Chapter 357

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

Domeric looked at the plump woman with the large tits and mused at how the woman looked so much like Molly Weasley if you only take their figures in account.

From what he knew, Lady Genna used to be a great beauty in her youth. Being married to a Frey would do this to anyone.

Her head was currently covered in white bandage. Courtesy of a wound she suffered when her own men deserted the gates and trampled on her during the panic.

He was glad that she was alive. Tyrion would be terribly upset if his dear aunt died in such a manner.

If nothing else, he respected her for her bravery and her determination to lead the men and die with them if push came to shove.

The push did came to shove… and now here they were.

The woman glared daggers at him and a simple use of surface legilimency charm told him why.

Two of her boys died to his army outside Riverrun. The third one was currently a captive in Riverrun. And if the fourth one had tried to fight against his men when they started scouring the castle… then he might be dead as well.

He pitied the woman.

No parent should see ever the death of their own children. Or so he'd been told.

"Lady Genna." He said and passed some water to her across the table.

The woman fought against her restrains, moving forward so that she could strangle him with her bare hands. When that didn't work she settled for spitting on his face.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the spit from his face. "You have lost. I've broken your armies. Slain your men. And taken the castle. Tell me where the treasury is and I'll be on my way."

Because truly, even after he had put all his wargs to work, they had still not succeeded in finding the location of the treasury and no one else from the Lannister household knew about it either.

The reason for this was that as the miners dug deeper and deeper into the mountain, the Lannisters turned those mines into hallways and rooms.

So really, the Castle that sat on top of the mountain was not even the tip of the iceberg. Casterly Rock was far, far larger than anyone could imagine.

The castle was a labyrinth of hallways and dark corridors and the further below they went the darker and larger it became

The woman scoffed, glaring hatefully at him all the time "If you think this is over then you're delusional boy. This is far from over. You've given a huge insult to my brother. And it won't be long before the rains will weep over your halls either." She said "No one insults Tywin Lannister and gets away with it."

He gave the woman an unimpressed look.

"If you think your brother is going to come and save you woman then I don't think you've paid attention." He said "I don't fear your brother. And even without your help, my wargs will sooner or later find the treasury regardless. So you might as well tell me and earn some browny points. Right?"

"Never!!!" the woman snarled and fought against her restraints once again.

When Bronn had first suggested tying up the woman, he had given the man a strange look. But now he could understand.

He sighed. Either he was shit at this Diplomacy thing or these people were unnaturally stubborn.

"Very well." He nodded "You leave me no choice Lady Genna." He took out his wand and pointed it at her.

She looked at the piece of wood in his hand in confused and he said "Imperio."