Chapter 2

The plump man in grey robe, someone known as Maester Wolkan informed the man with cold eyes that he had probably lost his memories after the fall from the horse and that the memories will probably return sooner or later.

The cold eyed man, whom he now knew was someone named Roose Bolton and his supposedly lord father looked unimpressed and simply left after making sure that he won't die from the head injury.

It then fell onto the woman who he now knew was not his mother but his aunt and someone named Barbrey Dustin to tell him that his father was not a cunt and did love him even if he never showed it.

But he knew otherwise.

Despite his lack of wand, he was an accomplished legilimen, an art that he had not forgotten when he arrived in this new body and a simple look into the mind of Roose Bolton had told him that the man was a sociopath and didn't felt anything for him aside from a mild attachment.

He had not delved deep into the man's mind but he knew that he would sooner or later and considering how that man was a sociopath and a man in power in a medieval society, he had a good feeling that he was not going to like whatever he saw in that man's mind.

His Aunt Barbrey on the other hand saw her sister in him and loved him like how a mother loved her child. Especially because she was a widow and didn't have children of her own.

Having her around gave him a little idea of how he it would have been if he had a mother in his past life. It was… a good feeling. To have some love and care for you so much without any reservation.

Though that same amount of love was what pushed his aunt to force him to learn how to ride a horse at such a young age. Something that his father agreed to and something that turned into a disaster when the past occupant of this body fell from the horse and hit his head on the ground and almost broke his skull.

Then came the questions and answers.

His name, or the name of the body he currently resided in was Domeric Bolton. The only son of Lord Roose Bolton and the heir of Dreadfort.

What kind of person names his castle Dreadfort. Though he had to agree that the name had a certain ring to it.

That feeling changed when he heard more about his house and found out about how they practiced the art of Flaying people in the past.

He knew that he lived in a medieval society but didn't knew how barbaric the society was until he heard about his family's deeds and it's reputation and immediately realized that he'll have to do something about it at a later date.

He continued to ask his aunt questions related to the world.

She continued to answer him patiently without any suspicion.

That might have something to do with him using slight compulsion on her to not be suspicious of him.

She was like a mother to him and he loathed to use compulsion charm on her but he didn't want her to be suspicious of him and lose her love.

No, he wouldn't let that happen no matter what.

So he sat on her lap and continued to ask questions and she continued to answer them.

They lived in a kingdom simply known as 'The North' because it was at the north of the continent. He snickered at that and got the feeling that whoever named this place didn't give it too much consideration.

Their kingdom fell under the coalition of kingdoms known as 7 kingdoms which resided in a Continent named Westeres best the continent was in the Western part of the known world.

He was now really wondering if the person who named these continents and kingdoms was a person with simple tastes or if he was just lazy.

The 7 kingdoms were united by a person named Aegon Targaryen who conquered the kingdoms under his rule with the help of his and his sister-wives' dragons.

Dragons that were large enough to eat a horse in one bite.

He had a good feeling that the dragons in this world were fairly larger and smarter than the dragons in his world. Because he had fought a few dragons back there in his own time and he was fairly certain that they didn't have jaws large enough to fit a horse inside of it.

Thank the gods that the dragons were dead. Because he was not sure that he would be able to win a battle against such large and powerful dragons even in his prime let alone when he was in a new body without any wand in hand.

He wondered why the people still followed the Targaryens when they lost their dragons all those decades ago.

If such a thing happened in his past world then the 7 kingdoms would have immediately fallen in a civil war as soon as the last dragons died.

What a curious little world.

Still, the Targayens didn't last too long after the death of their dragons and now a new Baratheon Dynasty ruled the 7 kingdoms.

He wanted to know more about the world but was too tired to listen to anymore of her words and fell asleep in her arms.