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"Hey, Dom," Eddard stated as they rode together through the fields. "Did you know Tor is sweet on your sister?" (secondsonofwinter)

“Is he now? I was not aware.” He thought of the youngest of the Karstark boys and could not but help feel that the match would not be a bad one. “Shall we play a bit of matchmaking do you think?”

Morgan‌:

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Originally posted by drogons

Morgan had spend a few years of his life with the second sons, he had risen in the ranks through his time but he wasn’t in the inner circle of the leaders just yet. They had come to join the mother of dragons and her quest to free slaver’s bay and then to Westeros. They had allowed him to come to a meeting with her and he saw someone he never thought he would see unless he returned home. Domeric, he was there standing to her side. He moved to the side and cautiously approached wondering if his brother recognized or remembered him.

Domeric felt as if someone was watching him. It was a feeling that he could not quite shake. Pale eyes start to pan over the number of sellswords, narrowing as he starts to wonder if the bastard had learned the job was left unfinished. Someone moving caught his attention and he started to finger the pommel of the blade at his side, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice. Then his eyes fall upon the man, not recognizing his brother who had grown and changed over the years, a man he was certain was either at the Dreadfort or dead. “Stand where you are.”

Seeing older brother for the first time in years| Male Morgan and Domeric

Lady Arya‌:

She bit her lip harshly again, wincing at the pain. “He said he was your father’s true son.” Perhaps she shouldn’t have said it, but the words were out of her mouth faster than she could think not to. 

She shifts almost uncomfortably then. “I don’t mean to imply ill about your brother.” Does he care for Ramsay as Arya does Jon? Love his brother, as Arya loves her own? She cannot tell yet. 

“And he shall never be nothing more than a Snow.” Once, he would have side differently of Ramsay, but that was before his poisoning. Once, he had intended to legitimize his brother as a Bolton and give him a keep. That had ended when Domeric had nearly died and his brother had tried to insist on replacing him.

When she apologizes for implying ill of his brother he finds himself remembering Ned Stark’s bastard and his tone softens and he speaks softly to the girl his father decided would be his wife. “Unfortunately, not all bastards are as honorable as Lord Commander Snow. I thank you for your words, but sadly my brother and I do not have a good relationship as I had once hoped.”

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Domeric stood tall and rigid as the people of court milled around him. Many seemed to have an fearful interest in the Bolton heir, and he was certainly hearing whispers about his house’s reputation. Not many houses had their reputation on an act that could only be described as cruel torture. He could see women of lesser houses were too fearful to approach him and he could not help but feel annoyance at such idle gossip. The sound of someone approaching drew his attention from the chittering of maidens.

“My lord,” he greets the man who could only be Tyrion Lannister politely.

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Domeric leaned a bit towards the woman beside him, whispering “You would think that he would be bored of this posturing by now, really. Does he expect the king to call the banners now when every year he tells him that he will next year?” The Bolton heir felt sorry for Jalabhar Xho, promised every year that Robert would help to ends his exile and every year Robert told him that he would next year. He doubted that next year would ever come.

“I think he lets Xho stay because he sees him as much a fool as Moon Boy. It’s rather sad, really.” It was pathetic, though seeing him in tourneys would interesting, only over shadowed by Thoros of Myr’s flaming sword. He realizes that he is talking to the youngest Tyrell and gives her a smile. “Welcome to court, my Lady.”

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Domeric looked at his sister as she returned to the Dreadfort from the long visit she’d been encouraged to go on to their aunt in Barrowton. Father had sent her when Domeric had first started to show signs of falling ill. When it was an illness that had taken the late Lady Bethany, their mother, Domeric had feared that he would get his sister just as sick. That was before he knew why he had fallen ill, before he knew what had really caused him to be so deathly ill that he had nearly passed away. Poison.

He was still paler than when he had last seen Morgan, and he could not help but wonder how much Father had shared with her of what had happened. Had he told her about the bastard? Had he told her that Domeric had been poisoned when he had visited the bastard? Did she know how close her brother had come to death? “Sister, welcome home.”

