Chapter 86

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

Lord Stark's abrupt arrival in Dreadfort had forced him to change his plans.

Unlike what the people in his small council had been told, he had not in fact gone to Braavos for some deal but had instead gone to Dragonstone in search for any dragon eggs that might still be hidden in some hidden underground vault or at the crack of the Volcano where the Dragons once used to live.

The search had been long and had him many days and a good deal of magical exhaustion before he finally stumbled upon a hidden cave some distance from Dragonstone castle which lead to an underground vault which held a few hundred thousand gold dragons, books, treasures and three dragon eggs.

He didn't care about the gold coins as much as he did for the dragon eggs, even as he took everything in the cave and put it inside his magical trunk.

Adding to the dragons eggs that he'd previously stolen from the rich magisters of the various cities in Essos, he now had a grand total of 7 large Dragon eggs in his possession.

7 dragon eggs that his magical sense told him were not as dead as people thought them to be due to their petrified nature.

He just needed to find the right ritual to perform and then… well… he'll have dragons.

But for now, he needed to return to Dreadfort and deal with Lord Stark as well as the lords in his nearby lands who had been whining about losing their 'precious' smallfolk to him.

Well, despite her dislike for the man, his aunt had told him that their situation was indeed a delicate one and without the calming presence of Lord Stark, it was likely that a civil war would erupt if the smallfolk continued to flow to his lands.

Which was why he had then held a meeting with his small council via a magical mirror and they had decided to hold a tourney to call all the lords from North.

This way, he won't have to run from castle to castle in order to make deals with his neighbours to sooth any ruffled feathers and would be able to deal with them all at once and not need to waste any more time on them than absolutely necessary.

With that said, he took his trunk and gave one last look at the island where he had spent his past few weeks and then with a password, a tug and a twist, he was back home.