POV Hariric Stark-
Harirc Stark advanced through Winterfell with great tranquillity. It's been five years since I was reborn in this world. I didn't have a bad opinion. Unlike its previous world here the magic felt like about twenty times more powerful and intense.
Anyone with magic like yours here would basically be like being reborn in paradise. He could already feel it since he was clearly strengthening his whole being. At the age of five he looked more like a ten-year-old boy. I was reaching the peak of physical age as soon as possible. Hariric could honestly say that it is as if magic entered through each of his pores. But there was a brutal difference between him and the inhabitants.
First it was a Magus. Magus is a term used to refer by far to a magical human other than the Sorcerer or sorcerer. The sorcerer or the sorcerer were different people. The sorcerer was basically a scholar dedicated to magic who had a connection between fifty percent and eighty percent with the magical nucleus.
He was a barely physical person dedicated especially to magic and if someone could get rid of his catalyst (rings, gloves, pendants, cane or wand) then he was fucked up to his neck. He should know since he had destroyed many of the so-called magical scholars with great ease.
The Witches on the other hand, although they had to have the same level of energy concentration and connection as a sorcerer, they were very different. First they had what was their magical energy used to strengthen their body. The more connection, the stronger. The most powerful sorcerer was a being who had been able to fight face to face with creatures such as chimaeras and even dragons.
They were revered as well as feared. But in exchange for the magic energy being put in such a way they could not use conventional spotlights. They could use alchemy, potions and runes but nothing that in any way needed a focus. In the last four hundred years the Witches had been despised by the sorcerers.
Then there were the magus. If you are going to think of a group as dangerous then it was the magus. One in a thousand was born as Magus. They had a connection with their nucleus between eighty percent and one hundred percent. The most powerful magus before him was Nicholas Flamel with a ninety percent connection. He was considered one of the first Magus and it was quite terrifying to find because he was a dangerous man.
However, there was another very radical difference between a magus and any of the other two groups and it was as if instead of having a nucleus they had a nucleus that had a set of arteries that reached the whole body making magic run through their bodies.
What did that mean? It meant that the body of a Magus person was affected in a very important way by magic being his body strengthened. In short, a Magus was like the Sorcerer only with greater reserves and a superior connection with magic and the sorcerer himself with a monstrously physical capacity.
They were in a nutshell what every sorcerer dreamed of being but that in no way could they touch a single finger since it turned out that the sorcerers despised the magus for being more powerful. It didn't help that the ICW had a Magus regulatory law to obviously prevent them from becoming a threat to their power.
His grandfather had discovered that he was a Magus but instead of seeing him locked up or controlled and regulated the hidden and helped him learn. I took him to learn with some of the masters of many magical fields.
For some reason he had a monstrous ability to learn magic. His grandfather called it the blessing of Lady Morrigan. As one of his aspects is that of magic, it was quite easy to say that she had blessed him to understand, comprehend and accept magic easily. Needless to say, he learned quickly and soon they had to force several magicians with oaths of secrecy to prevent them from getting out of control and discussing it with the ICW.
By the time the organ found out that he was a Magus, he was twenty years old and had fully matured. To make matters worse, he was a terrifying young man who combined the knowledge of science with magic making it even more dangerous.
The ICW only tried to harass him and his family once when he was on an important business trip. His wife Nymphadora died saving their children from what was basically a kidnapping attempt. As a reward for such an action, he appeared at the ICW headquarters and took the entire organ hostage. Each country sent attack forces that fell into their runic traps. And then I raise their obvious demands so that each ICW member country would accept and the ICW itself would accept.
Their demand was that they would take an oath tied in the country and the organ that would prevent them from going after their family, trying to make others go for their family and of course an oath to leave them alone. Tied to the country and to the organ. No one could go against him. Everyone knew it. In return, he promised not to impose his demands or obligations of any kind on any country or try to subdue and control them.
In the end, the ICW was forced to do so and they basically accepted this, which did not sit well with them. This is how the first Magus dynasty grew and expanded around the world, making the Black family such a powerful and strong family on an unprecedented level.
Anyway, like Magus, his body was absorbing the pure magical energy without adultering and uncontaminating the planet and distributing it throughout his body. It was a massive and intense magical energy that some would say was dangerous. And it was true.
The energy had been about to kill him on a few occasions. Fortunately, even as a baby he knew how to get the energy out of his system. It was a very simple exercise. I use the energy to send it through the law lines since Winterfell was exactly in the nexus of three law lines. It was with that that he was able to find out more about the beautiful land where he lived.
Some would mock him calling the North beautiful. He had been able on numerous occasions of how people thought that the North was the land of worthless fools. Hariric had heard that that was the opinion of the southerners. The Andalusian southerners reminded politicians too much that they were more than capable of selling their mother for nothing. Some were even absolute tyrants.
