Chapter 317

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

Two weeks later

"Your hair is black once again." Ygritte said with a frown "Did you lose your powers?"

"No." He said as he checked himself in the mirror once again "I'm… trying to hide Valyrian features."

"Why?" Ygritte asked.

"Because the people of the North don't really like the Targaryens after the mad king burned down the Lord Rickard Stark and strangled Brandon Stark to death." He replied. "And I don't want them to be suspicious of me when we need to be united in this war."

Ygritte nodded "The men are ready. They're just waiting for you now."

"Hmm… Have the signed the magical contracts?" he asked.

"They have." She nodded "Though isn't this contract a little too harsh."

"Perhaps." He nodded "But I'm paying them 10 gold dragons per year for their services along with free food, equipment and lodgings for their family. If they still try to betray me then they deserve to die."

Ygritte nodded.

"Your eyes are still shining."

"Yeah. Unlike my hair, I cannot transfigure my eye without the fear of going blind. So I put a glamor on my eyes. It does change the color from bright violet to grey but it doesn't remove the shining effect." He said and wore the helmet which instantly attached itself to his body armor so that it won't fall off his head no matter what.

"Shall we go then?" Ygritte asked as she wore her own helmet.

He nodded and took her hand.

With a tug and a twist, they were standing in a large clearing outside Winterhold.

He looked around and saw the 700 magically armored men standing beside their horses.

"My lord." Varko said and walked up to him with a stack of papers.

He used a charm to count the number of papers.

700.

Good enough.

He took the stack of papers and put them inside his bottomless bag.

Then he took out the Magical suitcase and opened it.

"Tell them to get inside one by one." He said "The Northern host has already crossed Moat Cailin. If we try to catch up by normal means then we'll be too late. The Northern host is slow but not that slow."

"You sure you want to show the Magical suitcase to them Domeric." Ygritte asked.

He nodded. "I do. That is why I had each and every one of them sign the magical contract. So even if they want to share the truth with others they can't."

Varko nodded and turned to the 700 men on the field and started commanding them to entered the suitcase.

The men hesitated at first but some of them had seen some of the magical things he could do and were fanatically loyal to him.

They followed Varko's lead and entered the suitcase. The others followed their leads and entered the suitcase behind them.

Once everyone started entering, even those who did not want to entered the expended space had no choice but to comply.

In the end, only him and Ygritte remained outside.

"Do you want to go inside or will you join me?" he asked.

"I'll join you." She replied.

He took out his broomstick from his bottomless bag and turned to her "Are you absolutely sure about this?" he asked "Even with the flying, going from here to Moat Cailin might take me half a day."

Ygritte nodded.

"If it is hard then all the more reason to stick with you." She said.

He felt a warm feeling in his heart at her words and closed the magical suitcase.

Then he handed it to her and sat down on the broom.

"Climb behind me. And hold onto the suitcase." He said "Do not drop it. No matter what."

Ygritte nodded and climbed behind him.

He covered them with the large camouflage cloth and then took off in the air.

11 hours later.

"I can see Moat Cailin in the horizon." Ygritte said.

"You can?" he asked, a little surprised.

They had started their journey at around 8 am in the morning and the sun had fallen a few hours ago.

Then again, after giving her all those enchantments, Ygritte's eyesight was far better than an average human being.

"Yes. Wear this" she said and wrapped a eyepatch around his head.

He looked with the night vision and was able to see a dot in the distance.

Considering that there were no other Castles near the Neck, unless they had gone way off course -which he doubted- this cannot be anything else but Moat Cailin.

"Finally." He cried out in relief and started looking down for a place to land.

Once he found a large enough clearing, he landed on the ground and both him and Ygritte quickly climbed down from the broom.

"My back." He said as he laid face first on the ground. If he wasn't wearing his magical armor then he would have worried about the insects on the ground. But really, he was just too tired and too sore to care at the moment.

"You were not wrong." Ygritte said "Flying is a back breaking task."

After a few minutes of rest, he took the broomstick and put it in his bottomless bag while Ygritte opened the suitcase and called for Varko.

Soon enough, the men started coming out of the suitcase with their horses and started lighting fire all around the clearing.

"We're some 50 miles away from Moat Cailin." He told Varko once everyone had come out of the suitcase "Tell the men to set up camp. We'll started marching tomorrow morning."

Varko nodded and went about ordering to men to set up their tents in an orderly manner around him.

As for him, he took out his magical tent from inside his bottomless bag and set up up in the middle of the camp.

Varko ordered 4 men to guard his tent while he took Ygritte and went inside the tent which frankly looked like a mansion from the inside.

They went to their bed room and removed their magical armor within moments.

Any other day, he would have kissed Ygritte, spent some time in the shower with her and then made love to her.

But right now, both of their backs were hurting and both of them were too tired to care.

So he simply too her in his arms and fell on the bed.

She fell asleep instantly and he kissed her forehead before he thought about the campaign he'll join tomorrow and fell asleep as well.