Chapter 24: Travelling

After their little escapades in Valyria, Will stayed in Dorne for a month. In that time he made sure there were no more spies watching anyone from his family, and that there was no one seeking to cause any problem for Elia.

To keep himself busy when there wasn't anything important he needed to do, he either trained with Oberyn, Drox, Aegon, and for some reason both Rhaenys and Daenerys, or he went kitesurfing.

Oberyn was actually a big fan of regular surfing, and even Doran had gone out a few times. Now that the eldest Martell could walk properly without problem, he didn't just sit on his ass all day.

He did sparring sessions for an hour a day in the mornings, then oversaw the running of Dorne for the remainder of the day until it was late enough to make time for himself.

With how hot Dorne was, it didn't get dark until the later hours of the evening, so for the most part it was still fairly warm when he finished practicing, and would often go for a swim in the Watergardens or try out some new way to have fun that Will invented.

Hell, even Elia tried surfing a few times, and though she didn't hate it, she didn't love it either, at least not with the passion Oberyn seemed to.

Will finally told the finished and correct story of Mulan to Daenerys, who seemed to swoon over it like she was fantasizing it all in her head, though not before having a temper tantrum at Will for having had her believe that Mushu would let her die.

Aegon and Rhaenys were stuck in hours of learning histories and other languages, but Will straight up ignored those lessons. He could see their uses, but that was one thing he was terrible at.

He had tried to learn another language in his previous life, and for years he got nowhere, and the languages Aegon and Rhaenys were learning, Will couldn't even pronounce a damn word, let alone understand what the hell was being said.

No, he opted to increase his stock of Vodka, while also spending as much time as he could with Elia before he decided to leave.

By the end of the month, Will figured it was about time he set out for the North once again, only this time it would be on this side of the Wall.

Elia seemed to read his intentions, because when he declared he would be setting out in the morning, she didn't seem the least bit surprised, and even gave him 2 sets of clothes that were made custom for him with his house sigil printed on the front of the shirt above the heart.

She also gave him a pair of boots, only they were built more for comfort and support than they were for warmth. She had done it that way considering he never seemed to be affected by the elements.

"You're going north, aren't you?" Elia asked, although based on the way she said it, it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah. I'll visit the Iron Bank to discuss a few things, but then I'll head west to White Harbor before heading to Winterfell. I'll meet Ned Stark and hopefully we can settle on peaceful terms. That, or I'll just build a place without asking him. Seems like something I'd do." Will said, letting out a small laugh at the end, prompting a smile from Elia as well.

"Be safe, and know you always have a place here!" Elia said, embracing him tightly, wondering how long it would be before she saw him again. Letting go of him, she realized something.

"You're taller than me now... You really have grown up." She said quietly, but with a smile on her face. This was actually the first time Will realized how tall he was, and she was right. He was finally taller than her after all these years.

Looking at Elia, Will said, "Once I get everything built, I'll bring you all North to see it!" That made her smile widen, and Will couldn't help but smile back. She seemed to have a way about herself that always made him smile when she did.

Aegon and Rhaenys had begun to whine and protest his leaving, but he brought up Valyria and how they had promised to not bitch and complain.

They reluctantly had to keep their mouths shut, but that didn't mean they had to be happy about him going. Daenerys was saddened by his leave, but she didn't complain or cry about it.

She still had Elia, and her brother was dead, so all was right with the world.

Oberyn cried and cried, bitching and complaining that he was going, and Will finally had to stop rubbing it in his face that he would be out of his sight for as long as he could help it.

Drox wasn't too thrilled about being left behind, but Will told him to keep up his training and once he felt he was good enough, he could come help him in the North.

Once he finished his good-byes, Will didn't waste time as he loaded Trojan on board his ship before sailing due North. He was originally going to go by land, but it was so much faster going by sea, and he could stop in Braavos along the way to meet with the Iron Bank.

The days went by rather uneventfully, and Will was moving at greater speeds than he thought he would.

He sailed a few miles off the coast of Essos, far enough that no one would be able to spot his ship, but close enough that he could pull in at least once a day and let Trojan get some exercise.

The horse handled the sea better than any other animal Will had seen, but like every other animal, he hated the sea.

Will avoided all of the cities along the way, even going so far as to avoid most ships, though that was only after coming to the conclusion that they weren't slaves or pirates.