Some of these gentlemen had an ego problem that reminded them too much of the pure blood of any country. They were proud of their power however when you looked you wondered what power? The Arryn family was only powerful as it was because of its strategic position in the East, for being self-sufficient and for the simple reason that some of the lords of the Valley had silver mines and had to pay a tribute to the Arryn family who ruled them.
They were not powerful on their own but because as a whole they were powerful. I could understand a person being powerful for himself and being proud of them, but being powerful for the whole set? Well, that and that they had an excellent port for business with Essos. But nothing else.
The land of the Rivers was a fucking joke in Hariric's mind. To begin with, the only wealth they had came from the fact that they had a contract with the North to buy food, no more, no less. Although some would say that was good, Hariric was of the opinion that they were his only source of income, which meant little. A country is as powerful as its economy is and if it had to be frank the land of the Rivers was rather economically weak because if you took away the contract with the North then they no longer had anything.
The storm lands clearly combined a land of mountains with a very strong climate. They had abundant silver mines which enriched them but they had to buy food from the lands of the Dominion which weakened them although not enough to be a nuisance but enough to make it clear that they were not like a super power nation.
The lands of the West were a land with large and abundant mines. They had large gold mines which clearly gave them an advantage since gold is valuable and important. The more gold the better if you had to be frank. Anyway, despite this, they had a problem and that is that their land was not very fertile so they had to buy food from the Dominion.
Hariric knew that the Lannisters had at this time a lord who was a joke but if there was a lesson he had learned is that when a father is a disappointment the children did exactly everything necessary to be as different from the parents if possible so it was possible that the heirs of the Lannister were the opposite.
The Iron Islands were a group of pirate islands. Honestly, some would confuse this with Vikings. It tasted better. The Vikings were explorers, did they loot? Fuck yes, but at the same time they were warriors. They had norms and rules. Those born of iron did not do it. If they could steal it, they would. Honestly, I would prefer a thousand times a Viking.
For an iron-born there was nothing important. They were just murderers and rapists. If it were for him there would be a massacre. He may not seem kind on his part but a long time ago he had come to the conclusion that being kind was a gift of fools on many occasions and here it seemed that it would be the action of a fool for supporting an enemy force near his shores. So I would do everything possible.
Then there was the Domain. The green fields as some people called these lands. They were the most fertile lands in all of Westeros. His economy was completely based on what was food production that came to four different parts: The Lannisters, the Baratheons, the monarchy and the Martells. They were basically rich because they produced a lot of food and sold it everywhere.
Dorne was finally there. It was an...interesting kingdom. Dorne had customs that combined the Rhoynar culture with the Andala although in some cases it was Rhoynar with that of the first men. They were interesting people. They were Slytherin by nature if I had to describe them. They were also stubborn since they were the last kingdom to unite and the only reason they did it was a marriage no more and no less.
However Hariric also knew that even despite this the Martells did not love the Targaryen too much and were willing to use any and all measures to force the position of a Martell as queen to slowly take control of the seven kingdoms.
Six of the seven kingdoms. The ruling dynasty: Targaryen. Sincerely, sigh. The Targaryen dynasty reminded him too much of the pure blood but on steroids. Who the hell thought it was a good idea not to bring new blood to the family in any way? He was stupid and meaningless. You have to constantly improve the blood and with that you had to bring new blood.
I would not deny and say that each or two generations did not bring a little valyria blood to keep the power of the dragon dynasty in your hands but the truth is that there was a lot of magic in the blood of the first men and you could say the same as the Rhoynar. The Andals, on the other hand, lacked magic at all if they had to say what was a nuisance in their minds since they seemed obsessed with eliminating magic.
Anyway, the Valyrians were a dynasty of dragon tamers. I would have congratulated them for their skills if it weren't for the simple fact that they were idiots.
Instead of creating strong and solid bonds with the dragons of all things, the Valyrians created bonds of slavery. Especially with dragons. The same creatures that were basically the embodiment of strength and power and of the same nature. You had to be completely idiotic if you had to say it but in Hariric's mind it was normal. People and especially humans rarely understand anyway what magical beings really mean.
But they got what they deserved. Some would say that Perdition was a case of gods. I wasn't entirely wrong. It was an effect produced by the mother Gaia furious for having enslaved some of her children. How a Magus had learned to feel the energy of the world.
He had felt the magic of the world and had connected to his network. Gaia. The consciousness of the world. Frankly, I had only been exposed to her for a few minutes. Normally a world does not take well that no one gets involved in its affairs but Gaia had let him look at things when he asked about the history of Westeros obviously interested knowing that the story in the books would not be in any way efficient.
