Domeric Bolton

@theboltonheir

Indie RP blog for Domeric Bolton from Asoiaf book series. Multiverse, AU, and smut friendly.

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Meeting You

Alysanne was not happy. Typically when she was in this mood she went to her father and he would make it better or at least try. This time though he was the reason she was unhappy. Leo Lefford was an overprotective father to her, especially after the death of his beloved wife and how she had been involved in the same accident. So normally he could turn away suitors. Despite being the sole heir of one of the wealthier gold mines Alysanne rarely saw a suitor shadowing her doorstep. But it seemed one suitor had manged to convince her father to allow them to meet.

It took a while for Leo to get Alysanne to agree to meet the suitor. She argued, fought and even locked herself in her room to not have to do this. She sniped at him that it was unfair to try and force her into an arranged marriage when he and her mother had met by chance. Leo argued that it was her duty as his heir to at least entertain the idea of marriage. She would need children of her own when he passed, and meeting with this suitor would be the first step. Finally it came down to him telling her she had no choice, and sent in her handmaiden to lace her into a dress. Ethis picked a dress that held her family’s colors, and pulled her hair into ringlets and pearls. She sighed and didn’t fight the women, letting her put her simply jewelry on and make sure her nails were proper.

Finally she was sent into her sitting room to wait. There was a tea set laid out on the table along with a few plates of cake and sandwiches. Alysanne refused wine and any alcohol, having disliked the taste of it. So it was more common to see her with tea and cakes than a glass of wine. Sighing deeply she made up a cup of tea, mixing honey and cream into it to sweeten it. Before she could take a sip however her door was opened and Ethis told her the lord was there to see her. Standing from her couch she painted on her sweetest smile and curtseyed as he entered. “Greetings my lord. I’m Aysanne Lefford.”

Domeric understood his father’s pressure to wed the Letford girl the very instant his horse had arrived destiny; they were beautiful, warm lands. So different from the Dreadfort. Lord Lefford had welcomed him wearing gold embroideries on his garments; surely from one of his goldmines.Another reason why he should try his best in courting the girl.

Trying by all means to be polite, Domeric was quickly lead through the large hallways of the Lefford Fortress. He had no desire to be there, no matter how wealthy they were or how much their marriage would help House Bolton. Especially now that the idea of joining the North by marrying Domeric Bolton and Lyanna Stark had faded away from good. With Lyanna dead and Eddard joining the Tullys, Boltons and Leffords sounded like a cunning move from his father,

After he was announced by one of the maids, Domeric stepped into the sitting room. No matter how resilient he was to the idea; he was nervous about meeting her. Alysanne, her name was Alysanne, he ought to remember that. Domeric looked at the girl standing before him; she was pretty indeed, ith her bright smile and golden hair. But she wasn’t Lyanna. “A pleasure to meet you, Mylady. I’m Domeric Bolton...”

#ladyofgoldentooth

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“…this…” Olyvar’s brows furrowed slightly. He did not want to appear ungrateful, but he was confused nonetheless. “I…have my own room, my lord?” He had not that from any of his three masters. Even Aidan had expected him to stay close by, though they had not shared a bed from the beginning. “ – I…certainly, master.” He inclined his head politely. “It should be no trouble to familiarize myself with your wardrobe. I’ll have something picked out before I wake you.”

“Well, yes...though it doesn’t have its own bathroom. You’ll have to use the common one....”Domeric took a quick look around the place before looking back at Olyvar.

“Good...” Domeric smiled, pleased at the boy’s answer. He surely was obedient “Then I’ll see you tomorrow...” he stepped out and headed back to his own room.

#wildlyexpensive #v; well-trained

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Lilliyan was hunched over her paper work as she did her figures, adding up the expenses for the month. First of the month was always the day she closed, but it was the first time since taking on her bard Eric. She turned him out for the day, telling him to enjoy himself.

Her office door creaked open but she ignored it since Boone always came in and out. When the scent of flowers hit her nose she frowned and looked up in confusion. “Eric? What have you got there?” She asked, seeing the bard with a bundle of flowers in his hand

“Thank you…” Domeric was fairly impressed of the way she peeled off that orange so easily. Dropping the knife aside, he took the half orange for himself.”I’ve never tried it before but might as well…” he dipped the fruit on the cream and tasted it, followed by a humming sound of approval.

Staring at the stars once more, he finished the orange in silence. “You were very lucky to have your grandad…” Domeric spoke, even after his promise of not speaking any more sad things. But his tone was lighter than before. “And I’m very lucky to be here….”

Humming in answer Lilliyan pipped a piece of the orange into the cream as well, sucking the cream off before popping the fruit into her mouth. She favored oranges over most fruits and the whipped cream was just as added bonus. Peeling off another piece she dipped it into the whipped cream again as Eric started to talk again.

