10 Chapter 10: Return to Dreadfort Part 1

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- MC POV -

- Winterfell – The North – Westeros – 268 A. C -

"I'm clear, that's why I want to explore Westeros in the future. Get to know different places and. . . maybe women too", I said, to which my father smiled. It's probably the only truly genuine talk, at least to some extent.

"Mmmmm. . . you wouldn't be the first Bolton with more than one woman, I assure you. But traveling that way is difficult for someone from a family like ours. "

"Not if I don't have the lordship, and my brother is established as Lord

"That's right, but for that he would have to be dead", he said with a grimace.

"I guess I can wait a few years, you're old", I said with a small smile that surprised him. It was the first time he smiled since he came into this world, and I doubt that anything similar would ever happen again.

- Dreadfort – The North – Westeros – 270 A. C -

I had finished my tutoring with Lord Hoster Tully and things went relatively well. Not to mention all the time wasted I couldn't practice alchemy, but at least I got better with magic. I didn't learn anything new clearly, but I spent less energy controlling my own blood, and I could control it over a larger radius.

But the important thing is the relationships I made. Hoster Tully tried to get close to his daughter Lysa, and I took that opportunity without problems. Pleasing Cat, and falling deeply in love with Lysa Tully. Although we didn't do anything, but this planted the seed to control The Vale in the future.

"You finally arrived. . . "Brother", Roose Bolton told me with five stout knights on his back. Probably a show of strength, but her gaze flickered when our eyes met. He envied me and in part feared me a little, but it wasn't enough for me not to do anything stupid.

"It's good to see you", I replied with a monotonous expression, and without speaking to him I entered my convoy. Soldiers I wouldn't trust or watch my bathroom door, and a maid with Silver in her hands. They two were probably the only two reliable, besides father. Roose wouldn't try anything fun with the live one. I had to leave this place the moment he died or sooner. Likewise, the maid, no matter how good she was to me since childhood, had to die. Clegane's loyalty to me alone is comparable to the affection he has for her. She's a risk factor and I don't want her around me.

"Are you not going to talk to your brother any more?" Bolton asked. I'd probably already emptied my alchemy lab in case there was anything useful. But all the valuables as well as the notes I had brought with me. There was nothing that could hurt me, or that could benefit him. I wouldn't understand it either. Roose Bolton is pretty smart and calculating. A Tywin Lannister but Made in China. But even in a flawed way, Tywin is a dangerous person. But it's in political skills and military strategy. Nothing scientific or magical.

"Sorry brother, my life is not so entertaining as to keep occupying your precious time", I said sarcastically with an empty face. And Roose couldn't do anything but resign himself to my return to my experiments. I hope that the coming years will be fruitful.

- Dreadfort – The North – Westeros – 275 A. C -

It definitely had been, in its own way. But he had made interesting progress in all sorts of areas.

On the side of future knowledge and my subordinates. At that point he had assembled a group of six relatively skilled soldiers on whom he could rely with the gold he needed. But that's all, with the gold you need. Although fortunately I had more gold than my brother, for all my financial contributions to the house. Also, Gregor Clegane was already nine years old, while I was fourteen. Nine years should be nothing, but Gregor Clegane was a total monster, and by this age he already had the physical strength of an adult. Truly monstrous. But the important thing is that his loyalty was absolute, since he was my servant before a person. He was just a tool with nothing else for his only purpose in life, to serve me.

He had also kidnapped his brother, not so skilled or strong, but good enough. That was Sandor Clegane. But this brought trouble, as House Clegane found this too strange, and even House Lannister had intervened, it was clear that there was a cat locked up. But I killed everyone involved in the kidnapping, so I was able to cover my tracks. There may be problems in the future, because of the physical resemblance, but you just have to kill your father before they grow up enough.

On this subject, I had also finished with Littlefinger. . . Yes, that's right. He had ended his miserable life and killed him before he became a problem. It's not that hard either to take down Lord Baelish's father's son, whose name was not even known on the show.

As for my talents, in sex I had tried with one or the other whore, and the improvement is quite good. I was already very skilled in my previous life, if I hadn't done what I did. But now it was even better. Besides, it averages me about 29 centimeters, a pretty monstrous number. The girls were nothing but whores like I said, there were no noble ladies, but I don't think it'll take long to get a lady into my bed. Even perhaps a future queen. If fate smiles at me.

With the poison, he had learned different methods and creations, but in the end the best thing about this talent is his skill, not the talent itself. While my archery improved even more, but it was already spectacular.

Although my biggest breakthroughs were in the areas of magic and alchemy. That's for sure.

By magic, I could already form solid constructions with my blood, and control it pretty well over a wide radius of up to 20 meters. But on top of that, I could, I couldn't control, but I could obstruct the movements of someone who was within a couple of yards of me, but doing that would be the end, because I would be extremely exhausted. No more than that, but I could stop them for a moment, though not completely, and make their movements more clumsy. I had also studied a little Warwing's magic, which is controlling other animals. Getting into your mind somehow, and feeling what you feel besides moving your limbs as if they were part of me, but it didn't go very well. Although what I did manage was, in some cases, to communicate with animals in a very primitive way.

Finally there was alchemy, which using my "Hand of an Alchemist" skill, my greatest achievement was to create a pretty special arc.

Without further scientific knowledge, and relying solely on my ability. I built an arch with a medieval design like the ones occupied at this time, but with pretty good materials. Comparable to the best bows today, with arrows of also very good quality. Diamond, titanium and polymers.