What Hariric had seen and witnessed made his hair stand on end. Gaia was an existence that was the consciousness of the planet. Basically if humanity somehow became a threat to the planet in the same way that in its old world it would create a level of catastrophe capable of eradicating them all. When the Valyrios enslaved their children, the Dragons gave them a chance to recover from their actions but when they didn't, what they did was destroy everything.
They say that fire purifies and no one better than mother Gaia would actually know it. From the ashes of Valyria a new race of Dragons would be reborn. It's just that it wasn't the time yet, apparently.
Anyway, since I was there I had looked at the North. Apparently the first men were Gaia's favourite humans since they were the only ones who had accepted what the change or the difference of being was. If you stook about it, it was interesting to know. At the same time he felt that it was good. However, Gaia was still furious for some reason, although she didn't tell her the reason.
Gaia seemed interested in watching him. In learning from him and knowing what his plans were. Hariric felt that he was being put to the test but he didn't care anyway. It wasn't as bad as some would say. I was already used to being put to the test by magic.
Hariric sighed and understood the story of the Stark family and was... surprised. Apparently the Starks were an interesting group. Very touched by magic and affected. The first Stark was Brandon the Builder, a man who built Winterfell and also the wall as well as many other fortresses. After eight thousand years, Winterfell remained standing without the need for repairs. That only talked about magic so he had looked carefully at the group.
However, as much as they had good lords like Brandon the Navigator, they also had their problems with others like Brandon the Incendiary who destroyed his fleet only because he lost his father. Frankly, Hariric realised that he was born into a family touched by both geniuses and idiots.
With that thought, he extended and used his open connection to obviously understand the North. His land. His home. And he fell in love. Hariric loved magic. I loved nature. There was a fucking reason why I hated Muggles and that is that they destroyed and destroyed without thinking about their actions. But the North. The North was such a beautiful kingdom. Its only weak point was the times that were strong of almost constant winter and when it was winter of glacial age.
It was something I could change. It was difficult. Climate magic was never easy to do and more than anything what it was that affected such a large area. He would need studies and work but he didn't see it as impossible anyway in his mind.
Anyway, despite having to work in the climate of the North, Harirc easily realised that the North had potential. The North was as much or perhaps a little bigger than Germany and was half of the entire continent. So far, perfect.
One of the most important things about any good country is that it needs to be spacious. Now to the resources. Thanks to his connection with gaia he had discovered several things of the North that if they were learned in the south then there was a very great possibility that there would be war. It's not that he cared. A storm here, a volcano there and period goodbye very good enemy military force. Don't say that it's not capable of solving problems when they knock hard on the door anyway
Well, the North had several immense mountain ranges. The first and most notable was the monstrous mountain range of the North that was very close with the New Gift and Brandon's gift that was under the control of the mountain clans. These mountains had gold, copper and iron. The largest amount was iron followed very closely by the other two elements as it is well known that they are found in nature.
The following incredibly valuable and remarkable mountain range was of course and fortunately within the lands of the Starks which was a more than solid advantage since it meant zero problems for him with respect to the above. This chain was south of Winterfell and was surrounded by the white knife which was excellent. This one was overflowing with gold and was excellent as a position so obviously it would have to be exploited.
Nothing and no one would tell him in the least not to touch the place because it was technically from the Stark house. Did anyone have a problem? I could deal with these people in a very good way with a firm reminder of who is in charge.
The following two chains are those belonging to the Cerwyn house and the Hornwood house, which really brought him a more than important grimace. Cerwyn was an important ally of the Starks part of the Winter alliance an alliance created by those who were basically antaged by the Boltons for their tactics and methods. They didn't like the Boltons.
Hornwood had been a neutral house but through a lot of work he had discovered that the Hornwoods had allied themselves with the Boltons since in their own words they were tired of dealing obviously with the Stark family not recognising their own words of course but in the hands of ignorant they can mean anything anyway.
The Cerwyn House had important reserves of silver and precious jewellery, which was excellent. Unfortunately, Hornwood had iron and gold along with some copper. Needless to say, it was bad.
He was a Black and had wisely learned the lesson that it was better to have your enemies in two ways: dead or weak. He honestly prefers them dead. They are minor headaches which is usually always an event that you have on top since there are many people who are always upset with a person when he is powerful.
A dead enemy means zero problems and zero difficulties at least in Hariric's mind of course and that was important to him since he wanted to have a good time with his fucking family.
The last decent-sized mine (i.e. Lannister size) were the Skagos mines. Hariric seriously wanted to hit his head. Skagos was a carcinogenic point in his mind. He was not one to advocate for the death of an entire group but on the one hand those of Skagos would never accept the Northerners because they were xenophobes and then because they were one of those who had accumulated bad blood with almost all the houses which was incredible if he himself had to say it.
