Laughing, Wylis waved and dismounted Caliburn, patting the big horse on the head, giving a few nice face rubs while the stableboy came.
"Well done, Caliburn. Eat your fill. You may be busy siring a few lads and lasses soon, if Lady Dustin gives her nod," Wylis spoke to him like an old friend. Then he glanced at the stableboy. "See he's fed proper."
"Will do, m'lord."
Wylis watched Caliburn being taken to the indoor stables. He was already planning on building a private garden, maybe, where he'd let Caliburn roam freely. He wanted everyone he cherished to live a happy life.
"You're back, my lord."
From behind, he recognized a smooth, sweet, firm voice. With a big smile, he turned around, and there she was, the woman he yearned for the most. "Aye, my lady. Hope the castle treated you well in my absence."
"..."
Lyanna stared at him silently.
Wylis did the same.
Lyanna set her hands on her hips and shook her head, smiling. "Aside from cold nights alone, no husband to annoy, and no favorite saddle to ride, aye, it treated me well."
"..."
Chuckling, adoring her grumpy, beautiful face, Wylis spread his arms wide, invitingly. "Well, why the wait then?"
"Damn it!" Lyanna grumbled and rushed up to him and just jumped without a care.
Wylis received her in a warm, tight embrace, his thick arms wrapped around her back, his spread palms under her soft hips, keeping her in the air. He really was too damn tall, but she didn't care, nor did he.
"You are barred from leaving for a year," Lyanna whispered, fingers obsessively stroking his stubbled beard as she crushed her mouth against his.
Her tongue slithered between his lips right away, her passion overflowing. She hugged his head, flattening her soft breasts against his hard chest. She wanted to show him how much she missed him, more than poetic words could describe.
Wylis, too, clenched her hips, growing harder than he should out there. Gods, he loved her so much. Having your best friend as your wife was the greatest joy one could have, especially one who was as beautiful as she was witty and understanding.
"Ummmh…" Lyanna finally lost her breath and broke the kiss. She felt his arms squeeze her too hard. "You're… crushing me."
"Oh, I'll be doing that plenty in the nights to come, my she-wolf." He brushed a quick kiss near her lips and set her back on her feet. She barely reached his shoulder. "Let's go inside. Too many eyes here."
Lyanna wrapped an arm around his and walked with him inside. She guided him towards the ground floor's solar, where everyone had gathered ever since they heard he had reached the town.
"Before we go inside." Lyanna caught his hand before the doors opened, smiling up at him. "Genna Lannister is here. She came the moment you left. She claims Lord Tywin sent her, but you already told me. The boy is beautiful; he has your face and eyes."
Wylis eyed his wife with a worried look. "Then she—"
"Impossible to hide. We couldn't make her live outside the castle for so long. Besides, she has something to hide, as do we. I have a feeling, I saw the thirst in her eyes. She's here for much more than just Lord Tywin's bidding."
But that didn't relieve Wylis. He didn't trust the Lannisters. He didn't trust Genna either. Besides, the woman was barely loyal to—
He tried to look up her loyalty. He remembered it being thirty percent when he put the babe in her. He had never checked it again and… he should have.
Huh? Seventy percent?
"I should speak with her alone when the time comes."
"It will take more than speaking alone," Lyanna said with a sly grin as she pushed the doors open. "Don't worry over much. As a woman, I see what's beneath her face."
Wylis gave a tired sigh and walked inside, immediately greeted by the warmest feeling he could ever hope for. The entire solar was filled with children and women, except for Brandon. More than the warm hearth, it was all the gorgeous smiles that melted him.
"Take these two. They're heavy." Brandon hurried over, cradling Magnus in one arm and Arthria in the other. "Gods damned, they're growing too fast."
Instantly, Wylis received his son and daughter in his arms. He had to agree with Brandon; both of them were big for their age. Over two years of age, Magnus was already near three feet in height, and Arthria wasn't far behind, just two and already over two feet in height.
Furthermore, their eyes looked so intelligent. The two stared at him intently, their cute baby hands tapping all over his big face.
"Da?" Magnus mumbled.
