I have restarted this story under the name The Stark
This will be where I will post my rough drafts.
Which will help me fix errors and I can add more content.
SO SPOILER ALERT
Leon Stark rode into Winterfell, his heart pounding with anticipation. It had been more than two long years since he had last seen his mother, Barbrey Stark. Leon had been living at Moat Cailin for almost a year before he marched down south at the beginning of Robert's Rebellion with his army. As he rode through the inner gates of Winterfell, Leon's eyes scanned the familiar surroundings. The towering walls, the ancient tree surrounding the inner courtyard with large Stark banners, all seemed to be welcoming him. It was the sight of his mother waiting for him that truly warmed his heart.
Barbrey Stark stood tall and regal. Her hair, almost all black with streaks of blended light brown hair, framed her face, adding to her distinguished appearance before cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of joy and relief as she caught sight of her son. Leon admired his mother's ability to handle adversity with grace and dignity. She possessed a rare combination of intelligence, beauty, and a strong will that commanded respect from those around her. It was evident that she had earned the loyalty and admiration of the castle's inhabitants.
Barbrey Stark was not one to waste resources, but she also never forgave those who crossed her or her family. Leon knew that his mother's actions were always calculated and purposeful. She was a woman of power, and her decisions were made with the utmost consideration for his well-being and the kingdom he inherited.
As Leon approached his mother, he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the lessons she had taught him. She had instilled in him a sense of responsibility and pride. Though he was always a prideful person. He recalled when they first moved to Winterfell, how when he started to feel overwhelmed by the insults, how her soft voice as well as her willingness to listen to him and help walk him through his problems would help him relax. As far back as his early memory, his mother would instinctively listen to him. She treated him as an equal and acknowledged that he was far more mature and wise beyond his age. Leon had never needed to use any magic to have his mother treat him as an adult.
"Leon, Prince Stark welcome home my dear," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Winterfell is yours my Prince." Then my mother hugged me before holding me at arms length, looking me up and down. "You have grown into a remarkable young man." Hugging me again she whispered in my ears. " You have made me the proudest mother in all Westeros. I am happy you're finally home" Leon's heart swelled with love and gratitude for his mother. He knew that he had been blessed with an extraordinary woman as his guiding force.
As Leon looked at his mother, memories flooded his mind, recalling moments when his mother had displayed her strength and resilience. Despite the challenges she faced, Barbrey never allowed herself to be defeated. He remembered the times when she had to endure the backhanded insults his grandfather would hurl at her. The shame she had to suffer with my father openly having an affair with multiple women. The fact that this woman stood alone in Winterfell with not a friend or a kind word from anyone. The same servants who used to snigger behind our backs now stood dutifully behind her. For a brief second a feeling of shame flowed through me. I had abandoned her when I went to Moat Cailin. Squashing those feelings down, remembering one of her first lessons to me about how never to allow emotion to dictate your actions.
A fortnight has passed, since Leon had returned to his ancestral home. His mother eagerly informed him of the progress she had made. She had followed my instructions in the letters I had sent her. In my absence, she had taken charge of the Stark lands, initiating various projects to improve the North. I had informed her that she may use the money in the treasury but asked her to leave a quarter of it untouched. She had gathered women around the land surrounding Winterfell. Using them she started working on several of my projects.
Using the blueprints I had sent her. My mother had overseen the early stage in the construction of massive underground greenhouses. When it was fully built, I would add massive runic arrays that would keep the buildings at a certain temperature in each greenhouse and I planned on creating artificial lights that would allow the plants to grow all day and night. Providing the people of Winterfell and eventually, the rest of the North, with fresh produce even during the harshest winters.
My mother's ambitions didn't stop there. She must have had my papers with detailed plans gathered from Moat Cailin and gone through them. Seeing that my plans called for the need for massive granite stones. I had marked on a map where I believe the best place to quarry the stone would be. She started the early process of creating a quarry by clearing the land and building shelter for the workers.
Looking over her reports, I was impressed. "Mother, you've done wonders in my absence," Leon whispered, his voice filled with admiration. Barbara smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "I've merely followed your lead, my son."
For the past two years,
I had multiple projects working. One of the more important ones was creating a channel. I created simple golems and put a spell that when people try to get close to them or investigate what's going on they will remember they have other things to do and they will leave the area immediately. This is to make sure that no spies actually look at what's going on as well as prevent anyone from attacking these golems. They didn't have the durability or the ability to do multiple tasks by command. They were cheaply made to do basic work. They start off the process by digging a canal connecting the bite near White Harbor to the fever river that's connected to the Saltspare. I plan on creating a cadet branch of the Manderley to be given to guard the entrance of the canal. The canal will come from the bite near white harbor and swing down behind Moat Cailin Then it will go straight across to the fever river. Behind Moat Cailin I planned on building a large port city with a large port for ships to dock and unload supplies. I had created a man-made bay that was 13 m deep 31 meters wide and 42 meters long