Add to that that the island, although without trees, was an ideal place to become a naval shipyard in the same way that Bear Island was and you had weighty reasons to hit them to fuck but of course some would say that it was morally wrong to do such a thing anyway (not for him since he was Black).
The more he had looked at the North, the more he realised the importance and value of doing something. It was time. They had had eight thousand years to be lazy bums without exploiting their country to fuck for his soul that he would no longer tolerate.
In addition, he was not going to tolerate that his nation is full of uneducated fools. While it is true that people could come up with ridiculous ideas such as democracy (Democracy on paper is fine but for it to work the people must be educated, since when are the rulers interested in a cultured people?) But a cultured people means several things such as good building, good military work and doctors. All that was very valuable.
Taking courage (hey, his father was terrifying half a metre eighty and he was pure muscle while the idiots of the south were worthless lanky in reality) he opened the door.
He loved his family above all but it would not be difficult for him to admit that he had a lot of respect for them. One does not become a lord of the North for being a kind man and woman ruled out of respect and fear. Nothing and no one had more value in their bodies than both of them so I knew that their questions would possibly be enough to cause a certain discomfort but this had to be done for the good of the North if they wanted to shine as a nation.
-POV General-
Rickard Stark could only be described as a man of men. He was a metre eighty man of pure muscle. Many had said that the fearsome Wolf Name of his house had been placed very strongly in him.
Rickard Stark was possibly one of these people who could wield Ice the fearsome sword of the Stark house without problems being able to handle it even with one hand which should say a lot about his monstrous physical strength. Few men could say about it. But what was more important. Rickard Stark was an intelligent and competent leader.
Many would say that Rickard was born in the wrong house. That with a mind like his so open and intelligent he should have been born in a kingdom of the south. Thank you, but no thanks. If there was one thing Rickard knew about the south, it is that although they talked about being smart, he had quickly discovered that they were extremely limited. His faith. Your code of honour.
For southerners it was that simple if it was against what they thought was wrong. Rickard would never have been respected there. There was a reason why the Boltons had never dared to challenge him since he had an absolute law that if someone was a threat to be treated. It had been due to his belief that a Stark should be ready and ready to finish off the enemies mercilessly.
Rickard had this belief for three reasons. The first is that I lived in possibly the largest region also the one that had the hardest people. No vassal of his would respect a weak and easy to manipulate leader. For this same reason he did not like the southern ideology of playing with his food. He preferred to hit hard, hard and with a good war hammer.
He was little known but since he took charge he had had to give examples of several smaller houses and groups of nobles for thinking that they could get away with it. His examples were hard and cold like ice, also earning the name of the Wolf of the North. So his rule was obviously peaceful.
Next to Rickard was his wife. Lyarra Stark was in the words of many a woman of women. Beautiful woman with black hair and gray eyes like all Stark with ivory white skin. Many called her the winter rose and it was a loud secret that many nobles of the south had wanted to claim her as a wife. Rickard, however, was the one who married her.
Many said that Lyarra had Wolf blood which made her wild and when she was told that and they said that she should behave more like a lady Rickard just raised an eyebrow and looked amused at the idiot who said this making it clear that this was the North not the south.
Lyarra Stark looked like both a northern woman and a southern woman. Dressed in elegant dark blue clothes which would be a surprise. Little did people know that his clothes came from many times that he had played and deceived noble fools from the south who thought that beautiful armour meant quality. However, above this she wore a fur coat that made her warm.
As a powerful woman she was respected throughout the North for being herself and above all for being a woman who represents female power. What no one knew is that she was so smart and cunning that many would think she was much more than she seemed.
Honestly comparing Lyarra Stark with most women in the south was insulting. Smart. Her father had educated her to be a lady from the north. It is true that many gentlemen of the North were the same as those of the South seeing women as little more than a tool to use and that's it.
But Lyarra's father was a man who saw his wife's intelligence and her ways of not being conformist as a good thing, which made him force his teacher to educate her, which was a surprise to the teacher and that he almost refused to do such a thing if not for the death threat in his head.
Lyarra's education was more than exceptional with the beautiful woman demonstrating a brilliant mind. Between her and her husband they had kept the North under control which was difficult with the Boltons clearly trying to sow seeds of discord by all means. Lyarra would have killed the Boltons and her own husband wanted to do it but they were slippery, smart and cunning so it was hard to catch.
When she looked at her husband, she smiled. Rickard Stark was what an intelligent woman wanted as a husband. He was smart. With brain instead of muscle. He had ruled with a mixture of loyalty and fear and using his head knowing how and when to hit dissidents. While it is true that many assume that the Stark House does not have a network of spies that is not true because they trust the members of the neck houses in such a duty for their unique abilities.