"..."
Wylis froze right there, eyes wide. What was that? That warm surge in his body. It felt ticklish in his stomach, an unusual excitement mixed with love and protective instincts.
"He's already talking?" He looked at Lyanna, who smirked, arms crossed.
Tap! Tap!
"Bubu…" Arthria tried to mumble something, smacking him on the face.
"And she's trying." He gulped, amused by their growth. Sure, they were blessed, but this was a lot. And they already had life points available to be allotted. He gave Magnus' two to Dexterity and Vitality, one each. For Arthria, he gave her one point to Intelligence.
[Magnus Kaiser(Trueborn) - Lyanna Stark's]
[Strength - 4/15
Dexterity - 3+1/15
Intelligence - 4/15
Charisma - 8/15
Vitality - 5+1/15]
[Arthria(Bastard) - Ashara Dayne]
[Strength - 3/10
Dexterity - 3/10
Intelligence - 3+1/10
Charisma - 7/10
Vitality - 4/10]
Then, he showered his two kids with kisses until they got annoyed.
When they started protesting, he handed Magnus back to Lyanna, and then walked over to Ashara. The gorgeous Dornish woman stood proud and tall, smiling warmly.
He didn't hide it anymore, although Genna was there. He pecked Ashara on the lips before hugging her, their daughter between. "She's going to break hearts."
Ashara giggled, receiving the babe in her arms. "I pity the ones who'll try to break her heart more, my lord."
"Oh, hah! I'll break their legs." Wylis laughed, as did others. But they all knew he'd do it.
Right beside, he moved to Wenda, heavily pregnant, perhaps a few weeks from giving him another gift. He embraced her and kissed their son, Simon. The boy was growing tall just as much as others. All his children were blessed.
"No more moving around for you, Wenda." He ordered, worried about her slipping somewhere. He kissed her lips, tucking away locks of hair.
"I hope the journey back home was safe." He kissed Ros as well, the signs of life in her belly not yet visible.
"It was, my lord," Ros replied, adoration and love in her voice, her one hand caressing her belly. "Welcome home."
After that, Wylis received his two sons, twins, each a giant despite being less than a year old. In comparison, their mother was short and petite, even more so than Lyanna. Yet, Wylis kissed her, cherishing her all the same.
Anna was a lowborn widow from Stoney Sept, but she was his now. She was also the chief maid of the castle, whose duty was to oversee other maids. He didn't allow her to do any heavy labor either.
"Alric and Alden." He looked at his two boys, both of whom were blessed with strength greater than any. "I can see fine, proud knights in making."
Anna giddily smiled. She lacked self-confidence, understandably, as she was surrounded by realm-wide famed beauties, high noblewomen, and even royalty. Yet, Lyanna herself had made her ease into her role and understand the basic fact that Wylis didn't give a damn about the status of others.
"How is the castle treating you, Anna?" he asked the woman.
"Blessed, delighted, and merry," Anna replied, looking down in shame. "I… I feel at home, my lord."
"This is your home." Wylis pecked her forehead and handed the boys back. "You're a part of this big family."
He kissed his sons again and moved on to see Rhaella. The elegant woman stood there in a modest grey gown, with a white-fur cloak on her shoulders that elevated her beauty with her silver-blonde hair. Whenever he looked at Rhaella, it always reminded him of finely aged wine. Not to mention, she wasn't even forty yet.
Although he saw longing in her eyes, he didn't kiss her. Not because he respected her royal status, but because he planned to see her again that day soon. Still, his embrace was tight, scandalous if anybody cared that she was the Queen.
Wylis was careful of the small babe in Rhaella's arms. He knew her name, but he couldn't say it. "And this must be…"
"Daenerys," Rhaella replied proudly, handing Wylis the little girl.
Wylis stared and could see the resemblance to Rhaella. She was tiny, just the size of his two hands holding her. She was mostly bald with a few patches of silver; her little eyes were violet. He didn't want to, but he felt just as protective of her as any of his children. Perhaps it was simply because he was a man of strength and she was just a little child.
You're safe, girl. Just don't go all mad king on me, good?
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