Just as they spoke rumors of Domeric Bolton, quiet but lovely. He has this shyness to him but his looks would engulf them. How can any lady not wish to speak to the man of the Dreadfort? He’s gorgeous. His eyes capture her and they are only in mid conversation. Those curls, the need to run her finger through them, to feel how silky they seem. She found herself a bit lost in him, before taking charge of the conversation–almost forgetting there was one.
“Please, call me Margaery. No need for formal titles.” She took a moment before responding once more. “The south is indeed different from the north. We have our rich blossoming lands, the sun is always visible, warming to the touch. Our garden in its vast amount of colors. Yet the north has its qualities too. It’s quiet, I could read for days. The cool air that kisses upon one’s nose when the sun rises. How the snow sparkles at the light. There’s something pure about this place, something that hasn’t been touched or ruined by mankind. An easy place to hide from bothering some responsibilities.” She meant more of herself. Sometimes she wishes she could just runaway from it all. Be the child and have the fun she once had.
But this is a game, and to rise to the top meant she could do anything. She cares too much for others, before herself, even if it seems like she’s beyond selfish. “I’m beyond thankful she did. To miss such beauty, to be in your presence–to never know what it would be like out here, so far away from home? I feel as if everyone should see the world. We’re all so different in so many ways.” A light giggle.
“What do you enjoy to do, my lord? Even if you were just a squire, I’m sure you enjoyed many things that brought it on. Let’s find us a place where we can talk, and not be bothered by these adults.” More so the parents of them.
“Margaery.” Domeric confirmed, letting it go off his tongue sans her tittle. “Sooner or later it’ll all get touched by man in some fashion.” He hated to think about areas like she was describing being taken over by mans greed but he knew it would happen. Even past the wall there were wildlings who inhabited places no one would ever think to.
“You could see it all if you wanted to Lad-Margaery. There’s no rules really to hold you back. You don’t seem like the type to follow all the rules, forgive me if i’m being too forward.” Domeric despite his Lordly upbringing wasn’t the best when it came to talking to women and conversing with other nobles and he was afraid it would show. “Reading for the most part. Or studying plant life. I had a small journal with different plants and their healing properties. Came in handy a few times on the road.” Bringing up the plants brought a smile to his face. “In another life I like to think I was or should be a Maester.” A gentle laugh came fourth as he spoke, offering her his arm as they went to a far off location to be free from prying eyes and ears.
He found himself lucky to be speaking to the Lady of Highgarden, they whole family was beautiful and he would be overjoyed if he could partake in being apart of that family. Wishing for a moment that he could have been from a House that wasn’t associated with flaying a man. The idea in of itself made his nauseous. How his father seemed okay with such things was beyond the gentle kind nature of Domeric.
‘ SHE DIDN’T WISH TO LET GO. alina loved her big brother so much, had always idolized and adored him. she giggled as she let down to the ground, but took his hand, lovingly. “ah, but i MISSED you a great deal more.” alina twirled in her pretty little dress and smiled. “you think so? father bought me a new dress to show off to, to the starks. he says he wishes to marry me off to robb stark. wouldn’t that be lovely? i’d be queen of the north!” she excitedly said, leaning her head against him. “that way, i can make it a RULING that my big brother, domeric bolton, is the most amazing man there is!”
Domeric could only smile at his sisters words and made no move to try to up her on the amount they had missed one another and gave an approving nod as she twirled to show off her dress. “It would be lovely” He stated “But, in Robbs position it would make more sense for him to marry a woman with Southern connections. Though you make a beautiful Queen”
He told her, trying not to break her heart but he couldn’t let her go through her dreams thinking fanciful things. “Even better than your lord husband the King?” He asked raising an eyebrow at her
‘ DOMERIC!” alina exclaimed, excitedly as she hugged her big brother. “domeric, i’m … i’m so glad you’re okay! i’m so glad!” she exclaimed, hugging him harder. “thank gods — thank all of the gods for this.”
“Ali~!” Domeric grinned as he hugged his younger sister, bringing her up in a sweeping circle as he hugged her before he let her down to the ground. “I’m glad for that too. I missed you sweet sister.” He placed a kiss on her cheek and held her closer, fearing if he let go she would be gone forever. “How have you been?” He asked as he slowly pulled away, a hand gently caressed her cheek giving her a good once over “You look well.”
Well this was a very uncomfortable sort of evening. He had heard the whispers in the hall, claiming the Bolton heir to be well once more. Of course, he, Ramsay, hadn’t wanted to hear such things. Yet, here his half-brother was. Alive and well. Ramsay stared, like he had seen a ghost. He rearranged his face quickly, plastering on his trademark cold smirk.
“Not at all brother. I am very pleased to see you out of your deathbed.”
Pleased. Domeric was certain he saw a glimpse of something that wasn’t his usual facial expression“You haven’t married the Stark girl yet have you?”he hadn’t heard news of it but than again he hadn’t much news of the on goings in the world just that his half-brother and father had taken Winterfell. “Or have I missed the joyous occassion” Domeric didn’t fancy taking Winterfell from his brother if he had married her but knowing what he knew what Ramsay was capable of…of what kind of person he was made Domeric sick to his stomach at the thought of a innocent sweet girl being shackled to Ramsay.
Once he had been happy to find his brother, to have that connection that other families did with siblings. But now, he just wanted to talk to his father and get the truth known, Ramsay dismissed as heir and take back what semblance of his life back. “You seem to have made yourself at home here in winterfell. Though the Dreadfort would suit you better”
roses are proof that you can protect yourself while remaining S O F T.
“Surprised to see me?” He asked as he walked through the door, the maester had helped fix him back to full health after he was nearly brought to death by poison in his drink.
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