Chapter 12: What the Fu-

3rd POV

The business that Domeric needed to do in King's Landing ran out, after he managed to buy some properties and businesses, he returned to the Bolton Lands.

Tywin decided to wait a while before speaking to Domeric about the new relationship between him and Myrcella, in the meantime, he would keep an eye out for any news that came out of House Bolton.

Weeks passed and the Aquila was back in the North.

Domeric could now be seen looking out to sea as he stood on the deck of the Aquila, he never ceased to marvel at the beauty of the sea.

"M'lord, we are near the Port of Bolton Lands, would you like anything?" asked a sailor as he bowed respectfully to Domeric.

"No need, I just want to enjoy the sea view while I can" Domeric replied without looking back, he just kept looking at the waters in the sea.

The sailor just nodded and left, the last thing he wants is to piss off the Lord of House Bolton and suffer the consequences.

When the Aquila arrived in Porto, Domeric quickly took a carriage and left, heading straight for Dreadfort.

time skip

Domeric finally arrived in Dreadfort, when he got there, he saw his aunt waiting for him with some Guards.

Before reaching Dreadfort, Domeric's chariot passed through various parts of the city of Carn Dûm, the view was simply beautiful.

Carn Dûm became a busy city, having wide concrete roads, so that the movement of wagons, etc. Passed without problems, the Public Bathrooms were also almost all finished.

The houses followed a Germanic style of architecture, also having some of the ancient Roman architecture.

Public order was high as the City Guard was fully equipped and disciplined, so they always looked out for criminals and those who tried to bring about disorder.

But most importantly, the city didn't smell like King's Landing, thanks to the sewer systems that Domeric was unbiased about putting in place.

"Auntie, how have the Lands been while I've been away?" Domeric asked after he hugged his aunt and followed her through the halls of Dreadfort.

"It's been working perfectly, however.....there's something important to tell you, it's about the Wargs" Barbrey replied with some reluctance at the end.

That made Domeric stop and look at his aunt intently for an answer.

"We've received reports that some Wargs have been born...different, the Uruks are asking what should you do" said Barbrey as he looked at Domeric.

"Tell the Uruks to keep an eye on these Wargs and bring one for me, I want to see what's happening later" Said Domeric after he thought for a bit, depending on what this new type of Wargs are like, they can be useful in the field of battle. battle or just become food for the Uruks.

Domeric soon went to his room and began to rest, as the days go by, he went back to his old routine, signing papers, drinking wine, eating, bathing, and sleeping.

??? pov

I was walking through the aisles of the Temple dedicated to the worship of the Deity Sauron, after a lot of work and getting enough funds, we managed to create a worthy temple.

Of course, the temple was not just for worshiping Sauron, but also for the Messiah that he presented to us mere mortals, Lord Domeric Bolton.

Finally, I arrived at the Great Hall of the Temple, where there were several brothers and sisters in the Faith worshiping our God, who was represented in a Great Eye.

I can still remember the day I joined the Cult, I was just a simple homeless girl, living in the Bolton Lands, until some Uruks who served Lord Bolton came and took me with them to a Camp where other people in the same situation as mine were.

I was given food, water, and lodging, and after I got a job at the Collective Farms that Lord Bolton had created, I was already quite happy.

But then I found out about the Cult that worshiped the God Sauron, which was just starting, I didn't want to enter, but soon I felt attracted by the speeches of the members until I formally joined.

After that I went up through the ranks of the Cult, the Cult was egalitarian, as long as you were loyal to the cause and especially to Lord Bolton, you could move up quickly.

My devotion to Sauron and Lord Bolton was rewarded, and I got a good abode in the "Noble" part of Carn Dûm, along with other unimportant benefits.

"Priestess Asha, we've been waiting for you" Said one of my brothers in the Faith as I walked up to the stage to deliver a speech praising Sauron and Lord Bolton.

"Forgive me I'm late brother, I was praying to Sauron in private, wishing Lord Bolton would come back soon and healthy" I replied as I walked up the steps.

"Have you heard the news? It has been heard from some maids in Dreadfort that Lord Bolton is considering wanting to communicate with us! We have finally been recognized by our Messiah!" Said one sister as she held hands and had a face of pure happiness.

But that's not for less, I was also happy, our Messiah decided to honor us, mere mortals, wanting to communicate with us.

I need to speak to the High Priest and ask him to let me be the one to communicate with Lord Bolton, and quickly.

"Well brothers, then communicate the good news to others" I say happily as I prepare to start my speech and tell the other members the news.

3rd POV

Domeric, along with Barbrey and 17 other Uruks, were in Dreadfort's courtyard, in the courtyard was a giant cage containing one of the different Wargs that had been born.

There were also some Handmaids and Servants, but they were only watching from afar, so as not to be in danger.

However, what Domeric expected was not a Warg... but a Caragor, yes, a Caragor, but instead of having the appearance of Shadow of War, he had the appearance of Shadow of Mordor.

"That's the new type of Warg I was talking about, Domeric" said Barbrey as he looked at the caged Caragor.

5 Uruks stayed close to Domeric and Barbrey while the rest were close to the cage, ready to attack Caragor if he suddenly got aggressive.

"...WHAT THE FU-".