LONE LORD MACHINATION IN GAME OF THRONES

[ Chapter II (2): "THE SEARCH FOR THE TROUBLESOME HEIR CONTINUES" ]

[ "Child, w-where are your parents?!" ]

[ "Oh... Mother is back home. Father is on a business trip. Why you ask?" ]

[ "..." ]

[ "..." ]

[ "Hi, I'm Lloyd." ]

The frightened man which is either what the people outside said, is a thief, or is the owner of the bakery that Lloyd wants to learn baking from. Nonetheless, both of them had a staring contest with the bigger of the two in disblief, shown in his eyes.

Perhaps due to stress, or the absurdity of the situation he found himself in, and the loud ponding of the door outside by the men. He was ready to introduce himself, as he brings a hand to his chest;

[ "I'm, Alexan- no, wait. Child you shouldn't be here in the first place!!" ]

Stopping mid-sentence as he realized, that he shouldn't introduce himself to random kid and that the situation is dangerous for both him and the said child that appeared from out of nowhere.

[ "I wanted to try baking." ]

[ "D-doesn't matter now. I'm not teaching you. So get out through the backdoor while I hold the bastards off. Go, now!!" ]

[ "No, I don't want too. There's a big rat decaying on the way, look!" ]

Lloyd in not wanting to move due to the sole fact that he was being ordered, instead didn't do what he was told no matter how dangerous the situation may seem.

He after all has a flintlock by his side, one shot, but is enough to defend himself. A weapon that can easily pierce a man's skull and kill, so he wasn't worried. Instead, he seems to enjoy watching this unnamed baker struggle; his expression panicked.

[ "W-what in the Seven are you doing, bo-" ]

[ BANG ]

Perhaps getting cut off is a daily occurence for this said baker, as his sentence gets caught for thrice now. The latest one being, due to the door, the back exit that Lloyd was ordered to have used.

Getting forced open, and enter a fatman dressed in exotic clothes; a cane at hand, and ornaments all around his body. Seeing this said fatman, the baker scowled in disgust while Lloyd merely watches;

[ "We'll, there goes the exit." ]

[ "Tobho!!" ]

[ "It is also nice seeing you again, Ser Alexander." ]

...

[ "I can't believe this!" ]

[ "I know right, how can the young Lord not bring us with him. In his adventures." ]

[ "Shut up, Pietre!!" ]

The already stressed Callisa couldn't believe her luck, as it hadn't been that long since the sun risen. And the young Lord is already out doing his usual theatrics without a care at all about his safety.

Under her care, if for example the said Heir and sole Son of the Noble House of Boggs we're to get injured, or perhaps even get killed by a drunk in broad daylight.

Then her and every single servant in the household would get punished, her and the careless squire besides her suffering the worse fates. Even death might seem light.

[ "Shit...!" ]

Imagining herself starved and locked in the dungeons, or worse. The Lady of the House or the Lord finding out that their child had ran off for the 15th time in half a moon, then that'll be a problem also.

Thankfully the order of the Lord to have Knights and guards to be stationed all-around the castle and the town came in handy, as they also had a second mission. And that'll be to find the young Lord whenever he went missing.

At the moment, more than a third of the Knights, guards, and even servants of House Boggs are on the move. All having the sole mission to find the troublesome young Lord before he gets in trouble, again.

[ "Hey, look. Sister. There's a store there which are selling new type of drink called tequila or something, want to try?" ]

[ "I can't believe you, idiot. This is not the time, nor place for that!!" ]

She might not be related to this squire, aside from serving the same master. But she and him treats each others like siblings. So at the moment her anger is akin to that of an older sibling scolding her younger sibling— as she hits him square in the head.

[ "Fine, fine. I'm sorry, okay, I'm sorry." ]

[ "Keep searching!!" ]

She glared at the younger squire, then at the old Knights and servants around her. Even though she is young, she didn't seem at all bothered by this as she commanded the usually lazy people to search.

After some time of moving, they then was finally able to find a lead into something. Her mood which was already bad, turned into joyful as she hears that. But turned to worse when she listened more.

[ "The hell you mean there's an underground human trafficking happening in Frontera?!" ]

[ "There is... my Lady. Knights are already dispatched to subdue the remaining criminals and even the mastermind." ]

At the moment even though the maid is merely a 13 name day old child, but due to the way she talked. Her close relationship with the famous young Lord of House Boggs. The said servant which is almost twice her age could only meekly nod his head as he reports what's happening.

[ "And this news relates to the young Lord, how exactly?" ]

[ "T-there. We had found missing children locked in cages, some foreign some not. So there might be the possiblity of the young Lord having been... caught." ]

[ "You have got to be kidding me!!" ]

Who knew for the exchange of learning how to read, write, and listen to stories told by the young Lord from time-to-time. That she would need to repay that favor, by of course saving him whenever he gets into trouble. Who would have known.

[ "You, Pietre. You go and call all the remaining Knights and go to..." ]

[ "On the outskirts of the town my Lady, near the recently built shelter for the homeless. On Tobho the Merchant's tavern." ]

...

[ "Or should I call you, baker now. Alexander the Baker, has a nice ring into it. Don't you think so too, child?" ]

[ "I agree." ]

[ "What a lovely child, didn't know you had a bastard. Alexander, why didn't you tell me in the first place?" ]

Feeling disrespected, Lloyd's happy go-lucky demeanor disappeared as his face instead displayed a frown. His gun which was attached to his waist, he instead placed it at the table as a threat to the fatman.

