Chapter 153

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

"Baka told me everything that happened in your 'simple and safe' expedition." His aunt said as she entered his room and closed the door behind her and he cringed.

Yup, he was definitely going to hear an earful now.

"So it's true that the White Walkers are back?" his aunt asked and sat down on the chair, taking out an arbor gold bottle (the bottle made and exported by his glass makers) and filling a glass cup with it.

Well… if she was not going to scold him about his death battle with the White Walker then maybe not all was lost.

"They're back. Yes." He said, not knowing how to be subtle about this piece of information. "And I killed one of them. It has hard to kill it but I managed to do it nonetheless. So it's not as hopeless as you might think."

"You fought and killed one of them?" she asked with her emotions warring between pride, fear, anger and exasperation.

"And brought back a Wight as well." He added "Now I just have to find a way to show the Wight to the lords of the North and then the lords of the rest of the 7 kingdom in a way that people won't suspect me of being a Necromancer."

"Why would they suspect you of anything?"

"Because they don't know about my magical method of travel and don't know that I went North of the Wall. To them it would seem like I brought the undead out of my own backyard and I don't plan to tell anyone about magical travel so I won't have any worthy explanation either."

"I do hope you're not saying that you risked your life for nothing." She said and he put his hands up in a placating gesture.

"Nothing like that. It just means that I'll have to go North once again. This time with an army and in a way that would be noticed by everyone."

"Like your last heroic expedition North of the Wall…" she drawled and he nodded.

"Exactly. Something like that would be enough to get the attention of everyone in the North and even some in the South. Then when I come back, I'll show the Wight as well as the Ice Sword left by the 1st White Walker and everyone will believe my story and no one will suspect me of anything."

"So that's your amazing plan. You go on gallivanting across the realm and leave all your duties to me. Once again."

"Of course." He said with what he hoped was a charming smile.

His aunt rolled her eyes and sighed with exasperation.

"Very well then. I'll inform Walton to gather the 1000 men for your 2nd expedition. Hopefully you won't meet another horde of Wights this time."

He nodded in reply, wondering how long it'll take before he is able to equip each one of his 1000 men with Dragon glass.

He would have to go down South himself if he wanted the Dragonglass weapons before the end of the month.