Chapter 225

He came out in the middle of a forest, the camouflage cloak he was wearing hid him from the sight of others as long as he stayed still.

He stood up, put his hands inside the bottomless bag and took out his Weirwood broom.

The sun had already set in the horizon a few minutes ago and it was getting darker every minute.

He waited 10 minutes until the last rays of the sun went down and the stars in the sky became visible.

Then he climbed the broom and flew into the sky.

A few seconds later, he flew above the tavern where King Robert and his group had stayed only two days.

He took the road going to the North and flew above it.

With his magical broom, he covered distance quickly and half an hour later he was flying on top of the Twins which was littered with torch lights and had a somewhat festive atmosphere.

The old Walder Frey must have thrown a feast on Robert's name.

After all, it was not everyday that you get to host a King in your castle.

He came down behind two guards guarding a balcony and cast a Confundus charm on both of them before they could even be aware of his presence.

He looked in the eyes of one of them and pointed his wand at him "Legilimens"

A few seconds later, he had the information about the place where the King was sleeping.

The two guards would break out of the charm a few minutes later. He climbed his broom and left.

The flew into the top of the Western tower where the guests were staying and looked inside the general vicinity of where King Robert was supposed be sleeping this night.

After a few miss, he finally found the correct room.

King Robert was currently pounding into a young and petite girl with Frey features.

Which meant that she was no great beauty.

He wondered if Old Walder Frey had given King Robert one of his own daughter or granddaughter in hopes of getting a bastard of Royal blood in his own line.

He would not be surprised if such was the case but the girl was probably a bastard of some maid or just some whore with Frey features.

With how many Frey men there were, he was sure that any bastard born to a whore in their nearby inns or taverns have Frey blood in them.

He put a few charms on the window. Thankfully, King Robert was facing the other side of the room so it made his job easier.

He entered the room and put both the fucker and the fucked under an Imperius charm.

For all that Robert Baratheon was a king, he was rather weak willed and he took over his mind with absurd ease.

Then he used a persuasion charm on the King and said "You want your son to be married to Sansa Stark. You want your son to be married to Sansa Stark. You want your son to be married to Sansa Stark. Betrothed her to Tommen not Joffrey."

Because even if he didn't like Sansa all that much, he wasn't going to throw her at the little monster named Joffrey.

And that was it.

He stepped away from them, climbed out of the window on his broom and then released them from the spell.

They both looked a little confused for a moment before the King shrugged and continued pounding into the young girl.

There was a time in his life when watching an older fat man fuck a young and helpless girl would have filled him with disgust but he didn't feel anything upon watching this scene.

What's more, the girl was probably even enjoying this and hoping for a royal bastard to fill her womb.

He turned away from the scene and flew in the distance where he landed in the middle of the forest.

The persuasion charm was rather weak on it's own and worked best when applied regularly. Which was why he had been using the charm on the king for the past few weeks and would continue to do so until the man reached Winterfell.

He did want to get out of the betrothal with Sansa rather quickly and he won't get a better chance than this.

Once he had made another portkey from here to Dreadfort and from Dreadfort to his current location, he used the Portkey to get back to his room.

He found Ygritte sitting in the bed and studying a book under the light of the magical lamp.

Who would have thought that Ygritte would get attached to reading.

But then again, once you continue to do something for years, you get attached to it.

He removed his magical clothes and climbed the bed beside her.

She was currently reading a book that he took from the Valyrian vaults.

It was a book about the everyday life of the Valyrians and there was absolutely nothing magical about it so he had given to to the scholars under him to translate it into the Common language.

"You done with the Fat king?" she asked as she flipped another page of the book.

He smiled and pulled her in his arms. "Will have to do it a few more times to make it stick. But it'll work."

"You've done this before?" she asked.

He thought about her words and nodded "A few times. The spell doesn't always work exactly as I order it to as it works on the subconscious and people can sometimes overpower their subconscious mind with conscious ones with enough will power but it should work this time."

"You sure about that?" she asked and he nodded before he took out another book from his satchel. A book about the magical runes of the Valyrians.

As both of them were fairly tired from all the training, they only studied for a bit longer before they both closed their books and put them in the nearby tables.

He then closed the magical lamp and pulled Ygritte in a spoon position before they both fell asleep.