He killed one group of pirates along the way, the unfortunate souls adding 2 more ships to his ever growing fleet.

When he was only a few hours away from Braavos, he spotted a massive fleet of ships heading in his direction, and his first thought was wondering if this group was pirates, but that vanished when he used his spyglass to take note of the men on board.

He couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face when he recognized them as being Free Folk, and his mind quickly made the connection of them being the North Swords.

Will stopped his ship and waited for the fleet of what looked to be 43 ships to make their way towards him. He couldn't believe the group he told to be mercenaries went out with 4 ships, and were now the size they were now.

Should have expected it to some degree though. The Free Folk fought dirty as fuck, and they were as ruthless as they came. It wasn't long before the group got within throwing distance, and he could see many of them fanning out to make it so it would be impossible for him to get away from them.

'They must not know it's me.' Will thought, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It made a little bit of sense.

His ship that had the phoenix on the sails was destroyed from the Stoneman falling through it in Valyria, and he had yet to put the sails on his new ship. Had they known it was him, he was sure they would be lining up to let him by, not daring to impede his path.

He let them get into their formation, then waited until a group of ships began to approach him from the front. When the first few people jumped aboard onto his ship, they were surprised to not see anyone right away, but that wasn't even their biggest shock.

That came when they looked to the upper deck of the ship and saw a young man sitting on a throne-like chair with a cup in hand.

"I'm gone for a few short years, and already you disrespect me by boarding my ship without permission... Shall I consider this your request for death?!" Will said, his voice loud enough that everyone on the ship could hear him, while his tone sent chills down most people's spines.

Many of them had no idea who Will was, but the ones who did looked absolutely terrified.

"C-CASTIAN!! We didn't know this was your ship!!" One man shouted, standing with his back stiff as a board, cold sweat pouring down his back.

Everyone on board heard what the man said, and from the stories they heard, Will wasn't someone to cross.

Many people on the closer ships surrounding Will heard the man shout Will's last name, and everyone who had seen or met Will in the past went to the railings of their ships and stood at attention, while those who hadn't met him before simply followed suit with the others.

Before long, the ships had all come to a halt around Will's own ship, and nearly every person was standing at attention as they looked on towards Will.

Seeing this, Will couldn't help but chuckle darkly. With a quick burst of speed, Will flew into the water before he let his magic spread out around him until it encompassed most, if not all of the ships.

After that, it took just a thought to solidify the water into a block of ice thick enough for everyone to walk on, and that froze the ships in place.

'Go big or go home!' Will thought, seeing how everyone on the ships now stared at him with their jaws practically touching the decks.

It took a bit longer than it should have, but eventually almost everyone was off the ships and gathered around on the block of ice. Right away, a few people made their way through the crowd of people and stood before him, all standing at perfect attention.

"Castian!!" They all shouted with shit eating grins on their faces. Will had intended to make them sweat, but his façade broke rather quickly and a smile split his face.

"How the hell did you idiots go from 4 ships to 43?! I swear you were meant to be mercenaries!" Will shouted, walking over to shake the hands of a few people he remembered.

Everyone laughed and Will could see them stand a bit straighter at how impressed he seemed over their accomplishments.

"Weren't hard! All we had to do was kill a few people!" One of them shouted before he burst out laughing, and Will couldn't help but join in with them.

That really all there was to it, and for the Free Folk that was like Christmas. They killed each other for fun, so getting to travel around and kill everyone else for things they couldn't hope to get beyond the wall was like their own wet dream.

Will talked with those he had traveled with before, met a few others, then brought out a few crates of bottles of Vodka.

He explained what it was, and how it would make Soured Goat's Milk seem like water in comparison. He hadn't given them enough for every single one of them, but they could spike casks of wine or ale with some bottles of the stuff and really get people shitfaced.

Next, Will brought out a buttload of food and snacks before they had a real party on their hands, and it wasn't long before they all started beating the crap out of each other.

Even Will was drawn into the fights, but because he still hadn't decided to start drinking, his mind was as clear as ever and he moved far too fast for anyone to even get close to touching him.

Hell, even without magic he fought like a madman, ducking and maneuvering around his opponents, getting shots off whenever and wherever he felt like it.

Northswords were almost entirely loyal to him, or at least they would never think to go against him if they could help it, so he didn't mind having a bit of fun with them.

Soon everyone was back aboard their ships, most of them sporting a few bruises while others looked as though they were ready to pass out as soon as they got to their beds.

