Chapter 30 - Civil War or a Mad King
***Sixth Bonus Chapter of the Week***
King's Landing
POV of Domeric Bolton
The man jolted awoke at once and looked around frantically before his eyes set on him.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" the man shouted, probably hoping to alert the guards who stood outside his bedroom. At the same time, he put his hands below his pillow, took out a dagger, and pointed it at him.
Unfortunately, his voice would never carry outside his room and the guards would never even know that he was attacked in his own bedroom.
Petyr Baelish looked a little worried when none of the guards outside came in but regained his confidence when he looked at Domeric's body structure.
"You're a boy. A mere boy. Who sent you? Was it Varys? And where are my guards? GUARDS!" He shouted but none came.
Thankfully, the man was too cautious to attack him which was a good thing for him. He really didn't want to brawl with the man. He had more important things to do.
"Is that a Valyrian steel dagger?" He commented as he noticed the ripples in the knife that Littlefinger was pointing at him. "Good. It's always good to have more Valyrian steel. Who knows, I might collect enough of these small daggers and trinkets to create another Valyrian Steel sword." He mused to himself.
Then he pointed at the dagger and said "Accio
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