Morgan‌:

He could tell his brother didn’t remember him but then again, Morgan had left when Domeric was set as heir and Roose and Morgan didn’t see eye to eye. His eyes rested on his brother’s hand resting on the blade. “Domeric,” he stated pausing in his walk over to him his hand away from his weapons. “It’s me, Morgan,”

Domeric is not sure if he should trust the man before him, but then he spoke and he could not help but draw in a sharp breath. He would have been certain after his ‘death’ that his father would have searched to the ends of the earth to find Domeric’s heir... If Morgan was still here... “Morgan... if you are here... who is heir to the Dreadfort...” He doesn’t even mention his apparent demise, waiting to see if any word had reached his brother

Seeing older brother for the first time in years| Male Morgan and Domeric

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Seeing older brother for the first time in years| Male Morgan and Domeric

“I would believe you should still be the heir, though I’m at a loss of why you are here of all places,” he replied looking very confused about why his brother would be over here. “Why are you here? You were never one to actually disobey our father’s wishes, unless something happened and the old bastard didn’t let me know about it, though I’m not an easy one to find.”

Morgan couldn’t blame his father not to send word to him. For all he knew, Roose Bolton thought he was dead in a ditch somewhere for all he cared about his rebellious second son. 

“I see... Word didn’t reach you about my ‘death’ then.” A sudden illness of the belly, the maester had stated. Domeric now knew differently, and after he’d awoken he had left the Dreadfort in order to recover safely elsewhere. When in White Harbor he’d heard about his own death and assumed the maester didn’t want to face Roose’s wrath for loosing track of the man’s weakened heir. Their aunt had been right not to trust the maesters, he now felt.

“Hopefully, Father is looking for you,” and the bastard is not taking my seat as the one who will inherit.

Conspirator​:

Match making brothers

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He listened to Domeric’s reaction as they rode and thought. It could be fun to play match maker, well half the work was already done. He was sure both Torren and Morgan liked each other. 

“I think most of the hard work besides convincing your father of the appropriateness of the match, is done,” he mused his eyes catching over where Tor and Morgan were riding next to each other themselves, he was half wandering what they were talking about. “I think playing match maker would be fun. It isn’t like those two can’t marry for love,”

Domeric could not argue that half the work had indeed been done for them, for the most part. He had a feeling that at least Torrhen was oblivious to his feelings for Morgan. He could not speak for Morgan, either.

“If they are even aware that they are fond of one another as more than just friends.” He states with a laugh. He watched the two of them, saw how closely they rode to one another... He heard the sound of Torrhen letting out a laugh, watched him lean a little on his horse to be closer to Morgan. “If we do it right, we might even make them think it is their idea. Father... I will try and talk Father into the match. He’s fond of Morgan, though he will not admit it. I think he would like her to be happy.”

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“I highly doubt that Father would be looking for me.” Morgan stated with a shrug. “Even if he believes you are dead. He seemed happy to pretend I didn’t exist since I left home to find my own way,” 

His thoughts dwelled on the day he had left home. Roose wanted him to take a path, he didn’t want for himself. Roose had wanted him to settle down and possibly marry one of the girls of Bear Island but as much as he loved the wildness of Dacey and her sister he didn’t want that for his life. He knew he wasn’t to be lord of the Dreadfort and he didn’t mind that.  “A Lord’s life isn’t for me and you know that, Dom,” He stated bringing himself back to the present. “Though what happened that would make him think his prized son is dead?”

Domeric knew that even if Roose had been angered by Morgan, he would likely prefer his trueborn son as his heir over the bastard. The very bastard that Domeric had only sought out himself because he missed his brother. He should have listened to their father. Stayed in the Dreadfort instead of looking for brotherly affection and waited for one of the Stark girls to come of age so his father could push for a match like planned.

“I know that, but I really don’t think had he found you that you would have denied him once he explained.” For he hoped that Morgan would not have just stood by and allowed Ramsay to take the place that was theirs through murder.

“I... I was careless, and far too trusting. our bastard brother. I am certain that he is the one who poisoned me. I dare not stay after that, but I don’t think that Father’s maester told him that my ‘body’ went missing. Starting to see why Aunt Barbery sees them as gray rats that are not to be trusted.”

Conspirator​:

He smiled at those two riding close and the sound of his brother laughing and he could just make out the smile on Morgan’s face. 

“And I will work on my father as well, I mean our families have been close why not tie those bonds a bit stronger. I want those two happy since they won’t have the responsibility of ruling a hold,” he stated then heard the musical laughter of Morgan laughing. “It would be good to have a little bit of happiness around here.”