But in not knowing the concept of a firearm yet, or the terror that one could inflict with a mere pull of the finger. He instead merely glanced at the assortments of disorganized component and continued approaching the preoccupied baker without much worry.

[ 'This guy's pretty rude, isn't he?' ]

Thinking about the multiple ways of murder in his supposedly young mind, Lloyd formulates hundreds or so of plans in how he could dispatch this said bastard named Tobho, as quickly as possible.

And so does the 3 guards carrying daggers on their waist, just outside the back door grinning. Plus the people banging outside the entrance door that is slowly tearing apart the said door, about to enter.

He knows he wouldn't be able to kill all the criminal-looking folks with a single bullet, that is unless he is what you would call a Sniper. Or that his bullet have a mind on it's own. He doesn't have either of the two, so he decided to do the next best thing and injure— or even kill the big boss.

[ "Push men!" ]

[ "Damn you all!!" ]

[ "Don't worry, Ser. We wouldn't hurt your bastard, that is bad for business after all." ]

Lloyd listened to the villain talk as he walks pass him. At the same time, the men outside the main door finally was able to push enough to shove the door inwards. Which caused Alexander, the baker, to propel forward to the ground below Tobho.

[ "Leave the child alone, pig. He doesn't know anything!" ]

[ "That is in fact, false. Ser. He knows more than plenty on what is happening." ]

[ "You heartless bastard, I'll tear you to piece-! HMF!!" ]

The fourth time. He, the baker gets cut off the fourth time that day as he gets pinned on the ground by the men behind him. Due to the force of the multiple men, he wasn't able to escape no matter how hard he tries to resist the said men.

[ "This... this is what pride got you, honor? Bullcrap, no such things exist in the modern age. All things could be bought." ]

[ "Why did you flee, Ser? You should have just accepted the coins and not tattle on my business. And now, that foolishness leds you here. No honor, no pride, no position; about to die as a mere pig." ]

[ "Men, slit this idiots throat and burn this godforsaken house-bakery of some sorts. Do it quick, do it fast." ]

Stepping on the head of the baker, Tobho. The cruel, savors the feeling of feeling the man's skull under his boots. As because of that said man, his business had been placed under the limelights as of late; which caused him to laylow for a while.

Something which is bad for business, as less time operating means less golds in his pockets. And less gold is what he most hate in the world, causing him to grit his teeth as he put more force into his boots. [ "Why can't men like you, die!?" ]

[ "I know right?" ]

[ BANG ]

...

[ "Sister, it seems like the young master isn't amongst the kidnapped children. Is this a blessing, or not?" ]

[ "..." ]

[ "I-I'll keep searching then." ]

Calissa since earlier had been radiating what one would call a dark ominous aura around her, as she glares at each and every single tied up criminal below or above the tavern. All not looking at her in fear.

About some time had passed, she glanced down at the silver rimmed pocket watch, which is another wacky invention of his young Lord. That is given to her. She could see the long handle of it nearing the 9th digit, and the smaller one in the 11th. If she wasn't wrong, this translated to 8:54-55.

For a point of reference, 7:00 is when the young Lord normally wakes up, 8:00 to 9:00 is when he studies and writes, 10:00 is when he talks to his Mother and tells stories. Which she and the other servants listens to. And 11:00 is when the House Boggs Family members eat, oftentimes without the patriach due to work.

Then everything else that comes after is either the young Lord studying, roaming the castle, roaming the town with heavy surveillance and protection which he hates. Or doing something weird again, inventing something which no one understands, like a pocket watch which she now finds handy.

[ "Don't worry, Callisa. I believe that the Old and the New Gods, I believe that they are watching and guiding our Lord Lloyd. So don't worry, we'll find him." ]

[ "But... I'm not." ]

[ "Sure, my Lady... Sure." ]

The old man with slightly whitening hair besides her spoke up, perhaps having noticed the sadness subtly written all-over her face. Which she had tried to hide as best as she could.

Perhaps with it age, comes in wisdom, the ability to detect the underlying troubles of others. That is what Ser Liandros seems to have found, as he assured her, before then moving and instructing the Knight, guards, and servants to move and get the kidnapped children and people to safety.

Before of course getting their information and everything, according to procedure which was written and taught to them in what is called as an, seminar. Whatever that means, but the old Knight seems to have enjoyed it, as he now knows extensive amount in that regard; efficiently commanding everyone on what to do.

[ "Jonathan, Ethan. You two go and list down the names of the criminals and have them all lock up in the newly built cell, detain them until Lord Boggs gets bac-!" ]

[ "S-ser Liandros!" ]

Getting interrupted wasn't a good thing, so annoyed, the olden Knight turned around to look at the one that had rudely interrupted him. His angered expression subsiding as he notices the familiar figure of a servant.

Quickly noticing the dishelved and panting apperance of his, he then asked in an amused but somewhat worried tone; [ "Why are you panting boy, is there a problem? Speak up then, get it over with." ]

Panting for a second, Calissa, the Knights, guardsmen, and some idle hands watches in unison as the said newly arrived guest entered the tavern. Before then speaking in a low tone, that everyone could hear due to no one making noise aside from the occasional coughing. [ "T-the young Lord. H-he has been found, ser! The young Lord has been found, safe!" ]

[ "A-and he has learnt to bake bread!" ]

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[ 07/07/2025 ]

[ 07/07/2025 ]

[ AN: There was a problem, so I wasn't able to finish writing the chapter the day before. And could only finish writing it now. Anyways, here you go. And, to those that didn't ask; the favorite things of Lloyd is peace of mind, extremely sweet sweets, and studying anything. The more you know. ]