However, her thoughts like those of her husband were in other more remarkable important points such as the advancement of her son since they had been watching him carefully (he was his son, it is normal for a father to be interested in his son's future).
"Wallys is not happy with hariric. I have seen him murmur and look at our son more than once. I have also seen that he is upset in his mere presence. I'm afraid of what the master might try to do with our son if he even has a chance.'' Lyarra didn't trust the teachers. Period.
"Unfortunately, Wallys' need is serious. As a master, your knowledge is indispensable since we both know perfectly that the masters are in a nutshell the backbone of each castle. We gentlemen have too much time busy and we need people to educate our children at least in certain arts''. What was worrying in itself. Entrusting the education of a child to a stranger seemed not only stupid but also meaningless.
"He honestly distrusted Wallys for more reasons than just because he is a master. It's from the Dominion. You better than anyone should know the contempt that the inhabitants of the domain have for us northerners I think I remember that they are the ones who call us the most beasts if you have to stop and think about it for real.'' Lyarra felt that trusting the southerners was bad because of the centuries of bad blood and the fact that many southerners had an air of presumption every time they saw them.
"It's a problem that I won't deny is there. And Wallys as a master frankly I don't feel very comfortable. The guy keeps saying that we should marry our son to a woman from the south. He says that he will ease the tension of the north with the south and will make it clear that there are more things than just seeing the Northerners as wild beasts.'' Rickard's opinion of Wallys was already quite bad just for that point only to tell him that he should above all change in favour of the south? Why should I do such a thing?
"Wallys seems to think that marriages with the South are the best thing that can happen to the North. Honestly, I don't understand where he got such an idea from, but it would be better to talk to the Reeds so that they begin to launch more vigilance towards the group of masters in the North''. Lesson learned. Since his distrust of the south came with reasons.
'For the moment we have to swallow the teachers dear wife. Whether we like it or not, the case in question is that the masters are currently the most powerful group of all since they are in every fucking castle. We have no choice but to accept them for who they are. They are a lesser evil''. I honestly felt that there was a very big possibility that Wallys would try something.
"What Rickard fears most is that he will somehow try to hurt Hariric. Our son is proving to be obviously a true gift from the ancient gods. By the gods you just have to look at it. Look how strong it has grown. Look how powerful it is. I'm honestly afraid that Wallys thinks our son is some kind of threat and tries to hurt him''. It was a reasonable concern.
"Honestly, I don't see Wallys doing such a thing. I doubt very much that the man is clearly stupid enough to do such a thing but at the same time I know that a person desperate to get something out''. Rickard was not an idiot and knew perfectly well that if a person needed a result and became desperate for it, he would do everything in his hand to get the result.
"This is how betrayal works best and dear your best that anyone should know that is how things work. You don't try to make it seem normal. You try to avoid it altogether. If it doesn't look like it. I'm honestly worried that this man will try to do anything with our son''. And it was a healthy fear. He knew that he could not trust a man who basically, although he said he had sworn in the name of the castle, had so many interests from the south.
"I would like to say that I don't see it but when you stop to think about it I'm afraid I have to say it's a yes or yes. That there is no better way to say it. It's not good. It's not pleasant in the least. The cruelty of the situation is that we need a master. We can't afford one of the healers of Essos unfortunately''. It was a big problem because in the end they needed a healer more than any other job that the master did.
''I guess. I hate that we have so many needs. It's more than just hatred of the Dragon Lords. They basically took away our ability to be ourselves. They basically took away our ability to run our place as we wanted''. It was a nuisance in Lyarra's mind but it could not be denied that it is as it was and that there was no alternative at this time.
"The North remembers dear. The time of the dragons will come. With the way they govern and everything about their ways of being honestly I feel that it is a disappointment for the dragons. The time will come anyway that the North will have its revenge. And I'm sure it will be sooner rather than later.'' Rickard was not a devout believer. He respected the laws of children and respected the laws of the ancient gods but he was not one of those who placed his faith in the gods.
"And I feel that what you say is true. I look forward to the time of the dragons being over not for nothing but for the simple fact that if they continue as things are it will get very complicated. The North should not of any of the ways of having to pay for all the mistakes of the south''. There was a reason why the Starks hated and despised dragons and that is that every war and rebellion the North had fought. They had shown their strength. What did they receive in return? Nothing.
"However, now I have something else on my mind. Why does our son want to talk to us? What things do you have in mind right now? Knowing him as I know him something tells me that he will have many things to tell us''. Rickard couldn't help the smile of pride he had when he remembered his son.
