Chapter 209

Domeric and his retinue finally arrived in Winterhold. The city with the greatest amount of ambiance magic in the world.

With all the Heart trees in and around the city, he was sure that the ambiance magic in the city would overtake the ambiance magic back in Hogwarts in only a few short years.

"It's good to be home at last." He said as he walked his horse through the portcullis that covered the large moat surrounding the city wall and entered through the tall gates.

"As if you don't come back to the city 'every night'" Lyra said with a sensual giggle from beside him. Thankfully she said that at a low enough voice that no one else would hear but talking about his magical powers so openly still irked him.

He threw her an unimpressed glance and she only giggled even more.

She, along with his 'small council' members and half a hundred guards had come to escort him some five miles from the City.

Getting such a warm welcome would be nice if he didn't knew that Lyra was just trying impress him so that she could get into his pants and get a bastard or two from him.

Becoming his mistress and his lover had been her greatest desire ever since he gave her the taste of true power and he couldn't even blame her for it.

"Anything important I should know?" he asked.

"Well… I did told you that Tyrion came back safe and sound after setting up a mining operation in Dragonstone. Didn't I?"

"You did. Some two months ago." He replied.

"Well… he met up with his… 'wife' after that." She said "It was not pleasant. But they're together now… however that happened. Tyrion took her with him to Bolton Port where he is now making some changes to make the Port more prosperous. He's also making some changes in our merchant fleet routes. He claims that it'll increase our revenue from our Fleet by two to three times. He and Tysha still sleep in separate bedrooms and haven't had sex yet but it seems like he is intent on correcting his past mistakes and he courting her once again. Tyrion had also taken Tysha's bastard son as his own and seemed to genuinely love the boy so that went to sweeten things between them by a great deal as well."

He felt like reprimanding her for spying on someone else's sex life. But she was his spy mistress and it was her job to know these kinds of things so he couldn't do that either.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Yes." She replied "In the 5 months that you were gone, Lord Tywin held the Greatest Tourney in the history of Westeros as it was being called now. Lords and knights from all across the Kingdoms came to Westerlands to participate."

"How did it go?" he asked.

"Dreadfully boring." She replied "The prince stole no daughters. There was no great scandal except a few smaller ones that went mostly unnoticed. Ser Loras Tyrell won the joust and crowned his sister the queen of love and beauty. Though I wonder if it would have been scandelous enough if he had crowned his true lover with the crown."

He shook his head "Homosexuality is looked down upon by the lords of these lands."

"You don't look down upon it?" she asked, genuinely curious this time. Or maybe she was just this good at manipulating her own emotions. He didn't care to use legilimency to know.

"No. I don't really care about such things." He replied "If a man wants to fuck another man or even his own goat, why should I care about it. Why should the world care about it for that matter. It is an internal matter about the man and his goat after all."

The minx giggle at his words "My lord… you seem so naive sometimes." Then she burst out into another fit of giggles.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"Tywin Lannister has built a golden statue of himself and have erected it in the middle of the front courtyard as a great show of Lannister wealth. He also sent you a letter, asking you to hand Tyrion to him or the rain will weep over your halls and all that crap."

He rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you kill him?" Lyra suddenly asked.

He turned to look at her and she asked once again.

"Why don't you kill Tywin? I know you're capable of doing it. And, he seems intent on making himself your enemy. Why don't you remove him?"

"I will." He replied "When the time is right and when people would not be suspicious of me for his murder."

"As you wish my lord." She replied, bowing and giving him another look at her bountiful breast.

Merlin! This woman will be the death of him.

"There's another piece of news my lord." She said and he looked at her.

"The merchant you told me to keep an eye on. This Illyrio Mopatis who is sheltering the Targaryen children. He seems to have contacted Khal Drogo with the offer of a marriage between the Khal and the Targaryen girl."

"Khal Drogo? What does he wants from the Dothraki?"

"It seems the beggar prince wants to wants to bring the Dothraki army across the Narrow sea and take the Iron Throne."

He wondered how to react to such an absurd… it did not even deserved to be called a plan.

"The Dothraki has never crossed the Narrow Sea." He said "They are afraid of Seas and hate the boats. It is unlikely that this Khal Drogo would ever come to Westeros."

"A rather poorly thought out union." Lyra said in agreement.

"Still… Stranger things have happened before. And after the return of the White Walkers… I don't want the realm to be any more unstable than it already is." He said "Keep an eye on this Khal Drogo and the Targaryen siblings. It is more than likely that the siblings would fade into obscurity. But if the Khal ever wants to cross the Narrow sea, inform me."

"What will you do my lord." She asked.

"I'll sink them to the bottom of the sea before the would ever reach Westeros."