe it or not Jaime Lannister your day of humility is not this cage or the battles you've lost but something different, and I endeavor to see the man you've become after when that humbling moment arrives."
"Ohhh, how nice of you lord Bolton. I thank you for your concern" He feigned as his face also morphed in that of mock gratuity.
Jaime was observing Domeric, he observed how he dressed differently from all the lords and other commanders he'd met. He was dressed neatly and his sigil was emblazoned on everywhere the eye could see. On the fabric on his chest, his cape that he wore, and also on his right shoulder pad carved into the plate .
"To think that I'd meet the richest man in the north or so they say, but to think that with all your riches you are still that backwater house that is located in some cold destitute piece of land that you northerners call home", Jaime added and the kingslayer new in himself that most of it if not all wasn't true.
He'd long been hearing news of the resurgent house Bolton, of house Bolton's new accumulated wealth and its shift into high seas mercantilism.
If one could venture in the kitchens of the red keep one would find all sorts of Bolton products with the most popular being sugar.
House Bolton was no backwater, nor were the starks, nor house manderly. They were all wealthy in their own right possessing castles that outclassed many of the southern ones.
But socially and politically the north had been stagnant. But house Bolton had been shifting that view along with house Manderly.
And House Bolton now, was the richest and most influential northern house overtaking house Manderly. And based on what he remembered this man's house had close ties to bravos and Pentos. And knowing the money lenders of Bravos and their penchant for only profit. They held no friends only business partners yet it was safe to say that Domeric Bolon was their friend.
Or so rumors would say.
Jaime was expecting a reaction from the Lord but he stood as still as the red plated guard behind him. A man standing over six feet three inches tall.
His face was as blank as snow and he held no emotion, nor showed any reaction to the disrespect he levied on his lord.
"How ironic that you would call us backwater when the citizens of Kingslanding throw shit in the streets that you all walk on. And then their is the rumor of you fucking your sister. Which is no rumor as I've been hearing hence why you had pushed king Robb's brother from a tower in an attempt to kill him. And I here I thought that incest was one of the highest form of barbarity." Domeric grounded back out to him.
That one hit Jaime, a brief frown came to his face before disappearing as quick as it came.
"Be as it may kingslayer, this encounter was rather entertaining. Enjoy your abode cause its gonna be cold tonight."
Jaime made no smug quips this time he only watched as the Lord Bolton walked away with that tall guard of his in tow.
'Damn these northerners', he thought.
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Ned Stark was dead.
Executed over four and a half weeks now.
Tywin had mustered and moved his forces from Harrenhal and left westward, giving my contingent of infantry and other stark infantry the rights to the castle.
Right now Ser Walton held the fortress in my name while I lacquered here at Riverrun checking accounts and messages that arrived from the Dreadfort, Acanon and Redport.
I had to keep in touch with all my dutirsy after-all I couldn't go about forgetting that I had a business to run.
Even in war I had to continue my skills of multitasking. And to be honest what lay north mattered to me more than what lay here and what I planned to do down here.
No matter where and what, my financial and economical affairs would need to be managed. I might've left the responsibilities with Caro but even now I still needed updates on the Shipping company and the happenings of my land.
We had continued to make steady profits within the last two months though a report had reach me that pirates had damaged three of our ships while passing through the stepstones and through slavers bay.
Some of the crew were killed but not a number that couldn't be replaced easily.
While I was also doing this I was also preparing a bill that I'd leave to an emissary of mine to present to Robb whence he came back from the Crag.
This bill was for the extra resources I'd had brought down for the continued campaign. Food, ale , steel, iron, equipment, tools and more lumber. My good graces had now expired and he needed to understand that my vow to his father and now to him was not entirely free.
Mouth talk couldn't pay for the lives spent here, and verbal gratitude didn't pay for the wages of my workers up north.
He need to know the full responsibility and cost for this war not just in lives. But politically , economically etc
Robb was smart but still dumb, he'd had no grasp on the concept of politics just as his father didn't and that's what had ruined him. You cannot be wholly honorable in such an arena you might die due to said honor.
And so said so done. Ned was killed and Robb was now king of two kingdoms that he couldn't even truly hold on how to properly rule.
Even now Theon was on his way to raid the north . All my necessary assets and allied houses along the west coast had been reinforced and at this point I feared not for them against a Ironborn incursion.
Though I had planned to capture Asha Greyjoy and her crew hence why I sent Xillan back north.
I needed her for something, atleast she would be a fallback plan. She knew about the Iron islands more than theon does and she was a seasoned sailor woman or not.
If she couldn't be convinced then I'd just have to kill her and Theon both. And send an assassin over to that father of theirs and have him assassinated too before keeping my dealings with House Harlaw and pushing them to take the throne of the seastone.
They were amongst the most decent of their raiding people afterall.
"Vanee", I called for my aid.
"My lord", the man bowed as he entered my tent.
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