CHAPTER 129
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CHAPTER 129
289 AC
POV MC
I am trying to be less edgy and aggressive, but people are not allowing me to. I can't just take disrespect from a Southern knight as a hero of the North. The Hound managed to defuse the situation, and everyone backed off after seeing Sith eat a man alive, but at that moment, Joffrey stepped up and started talking arrogantly.
"Hey you, from now on, this beast is mine. You can go and get paid by my grandfather."
I sighed deeply and said,
"It doesn't work like that, my prince. This is not a pet; it is a wild animal. She would have ripped all of you apart if I were not here, and she is not up for sale."
He looked angry, and with every passing second, he got angrier. It was like a baby getting ready to throw a temper tantrum. He turned to the Hound and said,
"Hound, kill this boy and chain the beast. That is an order from your prince!"
"Do you want to die?"
The Hound's question shook him a bit, and you could see the confusion on his face.
"Did you not see what that beast did to your man and what your man's sword couldn't do to the beast?"
It looks like, at that moment, he realized the sword couldn't cut the beast. Because of all the commotion, people started to gather here. Seeing this, Joffrey got bolder, and he just walked up to Sith and grabbed her saddle while trying to mount her. I said to Sith,
-Don't maim him, or it will become annoying.-
Before anyone could prevent what was happening, Joffrey got hit right across his face with Sith's thick tail. The tail slammed on his face like a big log and broke his nose. He started crying and shouting death threats.
-I told you not to maim him.-
-Master, I didn't. How could I know he was so weak and squishy. I just softly pushed him with my tail. Why are all those strong men listening to this weakling? I thought he was strong like other men. -
She pointed at the half-eaten carcass with her head while licking her blood-stained lips and said.
-That man was stronger than the Ironborn; his sword strike hurt like hell. So, I thought he was strong too. Why are you bowing down to such a weak man?-
-Because of who his father is. Think like this: Do you think Ned Stark is more powerful than us?-
-No, we can just kill him.-
-Why are we not doing that?-
-Because he has many, many soldiers, and we want to create our own territory.-
-Yes, that is close enough. This weakling's father is the master of Ned Stark.-
She stopped for a second and thought about what I said and said,
-So, he is the biggest pack leader.-
My familiars are really smart. Most of them are as intelligent as nine-name-old kids, and I think Poe is more intelligent than that, but they do not understand human social structure. Because, to them, the most powerful one should create the rules.
-Yes, something like that. In time you will understand.-
-Then, are we going to act like we belong to their pack until we are strong enough?-
As I said, they are smart.
-Yes, we are.-
-Then did I do bad by hurting that weak cub?-
-Yes, it got a bit annoying. I might have to cage you for a few days until this is sorted out.-
-But master, I don't like close spaces.-
I might be able to turn this into a win for the North.
...
In a few minutes, we were surrounded by all the knights and lords. Lord Stark and King had come; our Good Queen was crying murder when she saw what happened to her golden boy. Lord Stark ordered me to be put under house arrest until what happened was investigated.
...
Right after me, Lord Stark entered to room and closed the door.
"What were you thinking? Hurting the prince! Now Robert has to execute you or your beast. Because you are a Northern hero, he can't do that just before a war, and technically you didn't do anything wrong other than defending your honor. But it is a different case for your beast. It is already put in a lion cage of Lannisters, and it is not getting out of there alive."
"Do not worry, my lord. Nothing is going to happen."
Hearing this, Lord Stark became more agitated rather than relieved.
"Why, what are you going to do now?"
"Nothing; Ser Drasil cannot do anything against his king, so I am not going to do anything. Even if I beg him, he won't spare Sith to save his face."
He looked more confused and said,
"Then why are you looking that relaxed? I do not believe for a second you will leave your pet to die."
"My lord, she is not a mere pet to me. She is a friend, and of course, she is not going to die."
"If you are expecting me to save her, I cannot."
"Of course, I do not expect anything from you other than to set the stage, and someone more powerful than the hero of the north will take the stage."
It looks like, at that moment, it dawned on him.
"Your other persona, Druid Emrys!"
"Exactly."
"I will not be a part of such a dishonesty."
This time I was a bit angry about lord stark's obsession with honor.
"What is it dishonest about it, my lord? To raise the honor of the North or to raise the glory of the Old Gods?"
"Were your powers really given by the Old Gods?"
"That is what I believe. My lord, I have a dream, a dream of a strong North. A north that is able to stand on its own legs without begging the Reach's or Riverland's posh lords. That is my dream, and I am going to work on this dream with or without your support. This is the will of the Old Gods."
Lord Stark was deep in thought for a while and said,
"I will help you if you swear that you will not harm our King Robert."
"I swear I won't hurt him."
Not like that, swear with the oath ritual."
"Okay."
I drew an oath ritual circle on the ground, and we both entered the circle.
"I swear I will not harm King Robert or anyone of his blood in tomorrow's court."