“Mm. You just knocked on the right door.” Lilliyan said with a smile around the fruit. “I’m not going anything special by letting you stay Eric despite what you think. You needed help and I helped.”

“Yes ,I did...who knows where I might be instead of here...probably dead” Domeric to started took his knife and started to peel another orange. When he looked up, he smiled at watching Lillyan eating the fruit so eagerly “you really like those, aren’t you?” he let out a small chuckle before eating one himself.

“This is nice...” Domeric sighed while gazing again on the night sky, the soft breeze blowing around them as they enjoyed the dessert. If someone had told him months ago that would be his life, he might call them insane.

//I’ll be replying EVERYTHING I owe today....Sorry,guys. Also, hit me up if you want to start a new thread. I’ll be here more often from now on :)

#miss RPing so much #starter call

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"And then there’s me. I thought I knew where I was going. I thought I had it all mapped out. Turns out, I had no idea.” (they might be on their first date in the modern Au, or whatever you want...)

“I knew you were different from the rest of your family,” Sansa chuckled, her cheeks reddening as she met his eyes. “I’m not trying to say that your father and brother are bad,” she stuttered, “I just, you know, we’ve never gotten along.” He was like her, different from the rest, a property that intoxicated her beyond belief. “Hey,” Sansa breathed, “let’s get out of here,” the others in the restaurant suddenly suffocating her.

“Oh I know…the Starks and Boltons never been to fond of each other….” Domeric chuckled bitterly.”But they’re not bad, really…” he just shook his head, eyes flickering between Sansa’s and his plate. “Sure…let me get the check” Domeric waved the waiter and quickly looked her again “Are you not feeling well?”

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“Oh,” Sansa chuckled, “no I feel perfect.” She craved being alone with him, the way her heart buzzed when she was in his office for the first time, all of it. “I just thought it might be nice to get some fresh air,” the Stark continued, flinging a strand of hair over her shoulder, “with you.” Immediately regretting the words, a deep blush spread across the woman’s cheeks.

“Oh...!” Domeric smirked. The night was going better than he had expected too, and she wasn’t bored out of her mind with his ramblings. “Some fresh air would be perfect...” Domeric found himself mesmerized by the way Sansa had blushed. He hurried up with the check and getting the coats, placing Sansa’s around her shoulders as they stepped outside..”It’s such a beautiful night...”

#sweetxlittlexbird

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How droll. Olyvar’s eyes flicked down again, feeling his master’s eyes upon him. It hadn’t bothered him once, this type of scrutiny. It had been all he knew.

“…I see, master.” Many masters had said such. Many masters had lied. It didn’t matter. Olyvar was not scared. He was careful. “I am glad to hear it.”

Such an emotionless response puzzled Domeric. Certainly the boy was well.behaved, and he wondered how come he had been trained that good. Those old bruises were indeed a hint.

“Well if you are not hungry then you might want to get some rest...”Domeric tossed his napkin aside on the table and got up. He placed his hand around Olyvar’s shoulder and guided him outside.”This room next to mine is yours...I’m sure you find all the commodities you need there” Domeric turned on the lights for Olyvar; it was definitely a smaller room than his, but with a bed, a small table and a closet.

“After I’m done eating you can pick up the trade and I won’t be needing you for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow morning I want you to wake me up at seven and get my clothes ready, I have a meeting with my father so pick something appropriate...”

#wildlyexpensive #v; well-trained

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Lilliyan was hunched over her paper work as she did her figures, adding up the expenses for the month. First of the month was always the day she closed, but it was the first time since taking on her bard Eric. She turned him out for the day, telling him to enjoy himself.

Her office door creaked open but she ignored it since Boone always came in and out. When the scent of flowers hit her nose she frowned and looked up in confusion. “Eric? What have you got there?” She asked, seeing the bard with a bundle of flowers in his hand

“Thank you...” Domeric was fairly impressed of the way she peeled off that orange so easily. Dropping the knife aside, he took the half orange for himself.”I’ve never tried it before but might as well...” he dipped the fruit on the cream and tasted it, followed by a humming sound of approval.

Staring at the stars once more, he finished the orange in silence. “You were very lucky to have your grandad...” Domeric spoke, even after his promise of not speaking any more sad things. But his tone was lighter than before. “And I’m very lucky to be here....”

This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction

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Olyvar watched his new master step out of the bathroom. He was quite handsome - a small mercy at best. He didn’t imagine it would be long until he was expected to serve as whatever orifice the man needed most at that moment.

“Nothing, my lord,” he said softly, laying the food out on the table. “Simply not hungry, my lord. Does everything look to your liking?”