"Well, our son has shown a lot to be very intelligent and capable. A person really capable of using the perfect combination of brain and muscle. I honestly feel that it is very possible that our son is thinking about some personal things or at least that he has some plans of his own.'' Lyarra thought fondly of his son knowing that he was after all a unique child.
"And that's why I'm waiting for this meeting. Something tells me that our son is about to release something to us. I know it's a strange feeling but I feel that our son can perfectly make his own plans. Don't look at me like I'm weird, since when has our son acted like a normal child? The answer is never. He's always seen doing things anyway. It's a weirdo if I have to say it.'' Rickard sighed. His son was a complete stranger. I didn't say it as something bad.
"You know that as a mother that only worries me more. Our son possibly has one of these strange minds. Possibly we are talking about the rebirth of Brandon the builder''. Lyarra couldn't help laughing. I had always heard of how proud the children of the southerners were. Of how they considered themselves above others. They would learn the hard way that there were things much scarier than they could imagine.
"I guess I should have waited obviously that you would find anything that means fucking the southerners rather fun, although well, if I have to say it, it's always a complete possibility of it happening. The North will have a different ruler. I just hope they don't eat it alive.'' An unpleasant thing about the northern gentlemen is that if something works, why should they change it? That's how the Northerners were unfortunately.
"Well, if our lords are so sure that they can get out of this perfect, but if they trust so blindly that they will get ahead, first they must learn what it means to deal with a person who is obviously more dangerous. Hariric won't let them say how he does things. You should already know.'' There was a reason why Lyarra had full faith in his son. It wasn't just a mother's trust in her son. It was something in the eyes.
"I guess I should have known about that. Our son is after all a Stark. If the lords of the north tell him that not only will he possibly give them two options and those will be that they can either obey completely or they can be thrown to the wolves as food. He is our son''. Rickard knew what he was talking about.
Anything that was about to say was interrupted by the master Wallys entering. There were many things to say about the master. He was an older man obviously from the Dominion this was known because of the way he looked. A person is always easy to read by his eyes. Lyarra narrowed her eyes and was about to go get one of his daggers to stick in her chest. The eyes with a grimace and the act of the nose. It was enough to easily tell him that this man was not happy with him.
"Master Wallys, I hope there is a reason why you have come here. We are waiting for our son''. From the beginning Rickard had noticed the antagonistic relationship between Hariric and Wallys. Every time Wallys said only one thing that could be considered as a mockery Hariric put him in his place.
"Well, Mr. Hariric said he wanted me to be here. According to him, he had a weighty reason for us to be here according to him. Wallys shuddered. He hated having been sent to the North but the citadel's orders were clear as water. He had to bring the North closer to the south and hopefully organise a marriage between the heir Stark and a manipulable southern girl to be able to start the metallurgical and mineral exploitation of the North.
"Really? Has my son decided to see you? I think I remember that the last time my son gave you the floor was more than anything because in his own words he was a southern fool who was rejecting the stories of the past because it was terrifying to know that there was a force that could have put the so-called south in its place. He was referring, of course, to the white walkers. Every time this man had made fun of a single ancient thought of the North, his son had easily cut it off with a have you been there? Well, of course not, so shut up.
"Yes, I suppose that young Mr. Stark was upset, but it still indicates that my wisdom is very necessary and that I am an important member of necessity for the castle, so he wanted me here to be able to have a certain and advanced conversation about whatever is eating his mind." Wallys couldn't believe he had to say such things about the brat.
''I see. The truth is that my son Hariric is understandably an advanced boy for his age. Most when they fight do not take people well and try to throw them completely out of the way by all means. That my son has decided that he still trusts you because according to him you are an important part of the castle says a lot''. What he also said that either his son was manipulating him for something or that he was playing dumb with this idiot.
"It obviously shows wisdom. Most people when they become antagony are unable to understand or even understand what they have done or what others are doing. However, the fact that your son obviously understands that he is in need of someone, no matter how much he dislikes it, says a lot about him. Many good things''. And Wallys could say that he showed that at least the child was aware of the extreme need for teachers everywhere, which was good.
Yes. We have a son who makes us proud. He's smart. After all, how many children do you know who at the age of five are as brilliant as our son? And besides that, it's quite sensible. I still remember Lord Bolton's trip a year ago. My son was able not to throw himself on his son Roose when he insulted him very silly from the boy but that can be expected from houses that are rivals''. Lyarra remembered that day. Roose Bolton got involved with Hariric a year ago because she did not recognise him as the son of the Starks and he set up a good one. Her son made it clear that Roose Bolton was never well received because he was obviously a brainless idiot.
"It was real luck if I may say my lady that things didn't end exactly badly. I know that there are many people who obviously feared that the argument between young Stark and young Bolton would end in a new family fight. I'm glad to know that your son knows how to hold back. It's true that he doesn't look like many children in the south.'' That was a point I had to give to the brat. He was obviously smarter.