"Where ya goin?" One of the leaders of Northswords named Bael asked. He was one of the ones Will had given a ship to after the competition.

"I have some business in Braavos, then I'll head to the Northernmost kingdoms of Westeros. I have some plans I need to take care of. We need to keep preparing for the undead. I have a feeling we only have a decade or two before they become a serious problem for everyone!" Will surprisingly answered, getting looks of intrigue from the leaders of Northswords.

"Have any of you ever gone back to hunt them?" Will asked, getting negative remarks in response. "Gorne did! Gone out a few times since the competition with a small group. Says they managed to get lots of them, but they're gettin harder to find." Bael added, and that brought another genuine smile to Will.

He was glad the Free Folk weren't just letting the undead walk all over them this time, and he figured if they kept this up, they would reduce the undead army by an insane degree when the Long Night finally came.

"Where are you all headed?" Will decided to ask, mostly so he could keep track of where they might be in the future, but also because he was a little bit curious.

"Some people called the Dotak-... Dortak-... Dothik-... some cunts near the city south of here are stealing horses from the Iron Bank! They've agreed to pay us all a great deal of weapons, food, spices, and tools if we go kill them!" Bael said, finding it hard to say what Will assumed was Dothraki.

He was glad they weren't just trying to steal from everyone, and that they were building up the Free Folk. Will believed they could turn the Free Folk into a tribe of warriors that could open up the lands beyond the Wall to the rest of the world.

"Hey, that's great!! Those are basically my horses, and the cunts trying to steal them don't really like me! Kill as many as you can, but make sure to take into account that they all fight from horseback, and that they mostly use bows. Create barriers with spears, and use pit traps or something to really make their horses work against them!" Will said, getting roars of approval from the Northswords.

The fact that these people were enemies of Will was just icing on the cake for these guys, and Will gave a silent apology to all of the Dothraki that would most likely be dead soon.

After that, the North Swords moved along their way once Will unfroze the ice, many of them cheering his name as they drifted apart.

Will partied and drank like them, he fought like them, and he didn't take shit from anyone! He was basically a part of the Free Folk in their book!

Will wouldn't quite agree with them, but he didn't disagree with them either. He was more like them than any other group in this world, but it would take a lot more than that before he ever called himself anything.

He wasn't a northerner, southerner, Dornish or anything of the sort. He was simply William Castian, and if he wanted to live anywhere in this world, he wouldn't let anyone tell him otherwise.

A few hours more of sailing and Will was crossing beneath the Titan of Braavos. 'I need to get me one of these things!!' Will thought in awe as he stared at the statue of the titan.

He debated with himself on whether or not to just steal this one, but he figured he could just build one better if he really wanted it that bad. Plus this was a major symbol throughout the world. If he took it, anyone would be able to spot it a mile off and know it was him that took the damn thing.

'Mine's gonna be way cooler!' Will thought, already picturing a knight clad in armor with a giant shield resting on the ground. And rather than having people sail through its legs, he could build a second one so it was like it was a pair of guards that watched over his domain.

Thinking about his town, ideas kept popping up, and he was actually super excited to get started. With a power like his, he could create the greatest city in this world with ease, shaping the earth to his design with just a thought.

Will had to shake his head to get back to reality, leaving the ideas for his town building for a later date. He came here for a reason, not to daydream.

Plus it would seem the Iron Bank was still keeping watch for him, cause there was another emissary at the docks of the Purple Harbor waiting for him, and he had to wonder how the hell they knew it was him without the sails giving him away, and how they prepared so fast.

'Probably got ravens from the people who rang the bell inside the titan when I entered...' Will thought, thinking up one way they could have known his arrival, and it did explain the fucking gong sound when he crossed beneath the titan, just not how they knew it was him.

"Greetings, Lord Castian! Braavos once again welcomes you!" The man said, bowing his head respectfully. "Hey! It's been awhile, but it doesn't look like much has changed!" Will said, acting as respectful as he could.

He wasn't about to bow and mince his words just to appease these people, and they should know that fully by now.

"What brings you to Braavos?" The man asked, not looking the least bit slighted over how Will treated him. In fact, he seemed to be smiling, but it looked so forced Will wondered if people actually believed he actually meant it.

