Chapter 102

He huffed and braced himself for an impact as Varko swung his heavy wooden sword at his shield, sending a jolt of pain through his arms as he tried to stand his ground while the older and far more experienced swordsman continued his barrage of attacks on him, forcing him to lower his shield until at last he couldn't hold it up anymore and it dropped to the ground.

"Hold your shield up." Varko chastised him with a frown. "Keep it up to your shoulder and pay more attention to your footing. It might not have seemed like it but a strong kick could have blown you off like the papers you're so fond of."

He let out a tired grunt and took a few deep breaths while massaging his sore and tired shield before the hellish training started all over again.

As he had expected, his aunt had been upset with him sending her to the Bolton Port, even if the mansion he'd sent her to was only slightly less luxurious than Dreadfort.

The problem was that he didn't have any family aside from her and he didn't want her to be upset with him. So when he had gone to her a few days later to talk with her, she had told him that she'll continue to be upset with him unless he does her a favor.

The favor had been for him to learn swordsmanship so that he would get good enough with it to beat an average mook.

So far, the training had been very hard for him as being a wizard, he had never really needed to push his physical capabilities to the limits.

The only time he ever remembered physically exerting himself was when he was training under Oliver Wood for the Quidditch. And even then, they were mostly flying on their Brooms so he was not sure it even counted.

And now. Now here he was. Trying to defend himself against one of the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms.

Sure the swordsman was going easy on him but that still left him beaten, bruised and sore by the end of the day.

Varko brought his sword up for one powerful strike and he took this moment to change the placement of the shield so that the next blow would be parried away, leaving Varko open for a strike.

He swung his wooden sword at Varko who easily batted away his strike but didn't retort with a strike of his own, allowing him to swipe his sword a few more times against Varko before he locked their swords together and then kicked him in the legs, making him stumble pathetically to the ground.

"Foot work." Varko reminded him. "And don't simply swing your sword with your arm. Put all of your body behind it or else it won't do any significant damage."

"Wow! Briar wasn't lying when she said that you were shit at this." Ygritte's snarky voice rang from behind him "I bet my little brother could knock you on your ass if he wanted to."

He wanted to tell her to 'fuck off' but realized that such doing such a thing would be too childish.

So he use wandless magic and manipulated the branch of a nearby Heart tree to coil around Ygritte's ankle and pull her up in the air.

She yelped as she was flung up in the air and the arrows in her quiver clattered down to the ground even as she held onto her bow.

Hmm… maybe he should create a magical quiver for her with unlimited arrows and anti gravitational charm. Considering how she was the best archer in his lands and the main reason why he invited her to his home in the first place.

Well, she was rather good looking so there was that as well.

Or maybe it was the red hair. His godfather Sirius Black told him that all the Potters had a thing for Red heads.

He shook his head as he noticed that she had taken out a knife and was trying to unsuccessfully cut through the Weirwood branch.

Fun fact: Weirwood might not be as strong and sturdy as Ironwood but it came a close second.

Seeing her dangling in the air like that, a mischievous idea entered his mind and he sent a ticking hex in her direction.

A few seconds later, the unrestrained laughter of Ygritte rang in the Godswood.

Leaf came out of an underground cave and glanced at the commotion. She looked emotionlessly at the scene in front of her for a long moment before she shook her head and went back inside her cave.

"Domeric… haahaha… I'm sor… haahaaa. Sorry. Soorrrry .hahahah .Pleasee…" Ygritte managed to say in between bouts of laughter and he got up from the ground and dusted cast a cleaning charm on himself before looking at Ygritte in amusement.

"What? I thought your brother could knock me on my ass. How come you're dangling in the air and flopping like a fish then?" he asked and Ygritte cursed at him before she quickly apologized and started begging him to let her down.

"Very well then." He said and gently put her down to the ground before removing the ticking hex from her.

So got up from the ground while glaring at him from between her messed up hair before she took the knife and charged at him with a war cry.

She never reached him as he had been ready for her and various ropes rose from the ground and wrapped themselves around her in a Shibari rope design, highlighting her budding curves and pulling her in the air.

"Put me down you. Argh…" she flopped around in the captivity before she let out a huff and stopped trying.

"You like what you see?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow as she found him staring at her growing curves.

"Hmm… I don't know" he said as he stepped toward her and cupped her cheeks, sending a surface legilimency probe and finding that the ropes grinding against her nether regions had given her a slight arousal. And she was attracted to him and wanted to take her right then and there.

It was not the first time he had felt such thoughts coming from her. In fact, by this point, he had heard such thoughts from so many woman that he was not even surprised anymore. Though it did sickened him a little when older women looked at him with desire. That was just plain creepy.

After all, he was the most powerful lord in the North aside from Ned Stark and the only bachelor around. There was no way that woman won't desire him. Not that he was too proud of that fact because he knew very well that such attraction was only superfluous and none of those woman would have glanced at him a second time if he didn't have any magic and was just another commoner instead of being a lord.

But that doesn't mean that he couldn't take advantage of the situation.

He moved forward, pulled Ygritte's face up by her chin and place a kiss on her soft and tantalizing lips.

Then he stepped back and smirked evilly at her before turning around and looking at Varko who was waiting patiently for him with a bored look on his face "Let's continue Varko."

Varko nodded and picked up his wooden sword.

Because even if he had any feelings for the girl, she was still only 15 years old and that a still a little young for him.

"Hey… Are you just going to leave me here. Domeric!" Ygritte shouted but he ignored her and continued his sparring session with Varko.

Maybe he should go to one of his Brothals and do something about the sexual frustration he had been feeling ever since he entered puberty.