He played with Daenerys a bit, poking her chubby cheek until she grabbed his finger. He chuckled, forgetting all the exhaustion of the road. Knowing that she wasn't going to struggle in this life, that she'd have an actual happy childhood, even by the standards of Westeros' nobility, he just hoped it'd be enough to rewrite what her original fate was.
Finally, he handed the girl back to Rhaella, giving her a warm smile. He didn't expect Viserys to be there; the boy hated him. So, he walked over to Genna Lannister. Gods, the woman was a sight to behold, overflowing in her bodice in her tight red gown of clearly expensive taste.
Genna was a woman blessed with decent height as well, and all the soft flesh she had gained was in the perfect places. He knew he was going to unwrap her soon, and he couldn't wait. But first, his eyes landed on the strong boy in her arms, also two years old. He was quite tall, not as tall as Magnus, however.
"My lady." He nodded at Genna, grateful for his height as the deep valley of her breasts was so delicious to look at.
"Oh, my lord." Genna didn't hold back, however. Being a confident woman, she threw herself into Wylis' arms.
Wylis didn't mind it and hugged her back. The secret was out of the bag anyway, at least in that room. Besides, feeling the fluffiness of her breasts made him shudder in hope.
Finally, after the embrace, he held his son in his arms. He never dared say it, however. He was never going to openly declare that the boy was his.
"I have named him Leonel Lannister, my lord." Genna introduced. "He's beautiful and so…"
"Hu-nwry… Mama."
Holy fuck! He's speaking already.
Wylis gulped. He remembered that Leonel was born blessed with high intelligence, and he'd added more points to it. The boy was already at seven points in intelligence, and ten was the peak. And right away, he added one more to Dexterity. Then he added one more to Charisma, using points collected in two years.
[Son(Bastard) - Genna Lannister
Life Points Available - 0]
[Strength - 4/10
Dexterity - 3+1/10
Intelligence - 7/10
Charisma - 4/10
Vitality - 4+1/10]
Blonde hair, blue eyes, face matching Wylis more than that Frey husband of hers.
"He is blessed with wit, Lady Genna. Sharper than most you'll meet. Nurture him well, and even in might, he will shine." Wylis declared and handed the boy back. "Let's discuss the matters regarding your visit later."
Genna solemnly calmed down and stood in place.
Wylis finally moved to Elia Martell, the Dornish dusky woman was in a simple, sleeveless attire, yet still noble. He gave her just a simple nod and smile, leaving her as the only woman not embraced or kissed by him.
He didn't avoid her. It was just the boundary between them that he respected. He had been involved with Rhaella since before saving her. But Elia was different, and trying anything with her would make him feel like he was using her; that intimacy was a reward for saving her.
"Oh?" Wylis acted confused with a hand on his brow. He pretended to look around, searching. "Where's my little goblins? I can't see them."
"Here! Here, down here!" Rhaenys chirped, jumping, waving her little arms. Right beside her stood three-year-old Aegon, gawking at the giant before him. "Look! Look at me, Wylis!"
After a bit more acting, Wylis finally looked down and exclaimed. "Ah! There you are. Come here."
He grabbed both of them and lifted them high in his arms. The two giggled non-stop, Rhaenys most, used to Wylis giving her that treatment, making her fly. Aegon was new to it as he had just started remembering things.
"Tell me a story, Wylis," Rhaenys asked, begging with puppy eyes.
"A story? Aye, tomorrow then. I'll tell you the tale of Robin Hood." He said, gently rocking the two children in his arms.
"Who's that? R-Rob? He robs?"
"Oh, he does. He takes from the big, cruel, evil rich folk, robs their coin, and gives it to the poor. Sounds lively enough, doesn't it? I'll tell it tomorrow."
To Wylis, Aegon, and Rhaenys were his kids. He reckoned he wouldn't be surprised if they one day started calling him father. And he was willing to accept them.
"I have some work to do now, go back to your mother." He lowered the two to the floor and finally walked over to Brandon, hugging the wild wolf. "Don't expect a kiss."
"Hah! Like I'd ever kiss that whoring mouth of yours."
"..."
Fucker pulls no words.
