He smoothly started some casual talk with the fat knight.
Just like that, the night's feast came to an end. After that, Wylis played with his children, all of them except Viserys. He took a little nap with them in his solar, and finally retired to his bedchamber.
After a round of an enchanting mating ritual with Lyanna, he prepared to go to sleep. But clearly, Lyanna had something on her mind as she rested her head on his arm, her fingers made circles around his poor nipple.
It was tough having a ticklish body. It took everything not to laugh. And he knew she was aware.
"What's troubling you?" he asked.
"I was just thinking about something. You aren't siring enough children anymore. The last was Rhaella, and since then, nothing. I… I'm a bit worried. You said you needed to keep doing it."
Wylis squeezed her tighter into himself. "Nothing to worry, Lyanna. I still have fifty-five years left of it."
"That is not very comforting. You told me how you survived that poison at Harrenhal. It cost you ten years of your life. That… frightens me. What happens when the wound is mortal, and the price is fifty years? You should try to reach a hundred years, then even if you must give fifty to cheat death, you would still have half a lifetime left."
That was a very sound idea. And Wylis agreed. But there was a problem.
"I would like that, Lyanna. Truly. But it is no easy thing to find a woman who would raise my bastard, and raise him well. You know the sort of man I am. I don't sow and forget. Each child of mine carries a gift and a bright future. I won't cast them aside."
Lyanna nodded her head. "I know it well. That is why you should try to find as many noble women as you can, like that Lysa."
Wylis shifted and slid lower on the bed, turning onto his side until he faced Lyanna. "Tell me true, Lyanna. Why do you suffer this? I'll speak plain. Were I in your place, I would've left long ago."
"Heh." She giggled and started rubbing his beard. She loved doing that. "Why else? I want you to live a long life, as long as possible, because I love you and I can't lose you."
Hearing that only weighed heavier on Wylis. "Gods know how I ended up with a saintess in the North. If our places were turned, and any man who would've tried to come near you, I'd have killed him where he stood. And as for living, I would have died with you, no matter the years between us."
"Isn't that romantic?" She gave a small, unsteady smile and brushed her lips against his.
"The truth is, Wylis… I tried to hate you. I tried to feel sick at the sight of you. I tried to despise every breath you took. But every time I watched you work some new wonder, create something no one else could, it struck me again how strange our lives have become. If you were any ordinary man, I would have gelded you myself without a second thought. But you are the Tyrant of the Trident. You have gifts no common lord could dream of… and our lives are not ordinary. I'm meant to be dead, aren't I?"
Wylis shook his head. "No. You ought to be alive and riding the North, loosing arrows and bothering Eddard in Winterfell. You should be playing with your niece and nephews, too, and Magnus beside them."
Tears welled up in Lyanna's eyes suddenly. Wylis quickly hugged her, letting her hide her face under his chin.
"I want to... Gods, I want to do it all. I don't want to stay hidden like some frightened creature. It's choking me, this secrecy. But I have you, and that keeps me steady. You've already walked through hell for my sake. I have no right to demand more."
"Shh." He pulled her close. "Since when did you start babbling such nonsense? You're Lyanna Stark. Wife to the most powerful man in the realm, and soon the richest besides. And hear me well. If you ever ask me to end all this, I will. No more children. If it costs me my strength, the gift, all of it, so be it. Your happiness matters to me. You are my wife. I mean to grow old beside you and lose my teeth the same as you."
"Heh…" She giggled into his chest. "I would never ask you that. I want my man to stand at the top of the world one day."
"And you will stand there right beside me."
In silence, both of them held each other as tight as they could. Their love was true; they knew that, and that was all that mattered. From their adolescent days in Winterfell to now, they have loved each other.
I guess… Tyrant's Squire comes second.
He knew who and what mattered the most to him.
"That is why!" Lyanna pulled back suddenly and stared right into his face. "This is our chance. The perfect chance!"
"For what?"
"I'll help; you should simply follow my lead."
