Domeric Bolton - by Sardag ©
|Born||In or between 279 AC and 281 AC (roughly)|
|Died||In 297 AC|
|Book(s)|| A Clash of Kings (mentioned)|
A Feast for Crows (mentioned)
A Dance with Dragons (mentioned)
Domeric Bolton was the only trueborn son and heir of Lord Roose Bolton and Lady Bethany Bolton. According to Roose, Domeric was quiet but accomplished; he read history, played the harp and rode as if born on a saddle.
Domeric served four years as a page in Barrowton to his aunt, Barbrey Dustin, and then squired for three years in the Vale of Arryn for Lord Horton Redfort. In the Vale, Domeric enjoyed the company of Horton’s sons and began to consider them brothers. Lord Redfort thought the lad had the making of a tournament champion.
After returning from the Vale to the Dreadfort, Domeric heard he had a bastard half-brother, Ramsay Snow, and wished to seek him out, against his father's wishes, since he had always wanted a brother of his own. Soon after the visit, Domeric died in 297 AC from a sickness of the bowels, according to Maester Uthor. However, Roose believes Ramsay poisoned Domeric, in order to become Roose's only son.
Quotes about Domeric
|“||Domeric. A quiet boy, but most accomplished. He served four years as Lady Dustin’s page, and three in the Vale as a squire to Lord Redfort. He played the high harp, read histories, and rode like the wind. Horses … the boy was mad for horses, Lady Dustin will tell you. Not even Lord Rickard’s daughter could outrace him, and that one was half a horse herself. Redfort said he showed great promise in the lists. A great jouster must be a great horseman first.||”|
|“||Ramsay killed him. A sickness of the bowels, Maester Uthor says, but I say poison. In the Vale, Domeric had enjoyed the company of Redfort’s sons. He wanted a brother by his side, so he rode up the Weeping Water to seek my bastard out. I forbade it, but Domeric was a man grown and thought that he knew better than his father. Now his bones lie beneath the Dreadfort with the bones of his brothers, who died still in the cradle, and I am left with Ramsay. Tell me, my lord … if the kinslayer is accursed, what is a father to do when one son slays another?||”|