Chapter 237: News from Winterfell
Bolton Lands, Underground Base
POV of Domeric Bolton
Domeric picked up the call, and Lyra's face came up in the mirror. She stared at them for a long moment before she chuckled to herself.
"This is the fourth time I've called you while you're having sex." She said once the chuckles subsided. "By now I'm starting to wonder if you're doing it just to make me jealous."
"Believe me, Lyra," he said, "I'm also starting to wonder if you are trying to cockblock me whenever I get me some pussy." He said as he put two fingers inside Ygritte's wet and warm cunt and got a moan from her.
Lyra looked at the scene in silence for a long moment as he fingered Ygritte before she shook her head.
"Just wanted you to know that King Robert arrived in Winterfell yesterday."
"You already told us about that," Ygritte said and bit her lip to stop herself from letting out yet another moan.
"Yes, well. You might be a little more interested in what happened next."
"What happened next?" Domeric asked while sucking and biting Ygritte's nipples.
Lyra's breath hitched at the scene, and her hand went downward before she started to breathe heavily as well. "King Robert… he gave the… he gave the position of the Hand of the King to… mmh… to Lord Stark."
"I see." He said and frowned. "We expected this. Did Lord Stark accept?"
"No," Lyra said in a breathy moan, and even Ygritte stopped for a moment to stare at the woman who was masturbating through the mirror.
"Don't stop on my account," Layra said.
He smiled and used the thumb of his other hand to circle Ygritte's virgin rosebud.
"He didn't… accept it." Lyra continued. "The King was not happy, but he… he accepted his friend's decision."
"Then?" he asked.
"Then, then… yes… that night the King announced Sansa's betrothal to his son Joffrey Baratheon."
He stopped at once and stared at the girl seriously. "Joffrey Baratheon and not Tommen, are you sure? And with Sansa?"
The wanton woman nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Yes. Even Lord and Lady Stark seemed shocked by this news. It seems like the King didn't discuss this matter with Lord Stark before his announcement."
"Maybe he feared another rejection," Ygritte said as she playfully took one of his fingers and gently put it inside her tight rosebud, smirking at him all the while.
"Maybe he did. Did Lord Stark accept Sansa's betrothal without a word after that?" He said and slowly started to finger her arsehole.
On the other side of the mirror, Lyra's hands started to move faster and faster.
"Yeah… Yeah…" Lyra moaned, and then her whole body shuddered, and her eyes went up in her sockets for a long moment before she let out another moan and slumped, her breathing heavy as sweat beads formed above her brow.
"My spies told me that they later heard Lord Stark and the King fighting about this." She said in a slightly exhausted voice, "In the end, King Robert used his authority as a King, and that made Lord Stark shut up. I think Lord Stark doesn't like the King so much anymore."
"I think so too." Ygritte moaned as he put yet another finger inside her arsehole. It was a tight fit, but they managed to make do.
"Anything else, Lyra?" he asked.
"Hmm… yeah. Lord Stark sent two messages by ravens. One to apologize to you for the broken betrothal, as explaining how the King forced the betrothal upon him, and the other asking you to come to Winterfell with the Ice Sword. He says that just sending the Ice Sword will do as well, and you don't need to come if you don't want to."
"Really? Just a message of apology? And permission to send the Ice Sword without having to go myself. Apparently, Lord Stark doesn't want to confront me very much. Does he think I'll just forget about this over time?" Domeric said in a surprised tone.
Ygritte stroked his cock a few more times before she asked, "Will you go?"
"Oh. I'll definitely go. The pieces are finally exactly where I want them to be. It would be a shame if I didn't checkmate the other side in this situation." He said.
"Does this mean you're no longer betrothed to that girl, Sansa?" Ygritte asked.
"My love. The King has already broken off my betrothal to Sansa. As of yesterday, Sansa is no longer my betrothed. She is now betrothed to Prince Joffrey Baretheon. I am simply going to collect compensation for what was done to me." Domeric said with a smirking smile.
"Good. You're mine. That mad prince can have Sansa." She said.
Domeric frowned as he thought about Sansa being betrothed to the cunt Joffrey. He wondered what had changed and why King Robert hadn't chosen Tommen.
Did he really want to make Sansa a Queen so much that he wouldn't even care for his friendship with his best friend?
Perhaps he was trying to atone for Lyanna's death by making a Stark girl a queen once and for all?
He'll find out the next time he meets the King. But for now…
"Lyra," Domeric called out to his Spymistress.
"Yes, my Lord."
"How are our newspaper sales and distribution going?" he asked.
"All the Lordships in Westeros have already subscribed to Worldwide News. The same applies to the Free Cities and the Summer Isles. We're working on the rest of Essos. We haven't had any problems with deliveries to castles or keeps using owls yet."
"What about sales to the public?"
"Sales in bookstores and other stores have increased since the paper was switched from monthly to weekly, but the buyers are still merchants or literate intellectuals. Not many peasants buy. But as you command, our men frequently travel to villages in many parts of Westeros, reading the papers to the peasants. And in the inns, bartenders read the newspapers in the evenings at the request of the crowd."
"Good. I want every new issue until I reach Winterfell to mention how Lord Stark and the King broke their promise to Lord Bolton and betrothed Sansa to Prince Joffrey. But instead of accusatory language, let's use a surprised tone, focusing on Lord Stark's breaking of a promise and the King's decision without consulting all parties."
"Are you sure, my lord?" Layra asked in a hesitant tone.
"Yes, I am sure. You need not worry. It is time for all of Westeros to learn the power of the newspaper. And increase the number of those who travel to the villages in the North, keeping the peasants informed."
"Understood, my lord," Layra said.
"I'll talk to you later, Lyra." He said as he removed Ygritte's hands from his cock and put his cock against her wet cunt.
"Later then," Lyra said with longing as he cut the connection and pushed himself inside Ygritte's warm and welcoming folds.
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