"I came to speak to the Iron Bank, but it's too late in the evening to meet them today. Could I trouble you to arrange a meeting with them tomorrow morning? The discussion involves them making a large profit of gold, so it would be in their best interest." Will said, causing the man's smile to look a little bit more genuine.

"Of course, my Lord. I will arrange it first thing in the morning. Would you like me to see you to an inn?" The man said, and Will had to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

He knew the guy was just doing his job and that most nobles would have jumped at the offer, but to Will it just seemed like he wasn't capable of doing anything on his own.

He was perfectly capable of finding an Inn, and he didn't need a household of servants to get by in life. Honestly it annoyed him a little how most Lords in this world couldn't do shit for themselves without someone to help them.

"No thank you. I'll just be staying in the inn I was at last time. It's close to here, and is good enough for all my needs." Will said, giving the man a thankful nod as he unloaded Trojan from the ship.

"By your leave then, My Lord." The man said, bowing his head once again before leaving to go do his job.

Will didn't waste time before he made his way to the inn and got himself a room. He spent most of the remainder of the evening brushing down Trojan and cleaning his feet, something which he hadn't forgotten once since he got the animal.

Compared to most animals in this world, the only ones who might have been treated better were bonded animals to Wargs, but even then it wasn't by much.

Will liked Trojan more than most people, and spoiled the horse rotten, while also being the main caretaker for the horse. It didn't help that the horse was as violent as hell itself and only allowed like three people to ever get close to it, but Will would have been the main caretaker regardless.

After taking care of Trojan, Will went inside his room and ate some food from his inventory. He could have just gone down and got food from the tavern, but he didn't really care all that much.

Once he was done with dinner, he took out his little book and began to scribble more drawings of how he wanted the layout of the city to go, and what he wanted in it.

That was also something he wanted to talk with the Iron Bank about. Even with all of his magic, there were things he wanted that he couldn't have because he didn't have the knowledge on how to do it, but he was sure the Iron Bank did, or at the very least knew someone who did.

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First thing in the morning, a messenger came to the inn, telling Will that his meeting with the bank officials was shortly, and that he would escort him.

Will had already been there before and thus didn't need to be escorted, but he wasn't going in to rob them this time, so he could let the guy lead the way. Plus by the way the guy fidgeted, Will figured he would break down if he had denied him.

As he walked down the streets towards the Iron Bank, there were a few people who stopped to stare at him, most likely making the connection with his unique appearance that he was William Castian.

Didn't matter to him though, there was nothing they could do to him anyway, and if they tried he would simply kill them all.

Before long, Will was walking through the room they had made him wait in last time, and into the great big doors behind the big marble chairs, which had been replaced with almost the exact same style of chair.

Inside the new room he found himself in, Will could see an extremely long rectangular table, big enough to seat at least 50 people comfortably.

There were only 30 people already seated at the table, and either out of respect or fear, they left the head of the table position open to him.

"Welcome, Lord Castian!" They greeted, bowing their heads in a show of subservience.

"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I know you are busy men, so I won't waste your time!" Will stated as he made 3 crates with 12 crystal clear glass bottles inside them appear with what looked to be water inside them.

Walking around the table, Will placed a bottle in front of each man, keeping one for himself, then stored the rest of them back into his inventory.

"What you see before you is the newest alcohol in the world. It's more potent than any other drink known to man, and doesn't actually have a flavor!" Will said assuredly, then went on to explain in detail all of the different ways you could mix it with other things to make it better.

He also showed it's flammability, letting them know they could weaponize the substance if they so wished.

Explaining that they could mix a small portion of the stuff into larger quantities of any juice or water to be able to get more money for less work was fun, and he could literally see their eyes widen at what he was implying.

"So far, a select few people in Dorne are the only ones with the knowledge to create this stuff other than myself of course. I have no doubt the rest of the world will find out in due time, but this is the opportunity for the Iron Bank to get another foothold on the world! I know we didn't start our little alliance on the greatest of conditions, but I don't want you to think that I'll use you all for my own gains without giving you anything in return."

Will's words did surprise a number of them, as they believed Will was going to do exactly that. He had the power, and there was nothing any of them could do about it, so being presented with something like this, plus the massive number of horses he gifted them was no small matter either.

True he had killed one of their own, but it was also true they had tried to play power games with him, and had threatened him, and tried to have assassins kill him.

By all accounts, Will was extremely generous, and they really hadn't done all that much to deserve it.