"More than luck made me understand that possibly some of my gentlemen do not understand or do not understand precisely that although it is true that they are important and notable people they are in those positions for a good reason and not to abuse power and strength as they have been doing. A clear demonstration that some of my gentlemen might need some kind of help.'' Rickard what he was basically saying is that he should get more involved in the affairs of the other gentlemen.
"I don't think that feels better to the lords of the North, my lord. I know that every Northern lord likes things as they are after all and they wouldn't take anything well anyway what it is basically for their lord to meddle in their business. No man feels good when another gets involved where they don't call him''. I didn't want the red alliance to be known. He wanted the Starks to think that they were the absolute power of the North. If the red alliance was made known, there could be a civil war.
''Possibly. But I fear for the treatment that the little ones receive in the other lands. Although I will not deny that we gentlemen enjoy great powers, we must understand that the little ones are a large and numerous faction. If we don't do what is necessary to keep them well, it's very possible that things will end badly for all of us if I have to say so.'' It was a hard truth to admit and appreciate but no less true in truth.
Wallys would have said something else but the door opened again and Hariric entered through it. Hariric was an anomaly. He was a five-year-old boy who had the body of a ten-year-old. He had a very sharp mind with an equally sharp tongue. He was conscious and capable of accurately and deadlyly hitting anyone who bothered him. If a person offended him, he sought revenge but not for having been attacked but to make it clear that there were consequences. The boy Bolton was an example since he was humiliated before the Winterfell court and exposed as little more than a clearly vicious child with zero problems to hurt people.
''Mother, father and master Wallys. I really appreciate that everyone is here. The truth is that I need your help for something very important. And I want to go to Oldtown to reach the knowledge of the citadel''. Hariric spoke calmly and in a simple way and earned a look from everyone present. Wallys himself looked at the boy as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Son, are you saying you want to become a master?" Lyarra didn't know what to think. What did her son have in mind? A normal person would say that his son wanted to be a teacher. But Lyarra knew his son better.
''Not at all. Sorry to say it this way but I refuse to waste my life obviously stuck in what it is to be in the citadel while they keep me there just for some ridiculous point. No. What I want is to get there to take classes in six different positions of the citadel. It is more than anything curiosity and to see the knowledge that could be useful.'' Hariric shrugged his shoulders calmly without feeling that he was saying anything wrong with what he had in mind.
"The teachers will not share the knowledge they have acquired over the years with you, young Lord. You can only learn what I'm willing to teach.'' Wallys looked arrogantly at the brat feeling that he had control of everything.
"Excuse me then that I say it this way, are you telling me then that the citadel underestimates the Stark house? Because from what I can see you are only master of five fields: crows, history, astronomy and medicine. I'm sorry to say it but I find it hard to believe that the citadel obviously sent a man who is so lacking an education to one of the big houses''. Hariric smiled when he saw a look of fear in the master grow.
"No, of course not. The citadel is in no way considering the Stark house as not suitable or not considerable for greater learning. It's just good that you really think you can go to the citadel and learn? It will take a long time really and if I have to say it you should dedicate that time to learn and educate yourself obviously as a future Lord Stark''. Wallys was now shaking with pure fear. The boy had hit a point.
"Of course, the famous order of masters would not send an inadequate member of his order to the North, especially to one of the seven great houses. He has sent a history teacher. Tell me Teacher, with your history lessons were you willing to remind me how the South has basically insulted and hit the North to the maximum? It's a possibility if you stop to think about it and a reason maybe you want to prevent me from forgetting how the south sees the Northerners, right?''. Hariric enjoyed seeing the cornered master who was now much more afraid than before.
"No, of course not. It was never my intention to do such a thing, my young man. It's good, history is to learn from it. You yourself have said it on numerous occasions.'' Wallys felt a big knot. If he sold the southern story well and perfectly, the problem is that the boy had access to the Stark family Diaries, which was a very serious problem since they were a problem because of the way the Starks saw things.
"Of course. But you see that as a future gentleman I have several unique needs. Needs that force me to be a gentleman and what is more important to fulfil with my work. So I hope you write a kind letter to your colleagues in the citadel indicating that due to your lack of sending a suitable master I am forced to go there unless of course she feels that she is above attending to a young northerner like me''. The Stark was looking at his prey amused.
Yes. I'll go right away to write a leather. If you are able to tell me the subjects in which you want to be educated there I will make a great effort although I still feel that we could try something such as getting to work here or something like that.'' Wallys earned a cold look. Those greenish grey eyes were giving him nightmares. It was scary. How could a child be so scary?
