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In the coming days, Wylis trained Robert like a mule. He forced the King to see how fragile he'd become. Unable to run far, unable to lift weights. He also dueled Ser Barristan; the man asked for it. After the loss, Barristan acknowledged that he'd have died at the Trident if he'd faced Wylis.
Other than that, he worked with Jon Arryn on shaping the 'Royal Registry for Invention and Discovery Rights.' And since Robert had also given his approval, nothing was holding them back. From rules and regulations to time limits. One's right to an invention could not exceed ten years, but it could be renewed every ten years by paying for it.
The Crown was more than happy about it, because it meant more money. But still, the price wasn't kept high. Furthermore, the penalties were written down. In a way, the official registry was created in Ramsgate. Robert's seal was already there. Only the Small Council's recognition was left.
Wylis didn't place his patents in them yet, however. He wanted the registry to be official first.
Beyond that was the need to give Lysa some regular attention. At least as long as she was going to be in Ramsgate, he made sure she felt 'welcome'. Countless bedding and impromptu mating rituals later, the final night arrived.
It was the last night before the King was to depart for Winterfell. He had prepared greatly for it, and he fully intended to complete that 'Tyrant's Feast' quest.
For this one night, the entire town was to join. This was no longer a feast at the castle, but a feast at Ramsgate. Moreover, the feast wasn't being held at the castle, but rather at the docks. The place had been scrubbed and cleaned, scents were sprayed, torches and fancy paper lamps were placed all around, and men in armor stood guard holding torches. It was a rather large space, and the King's table was placed in a way that it looked at the sea, as all ships had been moved. The other tables for guests were placed in a U-shape.
Before the King's table, between the U-shape was a large stage where mummers prepared to perform their play. It was written by Wylis himself, and the mummers were townfolks he'd picked for the job. They were trained by Ros, however.
The entire Ramsgate was allowed to feast that night. All taverns and inns were allowed to give two cups of free ale to all guests and as much food as they wanted. Not all could be at the King's feast, after all.
As the night fell, Wylis arrived with the King and other nobles. The bards played gentle music in the background while the stage was being prepared. Not just music, some of the barbecue food was also being prepared right on the spot, on specially designed grills. The cooks were hard at work, filling the place with the aroma of meat.
"What have you planned tonight, Wylis?" Robert asked with a loud laugh, already busy drinking the cocktails Wylis had invented. "This feels unusual."
"Because it is, Robert. Be prepared to be entertained and left without words," Wylis replied, seated on the King's left while Jon sat on the right. "I have written a mummer's play for this night."
"You did? Hah. Then I suppose I'll drown myself in a few more cups and numb what's left of my wits."
"..."
Wylis chuckled and gestured at the mummers to start.
A team of men quickly jogged on stage and placed a large curtain that was painted with scenery. Then they placed bright torches so the entire stage was properly illuminated. Then, finally, an old man gave an introduction to the play.
"A long time ago, in the faraway lands of a kingdom called Denmark…"
After a quick introduction, the play began, showcasing a scene at the top of a castle wall. The background was made on a curtain, but it was the foreground that made it seem so real. Wylis had created cardboard and painted it to appear as battlements.
Two armed men appeared, and a third dressed in noble attire, simply greeting. Then a fourth man appeared, seeming ghostly pale, like a dead man…
Thanks, Shakespeare.
Wylis relaxed back, having seen the play in far better quality too many times in his old life. The high society was obsessed with plays, and he'd been dragged to many of them by his many celebrity female partners. He remembered the play well.
The story of Hamlet followed as expected. The exciting part was the stage design and the scene design he had worked on. Moreover, the story was alright, and the mummers did well. The man playing Prince Hamlet did very well, acting the madman part. Similarly, the woman playing Ophelia was gorgeous and acted mad just fine, and her singing voice was heartbreaking.
