Honestly, Wylis hated the dead bastard Aerys even more. The man didn't deserve someone this kind and warm-hearted. Despite knowing how rare dragon eggs were, her first thought was to sell them to fund Ramsgate.
"Rhaella." He set a hand on her shoulder and turned her to him. "Keep them. Call it a family heirloom, something to pass on, since all else was lost when you fled King's Landing and Dragonstone."
Yet, Rhaella shook her head. She stepped closer to him, her soft hands on his chest as she looked up at him, reaching up to stroke his face. "Wylis... I cannot keep these. They're worth far more than gold or diamonds. You've already done so much for me, more than enough, more than any man would ever do for another in—"
"And I did it because I wanted to." He slid a strong arm around her waist and cupped her face with a rough hand. "I ask myself why you do not hate me. I slew Rhaegar. Aerys, I won't even name; he earned his death. I brought your house to ruin, and yet I stand shield to the one you may call usurper."
"Robert is not an usurper," Rhaella replied. "After what Aerys and Rhaegar did, the rebellion was deserved. Every great house, every proud dynasty, it all crumbles in the end when the rule turns rotten. And Robert... he carries Targaryen blood, thin as it runs in him now. He does."
"And Elia?"
"She would never hate you, my love." Rhaella pressed herself against his chest, rising on her toes. "Never. She and her little ones draw breath today only because of you. The danger you brave every day to keep us hidden here... it dwarfs everything else. And my son... gods, my son betrayed her trust at every turn. She... we... we're so grateful that we still live, that we can watch whatever remains of our house bloom again, even if it will never be the glory it once was."
Wylis stared into her eyes, only seeing her earnest feelings. And as she rose on her toes, he leaned down and kissed her so passionately he could swear he felt her melt in his arms.
Wylis claimed her completely, his tongue thrusting past her parted lips to tangle with hers in slick, wet strokes that left no room for gentleness. He sucked hard on her tongue, drawing it into his mouth like he meant to steal her breath.
"Ummmh!" Rhaella moaned into his mouth, her eyes fluttering shut in surrender, her tongue fighting a losing battle.
Her body arched into him as his strong hands slid behind her to grip her supple hips, fingers clawing into the plush flesh, yanking her deep against his throbbing eagerness.
With fire roaring through him, Wylis bunched the fabric of her gown in his fists and dragged it upward, bunching it over her thighs. His hands plunged under her smallcloth, palms claiming the bare, warm curves of her hips. He squeezed the soft, fertile flesh.
His cock strained like iron, and Rhaella's hand found it instinctively. She rubbed the rigid length through the fabric with submissive strokes. She pressed harder, tracing the throbbing vein along his shaft, her fingers trembling with need as she yielded to him completely.
He gulped down her sweet flavor, tongue lashing against hers in relentless, wet swirls while his claws dug deeper into her asscheeks, spreading them apart. One hand slipped between the crevice, fingers gliding through the slick heat oozing from her core.
Gods, how he wanted to carry her to the bed and bury himself inside her, to flood her womb with his seed and plant a babe in this gorgeous woman.
Rhaella was breathtaking, silver hair cascading like moonlight, violet eyes glazed with love. And the thought of filling her until she swelled with his child only made his cock twitch harder against her palm.
But he was no mindless brute. He yanked his hands free from her smallcloth, letting her gown fall back into place, and tore his mouth from hers.
"I might lose control if we continue."
"You don't have to control… not with me, Wylis."
Fuck, she's adorable.
She really was. Her innocent face in heat gave the 'shove that cock in me' air. Her spit-slick lips, her glassy eyes, her hand rubbing him.
"I will be back. In a few months, let's… try to have a babe, if you aren't againt—"
"I want to, Wylis. Gods know I want to." Rhaella's voice trembled. "And it will bring me such joy... because I know ours will be made with love. Only love."
One last time, he squeezed Rhaella into a tight hug, engulfing the woman with his arms. He pecked deep kisses on her neck at the same time, his erection still fighting him.
"I'll store the eggs in the vault, then."
"Please, that will put me at ease."
Finally, he grabbed the chest and walked out of Rhaella's room. She didn't follow him and closed the door as she had Daenerys to feed.
"You can come out now, Viserys." Wylis sternly ordered, eyeing a corner.
Sure enough, Viserys appeared, dressed in his training attire, his sword strapped to his hips. The boy was only nine, yet his expressions said otherwise. They were getting harder to read with time; he didn't even show bursts of anger anymore.
"What do you want?"
"What games are you playing with my Mother? All she does is mumble about you day and bloody night."
Soon will moan.
"What do you want, boy?" Wylis asked the same question again.
Viserys glared, but didn't shout like he used to. "A duel. I know I'm not strong enough to beat you yet, but I must know exactly how far behind I am."
Sighing, Wylis placed the chest on the floor against the wall and stood in the middle of the hallway. He placed one hand behind him and waved the other one. "Draw your sword and come at me."
"You have no blade."
"Should make it easier for you, no?"
Viserys gritted, doubting himself already when faced with that sort of confidence. But he wanted to hurt the giant man; he wanted to draw blood. So, he drew his sword and ran forward, ready to thrust the blade into the chest. He hoped his speed would help.
Clank!
"No—"
He was fast, he knew he was. This was his best speed. But all he saw was the giant brute slap his blade away like it was a toy and then…
Pa!
He felt a hard slap smack him on the face. It burned, it ached. He fell sideways, not because the slap was too hard, but because he lost his balance. But it was more humiliating when the giant brute grabbed him by the back of his tunic and lifted him to his feet like he weighed nothing.
"The day you can stand against my one hand, I'll take you as squire if it pleases you. I'll train you myself, should you wish it. Only know this: I train hard as any wild thing. You'll damn the Gods, yourself, and all the world besides."
Wylis saw the stars in Viserys' eyes. The candy he just dangled in front of Viserys would be enough to drive him and keep him away from doing something dumb.
With no more words, he grabbed the chest and left.
As evening approached, he ate supper early and then retired to his bedchamber. He was truly tired and didn't do the usual mating ritual with Lyanna. She didn't try it either.
The she-wolf just nestled in her big brute's arms, talking and listening. She got angry when she learned how close to dying Wylis came at sea. She cursed Walder Frey's seven generations, and of course, Robert's.
"You did it?"
She turned to face him after putting two and two together.
"The bridge at the Twins. You?"
Wylis pressed a finger on her lips, smirking. "Walls have ears, my wife."
Lyanna just laughed at that and turned her back against his chest again so he could spoon her. Oh, she just loved imagining Walder Frey's reaction, even though she'd never seen the man. She loved how powerful her lord husband was.
"He deserved it," she mumbled.
But she heard no response from Wylis, just his gentle breath against her nape. She could feel he was already asleep, too tired. And gods, she knew it took a lot to tire this big, lovable man of hers.
"Sleep well, my love."
Finally, Lyanna shut her eyes as well, drifting to sleep in the world's safest arms.
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