An hour later, after finishing their dessert, he led them all into his decorated solar. It was bright with lots of candles. It was warm because of the hearth. And the tree stood out, as did the gift boxes.
"What's all this for?" Lyanna asked, standing at his side. "Why is there a tree here?"
Wylis didn't answer and grabbed the box he'd placed beside the door. He took a Santa hat out and put it on Lyanna's head. "From today, the twenty-fifth of every year's last month will be celebrated as Hearth Festival in Ramsgate. A full day for family and those we hold dear."
Wylis personally found it rather cringeworthy. But he couldn't call it Christmas day, and a name was needed.
"And let this be the spirit of our celebration. Red and white hats, stars hung with care, a fir tree set up for cheer. A place to gather, share gifts, speak freely, and make memories worth keeping."
Wylis placed hats on all of them, except Elia and Viserys, whom he just handed. Each looked adorable, like an excited child, curious about the new toy.
Thick carpets were set around the tree, so there was enough space to sit down. Wylis had to show them what to do, as they were mostly confused about this new thing.
"Rhaenys, come here," Wylis called the excited little girl, gawking at the decorated tree. She was six years old already, growing up to be a slightly mischievous but also intelligent girl.
He grabbed a large item from under the tree, wrapped in paper-covering. He didn't tear the paper much, as it could still be used later. As he unwrapped the gift, it confused them all more than it excited them. It was a new thing, the first of its kind.
"What is this?" Rhaenys asked curiously, walking around him and the thing.
Wylis pulled away the cover and showed it plainly. "This, my dear, is called a bicycle. You sit here, work these pedals with your feet, and it will carry you along. This bar here is how you guide it."
For now, he had attached training wheels to it. So he just grabbed Rhaenys and placed her on the seat. "You won't fall. Get used to it. But eventually these little training wheels will come off, and you will balance it yourself."
"I u-understand… Woh… It's scary." Rhaenys clutched the handlebars as tight as she could while trying to paddle.
To Wylis, she just looked cute. He always liked Rhaenys because of her gentle and adventure-seeking personality. But at the same time, all children were the same to him. They were his now, blood or not.
"Aegon, you too. Come here."
The four-year-old boy perked up, getting up from beside his mother. The boy was a silent one, somewhat timid but not a coward. Aegon simply thought a lot before doing anything. The only exception was his mother, sister, and Wylis, with whom he let himself go.
"You're too young for a bicycle, but I do have a balance bike for you. If you learn this, you'll soon be able to ride Rhaenys' bicycle without training wheels," Wylis said, his words mostly going above Aegon's head. "Go ahead, try it."
Since it didn't have any paddles, Aegon got on it quickly and started kicking his feet. The smile on his face was worth the work and money spent making it.
"I love it, Father."
"..."
Father?
Wylis couldn't lie. It made him a bit giddy and happy hearing that from Aegon. Sure, Aegon was Elia's son, but he'd been the only father figure around the boy since before Aegon properly started to speak and walk.
"Viserys."
Wylis called for the ten-year-old next, the oldest of the children. He wasn't blind to the changes happening in Viserys' personality. It started after he opened the boy's mind to the truth of what his father was, and how much Rhaella had suffered.
"My lord?"
Eh, he won't call me father?
Wylis felt annoyed, despite there being no reason to. "This one is yours."
It was a slim rectangular item. He just handed it to the boy and let him unwrap it. He liked it when Viserys gently removed the paper instead of tearing it apart. And when the boy's eyes lit up at the sight of a sheathed sword, the gift was worth it.
Shhhhh!
Viserys pulled the sword from the scabbard. It was beautiful, new, and bore markings on it, running along the middle. The rainguard and pommel were plated with gold; the grip was leather.
"It's… beautiful."
"Aye. It was made by a fine Essosi craftsman. He lives in King's Landing, one of the few still able to work Valyrian steel. The sword is yours, Viserys. Learn its weight and its temper. It isn't sharpened yet. Four more years, and you will be ready to serve as a squire. That's when you'll swing it to cut."
"Thank you, my lord."