He stared at her confident face in confusion. "What do y—"
"You have to bed Leona Woolfield and put a babe in her belly! Then she'll have a secret of her own to guard, and that means she'll guard ours just as fiercely!"
"..."
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At first, Wylis thought Lyanna was joking. Why would she want him to fuck Ser Wylis's woman, and the possible mother-in-law of Magnus?
But then Lyanna started doing strange things. She would ground herself against him whenever Lady Leona was around. Lyanna would act heated, as if ready to receive a rough pounding. Even during dinner feasts, she would make faces.
"I notice the way she looks at you."
That was Lyanna's excuse. But Wylis wasn't buying it. The woman was married to Ser Wylis Manderly; the man wasn't pleasing to look at. Any woman would rather look at him than at such a husband.
"She wants you, Wylis. Believe me."
He didn't believe her. But to his luck or not, Ser Wylis Manderly decided to return to White Harbor and leave his wife and two daughters at Ramsgate. The youngest daughter was just a year old.
From there, Lyanna's attempts intensified. Lyanna would touch him, sit on his lap, kiss him passionately in Lady Leona's presence. But then, somehow, Lyanna drafted more women into her scheme.
Wenda and Ashara started doing the same. Kissing him, sitting on his lap. Discussing their night with him loud enough that Lady Leona could listen. He saw what they were doing, planting an idea in the woman's head that 'this was fine'. That they didn't mind sharing Lord Kaiser of Ramsgate.
Then finally came Arthria's third birthday, and that was the night it happened.
Wylis had ordered a small private feast. The children were happy, and the cake was delicious. And so was the wine. He personally made cocktails for the women.
But when it got late, and the women began taking the children to sleep, Lyanna picked Magnus and Wynafryd Manderly both, and had a servant pick the other Manderly girl.
"Lady Woolfield, I'm taking the little ones with me! Magnus is still wide awake; he'll have friends to play with at last. My lord husband will stay and keep you company. He's all yours!"
"..."
Have you lost the art of subtlety, Lyanna?
Soon, the small hall was shut. Wylis looked at Lady Leona, the woman was in an expensive purple gown, broad over the shoulders, tight on her voluptuous breasts. She reached till his chest, just a few inches taller than Lyanna. And…
She wasn't the most beautiful, but not an ugly sight either. Her silky blonde hair was made into a half-bun. Her neck held a fine necklace, the same as her earrings. And from the reddish-pink blush, he knew she was drunk.
Those eyes.
He noticed the look. The same one that Ros gave him, Lysa gave him, even Rahella. This was the look of hunger, not the food kind.
"My lady, allow me to see you to your bedchamber," Wylis said, offering his arm. She took it at once, clutching it like a prized thing, pressing it close against her soft breasts.
By then, Wylis had also made up his mind. If she was willing, and Lyanna had put in the hard work, why should he refuse? Every year was a boon. And it being a noble woman was great. His child would grow in luxury.
"Ah!"
Right as they were climbing the stairs, Lady Leona tripped forward and almost fell. Wylis was quick to hold her, but he did more and easily scooped her up in a princess carry.
"Let me, my lady. You must have sprained your ankle," he offered. It didn't matter if she had sprained it or not. What mattered was the way her lips were frozen in a smile, her cheeks blushing, and her eyes big and dreamy.
Lady Leona wasn't that heavy, though she was on the verge of being called fat. Seeing her face, he could see the marks of beauty that she once was. Same as Genna, but somehow that gorgeous Lannister had kept herself fit enough.
Clack!
At last, Wylis gently kicked the doors open. It was already bright with candles here and there. So, he took her to the bed and softly laid her down on it.
Then, he pulled the quilt and tucked her in, making sure his hands slowly traced all over her soft belly, then her breasts, and finally the naked skin of her neck.
He knew she wanted him. But he still wanted to hear her final, willing approval.
"Do you need anything else, my lady? If it's anything, ring that bell and—"
Here we go.
"Stay… my lord."
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