"In the sight of gods and men—Seven be damned or blessed—I name you knight. I touch you with steel, but it is fire that makes you. Fire, yes… it cleanses, it crowns, it anoints." King Aerys tapped Wylis' shoulder, and then the other, his words less an oath than a reflection of his madness.
"Do you swear to defend the innocent? To uphold justice? To obey your king without question, without pause, without doubt?" The King smiled then, a face seen by all. "Even if the command is to burn them all? Do you swear to guard the weak, to serve with honor—no, with fury—and to be the sword and shield of the realm, even as the realm screams? Say it. Say you will."
Holy fucking shit! He's unredeemable. God!
"I do, Your Grace." He replied nonetheless. Becoming a Knight was the most important.
"Then rise… Ser Wylis, the Northern Sword. You belong to me now. To crown, to flame, to glory." King Aerys proclaimed and watched with glee as Wylis stood up, tall, to his complete height. The King only got more excited when he had to look upwards to measure his new Knight's face.
Ting!
[Mad King's Admiration Triggered]
[Mad King's Current [Censored] - 99.8%]
Wylis's brows flickered from that sudden notification. But he digested it since the second notification filled him with joy.
Ting!
[Host's Status Changed!]
[Previous Status - Forgettable Pest (Legacy Duration - 3 Years)]
[Current Status - Champion Knight (Legacy Duration - 120 Years)]
Ting!
[Life Quest Completed - From Peasant To Knight
Description - You have taken a grand step in your journey. Won tourneys, won women, and now the title. This is the path of a Tyrant, do not falter, do not sit easy. This is only the beginning.
Reward - 2X multiplier to strength increase for making love with each noble, titled partner.
Reward - Legacy(Trueborn & Bastards) new feature unlocked.]
Ting!
[Side Quest Completed - Kingsguards, who?
Description - You have defeated three of the most renowned knights of Westeros. As expected from the future Tyrant.
Reward - 0.5% Overall boost to every ability and strength.]
Wait? Earthbending too? That's fantastic!
Ting!
There's more? It's really raining gifts!
[Tyrant's Title Acquired - The Northern Sword
Description - A title gained from hard work, spilled blood, and sheer strength. Witnessed by lords and ladies of the realm.
Effect - The Host shall enjoy a greater influence in the North—Respect, fear, and awe.]
"Ser Wylis… Ser Wyyyylis…" the King sang the name like a lullaby, as if finding some amusement. The man just stood there and then started to roam around instead of returning to the throne.
"A prize… Yes, a prize. The blood my sword has spilled—so much blood. There must be a reward… a reward worthy of such crimson. A reward fit for a king's justice."
Honestly, Wylis wanted no more rewards. He had received plenty already.
Just go back to the damn throne. I gotta get back to Lyanna quick.
"Ahh, yes!" Aerys cackled, eyes alight towards Wylis. "The stableboy's dream! A brood of little squires, was it? Hah! No whores for the king's blade, no—no—no! The blade of House Targaryen must plant his seed in noble soil. Prestige! Ah! We've got a lady right here. Lovely, fertile... pure."
The Mad King turned towards the spectators and clapped with joy. "Ah! Such beauty—radiant, like flame! Ashara Dayne, yes… Ser Wylis, I name her your bride. Ser Arthur, send word. No—wait—your brother! Not your father, no, no, he's dead, isn't he? Burnt away like the rest!"
Wylis frowned and looked at Ashara in the crowd. She was all smiles, looking shy. His jaw tightened, realizing that she wasn't unwilling.
Marriage? Where did that come from? Fuck… it keeps getting worse!
He had no plans on getting married. Heck, he wanted to leave King's Landing right away. Nothing was under his control anymore. He was at the King's mercy and choices.
"Girl… Ashara Dayne." The King addressed her directly from a distance. "Are you willing? You should be—must be! Look at him! My glorious beast of a knight, worth ten kings. A finer mount no mare could dream of. His seed—oh, the power in it! Your womb shall sing, and Westeros shall tremble with what you bring forth! Boys like mountains, girls like spears of silver. Ha! Blessed, yes… blessed!"
It felt dehumanizing the way Aerys spoke of them and their union. Ashara just nodded her head in utter shame. And Wylis was frozen, lost in thought. How to get out of that situation. How to stop the Mad King from ruining him further.