Wylis nodded and moved on. There was something for everyone. Too many toys to count. There were beautiful gowns for the women, and also a lot of jewellery. Many coins he had unearthed in Maidenpool and Kings Landing weren't gold dragons. So, he used those coins to make jewellery.
"You should have told us sooner. We didn't bring you a gift," Lyanna said quietly, staring down at the fine golden necklace in her hands. "None of us did."
"You're all here. That's enough for me."
The women gave him a look that said he was being a bit too cheesy that night. He laughed embarrassingly and stopped talking about gifts entirely. He helped the kids learn how to play with their new toys.
Soon, Elia and Ashara took Rhaenys and Aegon out as the solar was too small for them to try their bicycles. Viserys was quick to leave as well, eager to try swinging his sword in private. Slowly, the solar became quiet.
Wenda had to go since little Simon was sleepy, and baby Byron was hungry. Anna took her twins to sleep as well.
Wylis filled a few cups of wine and drank with the rest. Genna was annoyed that she was being called back to Casterly Rock. But she had to leave for the Twins in any case.
"Lord Tywin believes patience will break me. He waits, certain that need will drive me to his door and his coffers, never realising I, by no means, intended to rely on him or his gold in the first place. It was something just out there that I found."
Genna sighed, shaking her head. "At times, my brother is ruthless, and at times, too cautious. I will speak with him on this matter when I reach Casterly Rock."
Eventually, Genna also left, having to prepare for her journey the next day. Meanwhile, Magnus and Arthria fell asleep on Wylis's lap.
But then Lyanna volunteered to take them to sleep. She took the two children from him and winked at him a few times.
What does…
He soon realised what she was probably hinting at. Only Ros and Rhaella were left in the solar after that, and both women were giving him heated looks. Little Daenerys was already asleep in the cradle nearby, so the two women weren't occupied with anything.
Did they plan this?
He looked at both their faces, a faint blush apparent from the wine and the heat of the room. The Santa hats were still on their heads. He had one too; heck, he had a mistletoe hanging around his neck for no reason.
There was no denying his loins stirred at the thought. As per his promise to Lyanna, he could be with multiple of them at once as long as it wasn't in a bedchamber. And this was his solar, with plenty of large settees to use.
"I'll get more wine."
Wylis got up from the carpet by the tree and walked over to the wine barrel with a tap attached. He filled the pouch and…
Ah… they did plan this.
When he turned back to look at the two gorgeous women, both with his seed growing in their wombs, they were already naked to the last cloth. Both stood on their knees, robes discarded, their heavy breasts faintly sagging, Rhella's larger, filled with nectar, tight tips.
Their snow-like pale bodies woke his erection. He eyed the treasure between their legs, slick. Both had trimmed, only a small decorative patch there. Ros, with her auburn hair, and Rhaella, with her silver-blonde hair, stood out.
Wylis said nothing and just walked over and stood in front of them. He looked down as they both looked up, a set of blue and a set of violet eyes lustfully staring at him. Their arms moved with urgency, hands untied his breeches and pushed them down.
Wylis removed his tunic on his own, the mistletoe dangling right above his cock.
"Mmmmh…." Rhaella was the first to lean in and press her ripe, royal face flat across his throbbing length, planting kisses. "Another gift for us, I see."
Wylis chuckled, flexing his shaft. He nearly laughed when Ros grabbed a discarded gift ribbon and tied it around the base of his cock, truly making it a gift.
"Now it looks like one," Ros said and lifted his fat, weighty cock so she could smush her face underneath it, against the sack where she planted kisses and licks.
Both women licked him, inhaled as if taking in his masculine scent.
It was wrong. Wylis didn't want to think that. But he couldn't help because it made him somewhat hot. The two women on their knees were so distant in their stature. One an ex-queen and the other…
But who cared? He loved them both, perhaps Rhaella more. It was hard not to have favorites.
"Did you plan this, my ladies?" he asked.
"Heh, no," Ros muttered, licking her lips. "Both of us wanted you tonight, and we asked Lyanna for it. She suggested that we both take it together."
Ah, of course, she did.
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