Finally, the duel scene took place, and it was a feast to watch. The man who played Hamlet was one of the boys from his garrison, so he knew how to swing a blade. The same was the case for Laertes. Both of them were from his garrison, and he had choreographed the fight scene personally.
How well they trained with it was a different matter, as he wasn't always there to watch over them.
Clank!
"Haaaagh! Damn you!"
"You killed my sister!"
Wylis was somewhat speechless by their acting. Their swords were blunt, but they acted well, raging at each other, growling like true men aiming to kill. And the part where the two men were to exchange swords without realizing was played well, yet with enough drama that those watching noticed it.
What followed was as expected.
The queen had drunk the poisoned wine by then and fell. Laertes also fell from his own poisoned sword, and, in a loud, dying voice, confessed everything, revealing all of Claudius' plans.
What followed was a dramatic murder scene of Claudius, followed by Prince Hamlet himself falling, declaring in his final moments who should be the next king.
It was silent for a while when the play ended, and the bards slowly finished performing their music that had accompanied the entire play over the many scenes of changing moods. Soon, when silence finally fell, Robert rose.
"Seven hells!" Robert kept clapping like a drunken fool, and the rest joined in. "That prince is a bloody idiot, but a good lad. Poor girl, Ophelia. Wylis, who the fuck was that ghost? It was some scheme too, wasn't it?"
"..."
I guess the King is well entertained.
Wylis shrugged, clapping. "I don't know."
"How the fuck do you not know? You wrote the damn thing."
"It was written so for a reason. It was meant to leave the spectators wondering, talking among themselves about what might be. Ophilia's demise, too, is left ambiguous."
"She killed herself. What else?"
"Are you sure about that?" Wylis smirked at the King.
Robert's mouth shut up instantly, his brows creased. Then the King sat down, deep in thought.
Being a king, such stories must hit closer to home, Wylis reckoned. He could imagine Robert going through many names in his head to find real names associated with the play's characters.
"That was bloody beautiful," Robert grunted, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "Half of it's left hanging, and I like that. Take the bit where Gertrude drinks the poisoned wine, even after Claudius tells her not to. Sounds to me like she knew damn well it was poisoned."
"Could be. Could be not. Who can say?" Wylis said, and saw the King get annoyed. "Even so, I never thought they would carry it off so well."
To that, Wylis quickly announced rewards, cheering up the nervous men and women who acted in the play. He awarded each five gold dragons, a disgusting amount of money for a resident of Ramsgate.
"Twenty gold to each of them!" Robert bellowed, waving off Wylis. "I always thought these mummer's plays were dull as shit, but you lot caught me off guard. Come on then, stop gawking and get to the feast."
Wylis only had to clap a few times, and quickly the entire stage was disassembled, creating an empty floor area. The servants appeared next, setting up the feast in an organised manner. Plates, jars of drinks.
That night, Wylis offered a few new dishes. One of them was a doner kebab, as close to the real thing as he could make. Then there were ramen noodles, which he made with flour. Since there were spices available, he tried to make an Indian curry dish he remembered. Too bad, there were no tomatoes; he could have tried other things.
Still, the feast was less about feeding the King and more about leaving him amazed at the cuisine. There were also milkshakes and, for the first time, ice cream. It was made with the ice that his ships had brought. He'd sent them on a test run to eventually start his ice trading.
"What in the god's name is this?!" Robert was most amazed by the ice cream.
The man had eaten snow before, but this was different. Made from milk, and multiple flavors such as orange and cinnamon. It was also topped with almonds and other nuts as needed, there and then.
It was an experience as Wylis prepared scoops in small silver bowls for each of the royal and noble guests. He'd tasted this before with the women, tasted it in secret underground with Lyanna, Rhaella, Elia, and the kids. Even Viserys' face was worth seeing. The boy's tough shell couldn't hide the childish delights.
"Ummmmh… So… lovely." Lysa was a special case as she ate and let a few drops fall on her overflowing breasts. She was quick to pick it with her finger and lick it while staring at him.
This woman. Your man is right beside you!
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