Clap!
"Then it is done! But Ser Wylis… yes, yes, your sword still thirsts for purpose, does it not? Ha! My queen!" Aerys swept his gaze over all the men and women, even the Kingsguard there, hate in his eyes.
"Rhaella, poor caged dove… Ser Wylis, hear me now—if any man or woman but me dares come within five steps of her—or my son—Viserys!—You will cut them down. If they do… even if they wear white cloaks… butcher them. No mercy!"
What? I don't have time for all that! Guard duty? Fuck that!
But seeing the state of the Mad King, it was best not to find excuses or deny the man there. It was better to just silently run away. He feared for Lyanna, and since he couldn't see Rhaegar there, he felt anxious.
"Go on, then. Still bleeding, are you? Pycelle, see to him—heal him good. He shall begin his duties come morning." King Aerys declared and walked away, throwing Ser Arthur's sword casually and leaving the great hall through the door behind the Iron Throne.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck!
Wylis let out a long exhalation and almost lost his balance. He was pretty tired and wounded.
"Easy there, Ser Wylis."
Out of nowhere, a man snuck up to his side and dragged his heavy arm around his shoulder, helping him stand straight.
"Ser Jaime?" Wylis recognized the young man, a year or two younger than him.
There was a gleam of excitement and respect in the young knight's eyes. Wylis could feel it. Jaime was showing him respect.
"You fought like a lion, Ser Wylis," Jaime said, helping Wylis walk out of the throne room. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Never had the misfortune of facing three named knights all at once, either, Ser Jaime. I barely lived," Wylis replied, acting all noble and knightly. That was what both Lannister siblings looked up to, at least in their youth. "Though by the stories, you've got a name of your own, from what I hear."
"Not half as sharp as you, Ser Wylis. Watching you fight made my sword hand itch. Would you take a few passes with me?"
"Gladly. Just let me stop bleeding first, eh?"
"Of course, that comes first."
Ser Jaime helped Wylis walk all the way to the Grand Maester's healing chamber, where the old man had already fast walked first.
"Down you go now, Ser Wylis, yes—carefully. Hahhh… Forgive an old man, but I must say—you are a marvel of sinew and bone." Pycelle was quick to cut open Wylis' clothes. "Forged by the gods, as if."
Wylis felt awkward in the presence of that man. It was hard to take Pycelle seriously, but considering the man had dubious loyalties, he still had to be handled carefully. King's Landing was a cave of vipers, and the Red Keep was the pit.
"This ointment shall heal you well, Ser." Pycelle did some work, cleaned his wounds, and wrapped bandages around his shoulder, back, arm, and thighs. Finally, he wiped some small cuts on his face, and that was it. A shitty job, as expected from a Grand Maester.
"Good to go, Ser Wylis."
Wylis really missed his student, Qyburn.
Better take care of it myself.
"Thank you, Grand Maester." Wylis rose up from the table and put on his tattered clothes again, still covered in blood. He didn't have any extra pairs since he didn't plan on staying in the Red Keep.
Still a little limping, Wylis walked out of the Pycelle's chamber feeling better.
"With me, Ser Wylis."
Ser Jaime was waiting for him outside, leaning against the wall.
"Looks like you're Her Grace's one and only Queensguard, unofficial or not. You'll be staying in Maegor's Keep, near her chambers. That way you're close… for whatever duties you're meant to perform," Jaime said, but his face showed hints of anger.
Wylis listened to the young knight and followed him through the many corridors of the massive Red Keep.
"Each night, after supper, if His Grace doesn't call on her, you'll lock the Queen's doors from the outside. Keep the keys. As for little Prince Viserys, he's not to stay with her at night. He's got his own room, and Kingsguard to keep him from wandering."
What kind of fucked up family has he built. Wylis wondered about the Mad King. Most of the pain and problems the man was experiencing were born from his own actions.
"At first light, you're to open Her Grace's door and let the handmaidens in—after you've searched them for blades or venom, of course. Then you trail after her anywhere she wants in the Red Keep. She mostly stays in Maegor's Holdfast and spends time with the Prince."
So she's pretty much a hostage? Then what am I? Also a hostage?
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