Was that a trick question? Domeric smirked as his eyes went from the plate before him to Olyvar. “Yes, I like everything I see...”

“Except the fact that you are terrified....you are scared of me, I can tell....” Domeric started to cut his meat carefully. “I’m not going to punish you like your old master did...” he let out simply “I don’t enjoy causing pain....”

#wildlyexpensive #omg you came up with a name!#:D #v; well-trained

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Lilliyan was hunched over her paper work as she did her figures, adding up the expenses for the month. First of the month was always the day she closed, but it was the first time since taking on her bard Eric. She turned him out for the day, telling him to enjoy himself.

Her office door creaked open but she ignored it since Boone always came in and out. When the scent of flowers hit her nose she frowned and looked up in confusion. “Eric? What have you got there?” She asked, seeing the bard with a bundle of flowers in his hand

Domeric just nodded at her question. “A fever got her, a few years back....” now he was feeling a sharp pain on his stomach, very much like the ones he used to have while ill, but irradiating towards his chest.”This is the first time I speak about this with someone...” he smiled faintly.

He knew he owed her the truth; he should talk about the other side of his family now. About his father, about House Bolton, about their tradition of flaying enemies alive, about his bastard brother...but he couldn’t. Especially when he saw Lilliyan smiling so gently, especially when he noticed how he was awakening sad memories on her as well.

“Let’s not talk about sad things anymore, the night is too beautiful for that...” Domeric smiled “and those oranges look tempting...”

“I think there’s lamb prepared for tonight…” Domeric replied as he stepped into his own bathroom and began to remove his clothes “Just get whatever it’s on the kitchen, I’m starved….”

As he was under the shower, Domeric questioned himself if he would be a good master. Olyvar seemed terrified. “It could have been worse, he could be Ramsay’s…” Domeric thought. But then again, obviously Olyvar wasn’t strange to cruelty. The way he avoided eye contact and mumbled betrayed him. And those marks…

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He inclined his head politely once more before leaving swiftly to find the kitchens. It was a dark place, this house. He hadn’t known many of these mansions even existed anymore, but…here he was. Though it took him a few moments to orient himself, he found the kitchen quickly enough, and helped the chef put together a tray for his new master.

He returned to Domeric’s room soon after; he was sure he would be expecting dinner hot. He did not get anything for himself. Frankly, he had very little appetite.

“Olyvar?...” Domeric asked when he heard his room’s door cracking gently. He finished drying himself and quickly got dressed. Perhaps next time he could ask Olyvar to help him with that, he smiled wickedly for himself at the thought. Domeric still wasn’t used t the idea of having a slave of his own.

“That was fast!” he said while stepping out of the bathroom, his hair still wet and his feet bare. Domeric sat at a small table he had by his bed. “Are you not eating? What’s troubling you?”

#wildlyexpensive

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Lilliyan was hunched over her paper work as she did her figures, adding up the expenses for the month. First of the month was always the day she closed, but it was the first time since taking on her bard Eric. She turned him out for the day, telling him to enjoy himself.

Her office door creaked open but she ignored it since Boone always came in and out. When the scent of flowers hit her nose she frowned and looked up in confusion. “Eric? What have you got there?” She asked, seeing the bard with a bundle of flowers in his hand

When Domeric found Lilliyan’s eyes fixed on him, her kind tone, and smile, he felt helpless. The words got stuck inside his mouth as he felt his pulse racing once again.

“You were right before....my mother was a noble woman...” he finally spoke.Quickly he took a sip of ale, hating himself internally for being so coward. But he couldn’t tell her he was a Bolton, that he had lied to her since the moment he stepped on her door. “She taught me to play the harp, and how to read...” He continued “She was a Ryswell, so she loved horses. Her family was from the Vale, where I’ve learnt how to ride and fight....”

“I see…” Domeric just nodded, staring for a short time into the boy’s gaze. Just one look was enough to realise why would anyone want a slave like Olyvar. And what would be his most required chores. He was beautiful, lean and young. Domeric tried to reassure his new slave by placing a hand on his cheek. “ Don’t worry….I know some masters would enjoy punishing such a pretty thing like yourself, but I won’t”

“And I’m sure you’re perfect Olyvar, my father wouldn’t have chosen you for me if not…” Domeric smiled. “No point talking about the past now. Why don’t you go fetch me some dinner while I take a bath? Serve yourself too…”

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A pretty thing. He wondered vaguely if his new master was trying to be reassuring or menacing. Honestly, it didn’t really matter. That condescension that masqueraded as kindness did not exclude pain any more than outright cruelty. Aidan would have never -

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter.

He had a new master now.