"Well, I think I can say it: Economy, war arts, politics, medicine, blacksmith, animal husbandry and magic. Look at seven as the tips of the faith of the seven that it is not said that I am not a clearly pleasant person. Now go''. Hariric glanced at the now pale master and advanced. Before leaving he saw in his mind and although he intended to communicate to them what he had said he had faith that it would be for a lack of better to say little taught making him lose patience.
Rickard looked at his son carefully. Obviously he knew that annoying the master was for a reason. His son was not an idiot braggart, he was a real Stark. Intelligent and that he throws himself forward clearly in a sensible way so when hariric was doing this he had to know that the master would not take it well at all. From a look with his wife he could tell that she felt the same as him.
"I don't know if you've noticed son, but there's a very big possibility that Wallys once informs the teachers of what you're trying to try to move somehow to prevent you or hinder your way, are you sure you want to go there?" Rickard looked at his son with a critical look. It might seem strange but he trusted his son a lot and knew that he did not take action without a reason.
´´I have never believed that going there to study is something although if I am allowed I would like to go there to step on a little. No. I want to go there because it is one of the main ports of West. I would have liked to go to King´s Landing but I have heard that the place stinks so much that even death avoids it and I prefer to avoid by all means going or approaching Sunspear thank you very much''. Although it would be bad to have to endure the looks of pure arrogance of the bastards of the Dominion.
"And do you have a reason for wanting to go to one of the great harbours? You could go to Whiteport although well it may be very difficult to get something since Whiteport although it sells our wood and other resources we do not sell enough''. Lyarra looked at her son very carefully. His son was a brilliant and clearly intelligent young man. I wanted to use the position in the ports for some reason.
"Very true, mom. I know and I am aware that trade is a key piece of the form of income... well except for the lands of the West that live on gold although from the rumours I have heard there is the opinion that this is about to change in some way. Tytos Lannister is a little worthless idiot but I have heard that his son is possibly one of the most ruthless people.'' I had heard about that thanks to reading about Tytos. The man was an inept obviously obsessed with everyone's acceptance. The worst type of person to be in a position of power in Hariric's mind.
"So you want to go to the ports to get an idea or at least have a more or less decent idea of products that attract attention, don't you? For what reason? To earn income for the North? I find it difficult, son. Things in the North are never easy at all and the weather, climate and land will not be easy at all.'' Rickard looked at his son. What could he be up to?
"Never take anything for granted, dad, always think and have faith because if you don't, you're lost. Anyway, despite that, you would like to know that with a little luck anyone is capable of doing many unique things. Give me a chance and I guarantee you that I will have the better North. I just need to see the world. See what the world wants and understand what they obviously hope to win anyway.'' Rule number one. Understand the request to be able to afford it.
"Your confidence that you can do it is not a problem Hariric and as your parents we agree to support and support you but I think you must understand son that things do not look good at all. That is to say that you hope to be able to somehow produce something extremely valuable to help the North. It won't be easy just be that son''. Lyarra, like Rickard, had faith in his son but knew better that simple faith was never enough to achieve anything.
"Mother, if we want to exploit the North, we need to know a harsh reality. What do others want? Some would say that what they want is new drinks. New foods. New...I don't know. Anything. You have to investigate and you have to exploit it to earn profits. Obviously you don't win anything if you don't do what is necessary to win''. Hariric just shrugged his shoulders thinking about it considering that things are that simple.
"Well, when you put it that way I guess there is no less truth in your words but forgive me if your mother as well as myself are curious about what you obviously have to have in your mind at this moment. Curiosity, just so you know, my son''. Rickard had to admit that it was a good suggestion if you had to stop and think about it.
"Father, that's the basic business rule. You know that Tully, for example, are the ones who need us the North to produce money. It is true that they also sell to the Valley and also to the Lands but two thirds of their annual income is in a few words from us the Northerners. If we somehow manage to solve that, we will be saving large amounts of gold.'' The best way to make a profit was to eliminate the need to buy food and at the same time it was the need to make sure by all means that the south could not tell them what to do.
"I guess I have to say that at that point he has us. A considerable income from the south comes from us. If the river lands lose a large amount of our money it would be good. However, once again, son, you're forgetting. You have to discover a way to produce food here and I don't see it as an easy thing to do.'' Lyarra is not that he did not have faith in his son but all the foods of the south could not survive in the North.
"I'm perfectly aware of it. Southerners produce weak food for our climate but if we can somehow find food that can survive in that climate we would be able to make them grow in three strategic points: the Umber Lands, the Dustin Lands and in Crofter Village what would be more than good. Those are the main positions if I have to say it.'' Hariric already had in mind what they had to do to get food.
Both parents looked at their son for a moment and sighed knowing that God knows what his heir had in his mind. Little did they know how right they were with that thought.