Wylis noticed the women holding back a laugh, Lyanna especially snorting in failed attempts. Aye, he was a manwhore, and he couldn't even deny it.
"Good to have you back, my giant brother," Brandon said with a grin, slapping Wylis hard on the shoulder. "Come on, it's about fucking time you laid eyes on your fleet. It's a sight worth seeing, I'm telling you."
Wylis nodded and looked back at Lyanna, exchanging some words with the mere change of expressions. She gave him an assuring look, and he headed out to see his hard work.
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Ramsgate Port,
What a sight it was. Over twenty ships were at the port, some anchored in the distance. Not all were his; many were rented. But out of them, he owned eight cogs and eight carracks. Carracks were large and expensive, but more than half of them came from the pirates.
"I sent word to Morgan from White Harbor. He's sending sailors every week to man these ships. Right now, I've sent a couple out fishing so they earn their keep. But Wylis, if you don't start moving on whatever plan you're nursing, these ships will drain your gold quicker than ale in my cup. A vessel that just sits there is a useless tit that costs a fortune and gives no milk."
Wylis looked at his old friend. "What did you do to Brandon?"
"Hah, listen to me, sounding all clever and shit. Been reading tomes and listening to the clever cunts who showed up to man the ships." Brandon laughed. "Either way, the ships are solid as a whore's promise, and the wall's coming along nicely. You've laid eyes on it. The one circling where the future moat'll be is almost done, thank the Gods."
Wylis then told him about his journey down south and the mess that House Frey caused. Of course, Brandon laughed harder after learning all that, calling the bridge's fall the gods' justice.
After the ships, Brandon dragged him around the whole town, showing him some new shops that had opened. Two new taverns, as the townsfolk earned coin and needed somewhere to spend it. Wylis also met with the blacksmith, who was busy making the metal boxes he'd ordered a long time ago. They were the most important element in his short-term but high-reward trade he'd planned.
Finally, as they strolled back towards the castle, Brandon turned serious.
"Now that you're back, I'll shove off for a while. Been trading ravens with Lady Dustin, and the words are getting filthy. Then it's off to Winterfell to grab some shit and haul it here. Ned's fucking struggling with stubborn Karstarks. I'll go sort his mess out. Father beat it into my thick skull to rule that bloody place, not Ned."
That was just how Brandon Stark was. The man acted all brute, foolish, drinking jester, but under that cloak was a man who thought deeply. A man with a working head. After all, Brandon was the only man to realise just how close Wylis and Lyanna had gotten.
"Will you tell him about her?"
"Gods, no! Ned's my brother, and I'd ride into battle beside him any day, but trust him with a secret? I'd sooner trust a direwolf with a leg of lamb. Best we say nothing while our friend's still warming that pointy fucking throne."
"Then take six men with you, train them on the way. The Boltons have gone quiet, and that never bodes well. I can smell a plot." Wylis saw the sense of it. Killing Brandon would wound him true. Brandon was a second line of safety in Ramsgate, near as solid as Wylis himself.
"Alright, but I get to choose them."
"Anyone besides Chett is fine."
Brandon headed to the guardhouse right away, and Wylis entered the castle. He went to the locked vault that only he and Lyanna knew how to open. From inside, he grabbed a chest and walked out. He went upstairs and arrived at Rhaella's bedchamber.
After a few knocks, the doors opened. Rhaella stood there without her fur cloak, her gown tight around her waist, flowing out over her hips.
"My lord, I was just feeding Daenerys."
"Forgive the intrusion. This will take but a moment." He stepped into the bedchamber. "Lock the door behind."
Wylis walked all the way in, eyeing Daenerys in the cradle. He went over to a table and placed the chest on it. As he unlocked it, Rhaella stopped beside him, eyeing the chest with interest.
"I thought this would put a proper smile on your face. I know they do nothing but sit there, but they still speak of the fire that runs in your veins," he said with a smile. Then, he eased the lid open to reveal the two dragon eggs.
Rhaella gasped and caressed the dragon eggs with shivering hands. Her eyes gleamed at the beauty of the two, one golden and one entirely black. She felt scared to even lift them and just felt them.
"T-These are… precious, my lord." Rhaella whispered, "These could… You should sell them."
"..."
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