With just the gains from the horses, they should have at least been able to break even from the gold they paid the Faceless men each year on his behalf, but with this stuff, if it was as Will said then they would make a killing.

"How did you come by this beverage?" One official asked after taking a small sip of the stuff.

"Experimentation, and a little bit of reading." Will answered simply, not knowing or caring how to explain the knowledge behind how he knew of to use potatoes.

Will took out a book with the instructions on how to make it, the equipment needed, and the step by step process.

"Dorne can make it, though because of their lack of resources, they can't make enough to supply all of their kingdom, let alone all of the world. If the Iron Bank moves quick enough, they could build contracts with the major cities on distribution long before anyone else gets the knowledge on how to make it, and by that time you would have another large source of wealth." Will said, adding further to the prospect of the idea.

"With the influx of workers we've had over the last two years, we could put them on this project." One man said, referencing the slaves Will had freed from the Dothraki.

Apparently most of them had gone to work for the Iron Bank, which worked out well for all parties involved. Will got rid of them, the slaves got protection, and the Iron Bank got more workers.

"So you are just giving this to us?" Another man asked skeptically, unsure if this was as good of a deal as it sounded.

Hearing this, Will had to stop himself from speaking too quickly. This would no doubt lead to a ridiculous amount of profit for the bank, and why should he not get something else out of it.

He wouldn't be robbing from people forever, and it would be nice to have a steady source of income for himself.

Thinking about that, Will said, "All I ask is for 1% of the yearly profits for myself. Other than that, everything else made is yours."

One percent didn't sound like much, but if this drink did half as well as Will thought, it would still be a few thousand gold a year.

Plus he didn't need to worry about gathering all of the resources, paying workers, transporting it around the world, hiring soldiers to guard it, and then selling it.

No, if he could get a few thousand gold a year without having to lift a finger, he was all for it.

The deal was struck! Even with having to pay him a whole percent of the profits, the deal was too good to pass up.

Every person in the room could see the wealth to be made, and they weren't stupid enough to try and argue over a single percent, especially not to a monster who could kill them all in the blink of an eye if he so wished.

They signed some documents, and Will walked away with a pleasant smile on his face. He had come here to make good on his word to the Iron Bank, but in the process he managed to gain a steady source of income for the remainder of time.

After that, Will did a final walk through of the city to try and find anything he could possibly use in the construction of his new place of power

. He hadn't expected to find much, but he was surprised to see they had pipes. Apparently the water from the canals wasn't safe to drink, so they diverted an entire river, (The Sweetwater River) inside the city, and the rich nobles used pipes to bring it directly into their homes.

After checking, Will found out the really rich guys had created something that looked like the ancient hand pumps that they used in western movies.

'Holy shit!! If I really want to build a town or city that could one day revolutionize the world, this is where I start!' Will thought, seeing the benefits to something like these right away.

Wells could be poisoned or contaminated in a way that made them unfit to drink, but if he used these to tap into an underground aquifer, Will could solve that issue.

Plus he could put one of these into every house he built, and that way people wouldn't have to work around as much. The less people had to work just to fill their needs, the more they could work for him and better his life.

He knew most Lords didn't care to teach their people anything because they didn't care, but there was actually a reason the smart lords never did so.

If he asked Tywin about this, he had no doubt he would get a lesson on keeping the people ignorant about how the world really works. If they believe the nobles are infallible, they are less likely to protest the laws and their rights.

However Will didn't really care about that. He didn't want idiots working for him, and if they tried to rise up, he could either send them out of his city or straight up kill them.

There of course would be laws that even he would live by, but that didn't mean he was going to let the people think they could walk all over him. He figured this was one of the reasons Tywin never started a school for the common folk.

The man hated incompetency, but he wasn't about to be as stupid as Cersei was and hand control over the capital to people like the church. Fucking stupid cunt!

With this thought in mind, Will purchased as much of the pipe as he could, and as many of the pumps as he could. Only the nobles could afford something like this, so there weren't too many in stock, but he did get 73 of them.

Even with such a large number, Will actually ordered a thousand more of the pumps, causing the man selling them to almost choke on his own saliva.

The price for such things was staggering, and for such a request, Will would have to pay half up front and half upon completion.

The man's jaw almost touched the floor when Will dropped 3 chests filled with trays of square coins, the main currency of Braavos.