“ - of course, master,” he murmured. “Do you have any preferences, my lord, or shall I just bring whatever the chef has prepared..?”

“I think there’s lamb prepared for tonight...” Domeric replied as he stepped into his own bathroom and began to remove his clothes “Just get whatever it’s on the kitchen, I’m starved....”

As he was under the shower, Domeric questioned himself if he would be a good master. Olyvar seemed terrified. “It could have been worse, he could be Ramsay’s...” Domeric thought. But then again, obviously Olyvar wasn’t strange to cruelty. The way he avoided eye contact and mumbled betrayed him. And those marks...

#wildlyexpensive

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Lilliyan was hunched over her paper work as she did her figures, adding up the expenses for the month. First of the month was always the day she closed, but it was the first time since taking on her bard Eric. She turned him out for the day, telling him to enjoy himself.

Her office door creaked open but she ignored it since Boone always came in and out. When the scent of flowers hit her nose she frowned and looked up in confusion. “Eric? What have you got there?” She asked, seeing the bard with a bundle of flowers in his hand

At her request, Domeric stood and stepped into the kitchen.”Dessert?” he smiled at the sight of the oranges. With a quick glance, he noticed that Lillyan had thrown a shawl around her shoulders, but said nothing about it. He took the oranges and the bowl with cream and carried it outside.

After placing them carefully on the table, he came back to the kitchen at Lillyan’s call, helping her with the bowls of stew. They really smelled wonderful and Domeric’s stomach rumbled a little.

With the oranges and bowl of cream taken outside Lilliyan started spooning out the stew into the bowls for them. Humming again she grabbed the bread that Eric had sliced before hand, putting everything on the trays she often used to carry dinner around. Eric took one of them and she took the other. Following him outside she set her tray on the table.

Sighing softly at the bit of chill in the air she pulled her shawl around herself tighter, looking up at the sky. The sun was still setting so not all of the stars were out, but a fair number of them were out. She didn’t know all of the names of the stars and what their shapes were. “Moonmaid’s out. I think someone else is to but I’ve never good with their names.”

Once they were both in the garden, Domeric sat by Lillyan’s side and tasted the stew. “It’s really good....” he mumbled, trying to act natural. And it really was. He mixed it with a slice of bread.

“I don’t know the names of the stars...” Domeric shrugged before looking into the sky. And he was fairly surprised Lillyan knew them. “Who taught you that?”

But still, Domeric couldn’t pass by his own awkwardness. The food was delicious, Lillyan was kind and lovely as always, and the night was perfect. But a shadow had born inside his mind and he couldn’t erase that. He wasn’t tEric Snow, he didn’t belong there and each moment he spent lying to Lillyan was an insult to her.

“Listen Lillyan....there’s something I need to tell you...”Domeric set his plate aside once he was finished.

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Lilliyan was hunched over her paper work as she did her figures, adding up the expenses for the month. First of the month was always the day she closed, but it was the first time since taking on her bard Eric. She turned him out for the day, telling him to enjoy himself.

Her office door creaked open but she ignored it since Boone always came in and out. When the scent of flowers hit her nose she frowned and looked up in confusion. “Eric? What have you got there?” She asked, seeing the bard with a bundle of flowers in his hand

At her request, Domeric stood and stepped into the kitchen.”Dessert?” he smiled at the sight of the oranges. With a quick glance, he noticed that Lillyan had thrown a shawl around her shoulders, but said nothing about it. He took the oranges and the bowl with cream and carried it outside.

After placing them carefully on the table, he came back to the kitchen at Lillyan’s call, helping her with the bowls of stew. They really smelled wonderful and Domeric’s stomach rumbled a little.

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Lilliyan was hunched over her paper work as she did her figures, adding up the expenses for the month. First of the month was always the day she closed, but it was the first time since taking on her bard Eric. She turned him out for the day, telling him to enjoy himself.

Her office door creaked open but she ignored it since Boone always came in and out. When the scent of flowers hit her nose she frowned and looked up in confusion. “Eric? What have you got there?” She asked, seeing the bard with a bundle of flowers in his hand

“Great!” Domeric replied from the garden. The night breeze was humming softly on the air and there was practically nobody on the main street. He was still feeling rather uncomfortable after that recent episode with Lillyan, ad still trying to figure out her reaction.

‘Next time” she had said, Domeric thought “next time you kiss me”. Did Lilliyan want to be kissed again?. He shook his head for himself, he couldn't do that. Lillyan didn’t even knew who he truly was, Now Domeric found himself thinking about Lyanna Stark, about he had never managed to kiss her while she was still alive.

“Do you want me to help you with anything?” Domeric yelled from the garden while trying to shake those thoughts off.

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