Chapter 214

DOMERIC BOLTON POV

Domeric crafted yet another ritual circle on the ground and planted yet another Weirwood sapling at the center of it.

The ritual circle would aid the tree and allow it to reach adulthood in a month.

This was a ritual that he knew very well. Too well, he would say as he had performed it more than a thousand times in the past month since he came down from the Wall.

In fact, he had planted so many trees that even his enhanced back was starting to hurt from all the labor work.

He once again lamented the lack of any house elves in this world. Or any other magical human all who could use his brand of magic.

But none could do it.

He knew because he had made all the people with even a drop of magic in his domain try to use the wands or write the runes.

It didn't work.

And now here he was. Doing the back breaking work which required him to plant about 7777 trees in his domain, allowing him to make a grand magical array that would protect the whole of Bolton lands from the Winter Snow.

The whole thing would be so powerful that Winter would never come in his lands. And even if it did, it would be mild at best.

The whole project would take a whole year to complete by his estimations.

He had only been at it for a month and he was already bored to death.

And his back.

He was not sure if his back would survive all this work.

At least he was able to bring most of the Children of the Forest with him for this project. Carving the faces on so many trees was well beyond the two resident Children Ash and Leaf.

The main problem with this array was that it would become useless the moment that White Walkers arrived in his lands.

It irked him to admit it but their magic was far better than his own. And any kind of defense that he tried to make with his magic, they could easily break through it with their own simple basic barbaric magic.

So the only thing they could do is try to stop them at the Wall.

Because of the White Walkers crossed the Wall, then they're fucked.

Fuck, the whole thing irritated him to no end.

He plopped down on the ground and stared up at the clear blue sky above him.

"You tired already?" Ygritte asked from where she was sitting on a tree stump and reading the book he had forced her to read.

No woman of his was going to be illiterate.

Well… she was not really illiterate after all these years but he wanted her to know more about the world.

She had become more prickly and sarcastic ever since then.

"My back hurts." He told her as he rolled on the grass and tried to massage his hands. It worked but only a little.

She put the book down and walked up to him before she sat down beside him.

"Do you want me to massage your back Domeric Bolton?" she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Since when did you learn how to give a massage. I'm surprised you even know the word."

"Ha ha." She deadpanned "Do you want it or not?"

"Are you doing this so you can escape your studies?" he asked.

"And if I am?"

He looked at her defiant expression for a moment before he smiled.

"Very well then. I suppose I could let you off the hook for now. Climb on."

She smiled and climbed on his back and started giving him a back massage.

It was not very good but it was decent enough.

Two minutes into the massage, his Communication mirror vibrated in his pocket with much more intensity than usual, meaning that it was some kind of important message or an emergency.

"Love." He said and Ygritte got up from his back and handed him the Magical mirror.

He took the call and Lyra's face came to him.

The unconcerned look on her face calmed him down a little.

"What is it Lyra?" he asked.

"The Hand of the King, Lord Jon Arryn died last night." She told him and his eyes widened.