"How long until they're done?" Will asked, genuinely curious how long it took for something like this. "We can make roughly 50 of them a week, but with such a large order we can work a few more hours a day, getting that number to 55 a week if we're lucky." The man said, stopping to do some calculations in his head.

Finally he added, "Should have it done anywhere from 18-20 weeks. 21 weeks if things go wrong."

"Begin work on the pumps immediately!" Will said, and the man simply nodded his head.

When he finally had enough sense to stop looking at the wealth in front of him, Will made him sign the papers signifying that he had in fact paid for half of his order, each person getting their own copy of the sale.

When Will signed his name on the guy's paper, he took out his ring and some wax, then stamped his crest in the paper. It took a minute for the man to make the connection with who the sigil belonged to, and why Will's name sounded so familiar.

If there were any thoughts about deceiving Will, they were shot, burned, pissed on and thrown into the deepest pits of the earth. Seeing the man's reaction to knowing who he was, Will smirked and walked away.

Normally he wouldn't have done anything like that, but for his building plans then the pumps were required, and he wasn't about to give the man the opportunity to cheat him out of such a revolutionary device.

Looking around more of the city, Will didn't find much of anything that caught his interest other than a small shipment of metal ores and a few wagon loads of colored marble.

He purchased them all, then decided he was done here in Braavos. There was nothing he needed from the Faceless men just yet, and the Iron Bank was covering their payments, so he didn't see a need in paying them a visit.

Plus he doubted they actually wanted him to visit after the last time. No, it was best if he stayed away from them for now.

Getting back to Purple Harbor with Trojan, Will departed just as quickly as he had arrived, his heading was north.

He wanted to get as close as he could to Winterfell before he docked, and there seemed to be a perfect little bay which connected to the Weeping River, going all of the way near the Dreadfort, the seat of House Bolton.

Will had plans for house Bolton, and he figured now would be as good a time as any to get rid of them. 'I wonder if Ramsey is anything like in the show?' Will thought, wondering how old the little shit stain might be.

It only took a few days to get into the right bay, though his calculations were a little off. Thankfully all he had to do was follow the coast a bit further northward until he found the Weeping River.

The river was big, but his ship's size would still hinder him if he tried to sail up it, so he had to move Trojan to a smaller ship where the horse just stood upon the deck.

"Take it easy, it'll only be for a few hours!" Will said, speaking to Trojan like he always did. The Horse didn't respond back.

With the now much smaller ship, Will was able to pretty much let it glide across the water, even though they were going in the opposite direction the water was flowing.

It was a good thing he could pull more water from around him and under the ship, cause after an hour the water started to get shallower, and before long, Will could see rocks sticking out in a few places.

Thankfully it didn't matter all that much longer anyway, because once he broke the tree-line, Will could see the Dreadfort off in the distance, and he had to say that it definitely was bigger than he thought it would be.

He couldn't remember ever seeing the Dreadfort in the show, but he had a picture in his mind of how it would be, and this wasn't it.

The walls were like any medieval fortress, standing at somewhere around 80 feet high, towers in each corner that rose slightly above the walls.

Will couldn't make out how wide the walls were from the distance he was at, but he could make out what looked to be a great castle inside the place.

The Dreadfort looked like a perfect rectangle built from stone on the side of a mountain.

The walls looked like they were dyed black to give it sort of an eerie feel to it, and even at this distance, Will could faintly make out the banners hanging along the side of the walls with the flayed man, the sigil of House Bolton.

There looked to be a small town along the coast of the Weeping River next to the Dreadfort, and that made a bit of sense to Will.

Regardless of how massive the fortress was, it wasn't big enough to house thousands of people on a daily basis.

Maybe during war times, the people could seek shelter behind the walls, but from the way it looked, maybe only a few hundred people lived inside the wall, at least comfortably anyway.

Will moved to the land, getting Trojan off the little boat before he stored it away. He wouldn't head into town just yet, choosing rather to wait until nightfall, then he would move in under the cover of darkness.

For now though, he rode back into the trees, humming a little tune to himself. It was true the Boltons never did anything to him, but he was biased against them from the start, his opinion of them skewed since the show.

His opinion on many of the people of this world were skewed from the show, but the Boltons and the Frey's had an extra special place in the little black rock he called a heart.

'Come morning, the North will be short of an ancient house!' Will thought darkly, not feeling any remorse over wiping out a bloodline which had stood for thousands of years.