Chapter 129: Unpleasant Facts
Dreadfort Castle
POV of Doric Bolton
Tyrion understandably froze in his seat because of the legilincy probe. And using a surface legilincy, Doric was able to get the images of... a marriage? The face of his father. A gang rape. A broken heart. The main reason he started to drink and whore so much.
He could already see a picture forming in his mind, and he didn’t like it one bit. If what he had thought was correct, then Tywin was truly a monster in human form.
"I... I don’t think there’s much of an answer to that question." Tyrion said, his voice shaking a bit from the grief inside his heart. "You can see what I am. A misshapen dwarf. The one who murdered his own mother to crawl out into the world. The whole world knows that Tywin Lannister has hated
since the day I was born and has done everything in his power to make my life miserable. I suppose so of that hatred was bound to return sooner or later."
As Tyrion spoke, he continued to see more and more fragnted images and the feeling of love, loss, betrayal, soul-crushing guilt, pain, and grief. But he still didn’t have the story.
"No. I suppose everyone does know about the reasons you gave . But there’s more to it, isn’t there? A single particular incident. Sothing that you would never forgive your father for. What was it, Tyrion? An open insult in front of all the lords and ladies of the West? So sort of imprisonnt... or the death of a loved one?"
Tyrion shook at his last sentence and the images in his mind ca forward to paint a brighter picture and he dove in.
Two minutes later, Tyrion shook his head in pain as Doric ca out of his mind. He found the reason why Tyrion hated Tywin Lannister so much. And he could totally understand Tyrion.
For Tywin to have his n rape and defile Tyrion’s wife, Tysha, even as he made Tyrion watch the whole thing, and then have Tyrion rape his wife in front of everyone.
His heart pulsed with pain at the thought of sothing like this happening to Tyrion.
And for what... Because the boy was born a dwarf? Because his mother died in childbirth? Because his wife was a commoner?
His opinion of Tywin was never very high because of the actions of his n in King’s Landing. But after this... it wouldn’t be wrong to say that he sees Tywin in the sa light as the slavers and pirates who road the Narrow Sea. Or the Dothraki in the Grass Sea.
"What... what did you do?" Tyrion asked, massaging his head. "What did you do to ?"
"I’m sorry about that, Tyrion." He said. And he truly was. He didn’t like to invade the minds of other people forcefully like this. It reminded him too much of Voldemort.
But then again. He supposed that fighting monsters for so long had changed him as well.
At least Doric still had red lines he wouldn’t cross. Otherwise, it would have been inevitable for him to beco the next Voldemort. Maybe even a dark lord worse than Voldemort.
But unlike Voldemort, Doric still had feelings of love, compassion, pity, and empathy. And these feelings helped him to determine his red lines and not to cross them.
If one day he lost these feelings, like Voldemort, because of rituals or sothing else, he could not even imagine what kind of monster he would beco.
Doric helped Tyrion back to the chair and cleaned his clothes from when he fell to the ground.
"But don’t worry. You’ll forget about all of this soon enough." He said as if it were any sort of consolation.
It took a few seconds for Tyrion to recover from the effects of the Obliviation spell. By that point, he was back in his seat in a similar position as before.
"You’re a talented person, Tyrion. In fact, I would go as far as to say that you’re one of the most talented n in the seven kingdoms. I would have loved to have you work under . But if you’ve set your sights on the Rock, then I suppose I could only wish you luck."
"I... suppose." Tyrion nodded, looking a little confused and disoriented.
"But before you leave my lands... how about a tour?" He said as he got up from his chair with a smile. "I know that I’ve been remiss in my duties as a proper host by being absent for the past week and would like to make up for that."
Tyrion looked hesitant, but then nodded. "I would like that. I’ve seen a lot of your lands and the city in the past week, but I sincerely doubt that I’ve seen it all."
A surface legilincy probe told him that the Obliviation charm worked properly. Tyrion was rely slightly confused and disoriented from the whole thing, and suspected the drink he had before the eting.
"Good." He said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "We’ll start tomorrow."
Doric had other plans for today. Even if it was a small possibility, if what really happened to Tyrion was as he predicted, maybe he could both make up for what he did against Tyrion and bring Tyrion into his ranks.
But first, he needed so answers, and he knew only one person who could give him those answers. Although he did not want to contact that man, he did not have much choice in the current situation.
And the man would likely take advantage of his difficult situation and ask him for sothing in return. Doric hoped that the price he would have to pay for the information he wanted would not be too high. Even though he knew things wouldn’t go as he hoped.
’Others are born with the ability to change their body at will or to see the future, but the boy-who-lived and the chosen one get nothing more than a scar on the head from when he was one year old, which contains a piece of soul. Life’s not fair.’ Thought Doric as he sighed.
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