“Happiness and an excuse to drink the night away without taking the plunge into marriage ourselves.” Domeric was not certainly not ready to commit just yet, though he knew that it was already a matter of time before his father found him a match. He liked the freedom that he had at the moment, not having a wife to attend to, as he could spend much more time riding and visiting the Karstarks. “Now, to start our plan on how to get them together.”

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domeric was certain that he knew why he’d been named as one of lady stark’s personal guards for the negotiations. his father was at the heart of this, not the young wolf, wishing his heir to be away from where the fighting was the thickest. he’d nearly died two years ago, and while he’d recovered the near loss had meant that his father would be careful with him. a lord is nothing without his heir, and while roose never stated that he was more careful for domeric’s sake the young man knew why. it was not for his love of domeric, no, it was for convenience, had domeric passed he would be pressured to marry again and have a new heir, and roose did found boy lords loathsome. no, domeric at least was a man grown, no chance of a boy lord when roose died there.

roose had only taken him south to keep him from ramsay, he knew, as his father was certain the illness that had nearly taken domeric’s life had been poison. an idea that domeric prayed was not the case, for he had only sought to have the companionship of a brother. family had always been something that he had craved and missed, so in a way he certainly understood some of what lady stark was currently going through, and why she was still in the south with her eldest. she wanted to see her family back together, as he had wanted to see his family become bigger than just himself and his lord father.

“do you think, my lady, that treating with renly will truly work?” he prayed that it would, and that this would not be all for nought.

Lady ‘Arya’​:

ARYA, she is arya.  she must believe it or they shan’t.  but she had been prettier than arya, at least once, before other men had BROKEN HER ( she can still feel the raised scars upon her back if she reaches to brush her fingers against them ).   jeyne thinks, perhaps, she looks pretty now too; she must, as the lady of winterfell, a title she had dreamed about as a girl – but robb had been her husband in those dreams ( he had married a girl named jeyne, she knew, and look where that had gotten him ).

HER TIMIDNESS stays with her, even during the feast, though she sits beside her new husband and tries not to let her feelings betray her too easily.  jeyne knows very little of domeric bolton, only that his father makes her uneasy; that he sits the seat that lord stark had sat once.  “i hope to make you a good wife,” she tells him, reaching to rest her hand lightly over his wrist.  “to make you happy.”

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domeric is well aware, just as aware as his father was, that the girl before him was not in fact arya stark. for one, her eyes were the wrong color entirely. for another, this timid creature was nothing like the girl that he’d heard tales of. lyanna come again, that is what some of the lords had called little arya stark. this girl did not look like she would rather be wrestling in the mud with boys rather that doing embroidery or learning songs. as the new lord of winterfell, so named by his father ( who had also taken the title of the warden of the north for himself ),  he knew that he needed the north to accept his marriage as that to arya stark, even if the girl that he wed and bed was not the late lord eddard’s daughter.

his eyes glance over at her as she speaks, perhaps for the first time since the wedding, and he watches her mannerisms as she does so. “i am sure that you will, my lady,” he responds, putting his own hand upon the one she had placed on his wrist. “i intend to be a good husband to you, as well. i know this is not likely how you imagined your marriage, but i will make an effort to ensure your happiness.”

Domeric looked up at the sound of the girl's voice, continuing to adjust the strapping that he was working on for his saddle. He would be riding in the tourney, even though he did not think that a Northerner was what had come to mind for many for one of Robert Arryn's Brotherhood of Winged Knights. "So I have heard, though I cannot speak as to the truth of their words in regards to my brother. I have never had the chance to meet him, after all. Perhaps if I had returned the the Dreadfort... I think father has some bride in mind for me, though he does not share that with me." His pale eyes flicked over her, wondering what it was about her that left him curious. "I hear that your own father has a husband in mind for you, have you had a chance to meet him?"

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ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I HEARD THAT  LADY  ARYA  STARK HAS  WED  YOUR  BROTHER.  ❞  People  say  the  bastard  brother  is  a  nightmare  in  human  skin,  and  it  makes  her  blood  run  cold,  thinking  that  her  little sister  could  now  be  in  his  grasp.  Could  the  trueborn  son  be  so  different?  But  what  truth  can  she  speak  when  she  is  not  even allowed  to  wear  her  own  name?  ❝ Some  say  it  should  have  been  you  that  wed  the  Stark  girl.  Does  your  father  save  his heir  for  a  different  bride? ❞