"Haaaah…" Wylis let out a big yawn as he got up from the tiny, creaking bed.
The sheets were soaked, filthy, and smelling of sex. But the woman who had drained him dry wasn't there anymore.
After an hour or two, Ashara had woken up, gotten dressed, and left his small bedchamber. He acted like he was sleeping, saving her from embarrassment. But then she leaned towards him and left a soft peck on his lips before leaving.
It made him question what he was doing. But he found solace in the fact that he didn't put a babe in her. Ashara still had a future left, and if possible, he was going to ensure she didn't do something foolish like jumping off a cliff.
"Time to report for duty." Wylis annoyedly wiped his face with some water, the candlelight nearby flickering, nearing its end. The sun hadn't risen, but his duty had begun.
I didn't risk my neck to be called "Ser" just to end up babysitting doors like a glorified sellsword.
Finally, he wore the provided set of clean clothes. A light, cream-colored tunic, breeches, and then a vest over it. Since he wasn't really a Kingsguard, nor a Gold Cloak, he had no reason to wear elaborate armor. Heck, even the tunic given to him was short, so he had to leave buttons open over his chest; the same applied to the vest. He also tore the sleeves so he could fold them up to his elbow.
Giving himself some final touches, he wet his hair and pushed it back over his scalp, highlighting his features and that chiseled jaw more. Too bad, there was no mirror to appreciate his own beauty.
Without a sword, he left the room and went upstairs. As expected, Jaime and Ser Jonothor Darry were already outside the Queen's locked bedchamber. Their eyes looked dull, tired from the night-long duty. They didn't stand there the entire night, but rather patrolled various parts of the Red Keep.
"Ser Jaime."
Jaime tiredly nodded and presented a set of two keys. "Gods be good, Ser Wylis. I was about to send a raven to wake you."
Wylis gave a dry chuckle as he took the keys. "Best you didn't. I'd have made a fine meal of it."
Laughing, Jaime bid farewell and left with Ser Jonothor. After that, Wylis stood in front of the locked door like a wall in human form. His head almost reached the top of the doorframe, and although it was a double door, he covered three-fourths of it by just standing there.
Now I wait.
Wylis sighed, reminiscing about the old days—fights, drink, and a warm body afterward.
What a boring job. What's so exciting about a Kingsguard? You're just a fucking uncastrated eunuch soldier.
He yawned too many times, thought of poems in his head, and at times, Lyanna. By now, he had come to a conclusion. He wanted her, and he wanted to keep her forever. It was hard to find loyal friends you could be yourself with, banter around, and… sweat in bed together. Lyanna was everything in one package.
As time went by, the various windows in the corridor started to reveal some morning sunlight. Moments later, it was all bright. Occasionally, he saw some patrolling Kingsguards, different ones as the shift had likely changed.
And at last, he saw four modestly dressed women walk towards him. They were maids, clear by their attire. One held a filled bucket, one held a covered tray, one held a box, and another held various pieces of dusting and cleaning equipment.
"Ser Wylis."
The four women bowed their heads to him. But unlike most, they didn't shake in fear or cower at all. It seemed his reputation had increased vastly.
"To prepare Her Grace for the day?" He asked and nonchalantly stepped forward. "I'm to check each of you. Don't mind the touching, I mean no disrespect."
Acting like a noble, kind knight was the easiest way to win women. Especially lowborn women. So, he did just that. Besides, even if his size overwhelmed them, he had a pretty handsome face to focus on.
Fuck! When will I get to eat some breakfast?
Wylis looked at the covered tray by lifting the lid. It had various dishes, but he realized they were so unplanned and unbalanced as a diet. It was mostly fruits, and most of them were citrus fruits. Then there was some bread. No milk, surprisingly.
Come to think of it, I've not seen a proper man or woman drink milk other than me.
Nonetheless, he checked the wooden box. It contained some makeup equipment. Then he checked the bucket of water, and then the dusting and cleaning equipment. At last, he asked them if he should pat their gowns to ensure they carried nothing hidden.
"Please do." One of the women chirped right away, too excited for someone about to be groped by a man.
She's liking this, isn't she?
Ignoring that, he patted down all four women while they giggled and eyed him like a manwhore, which he strived to be in truth. But he had no lustful intentions towards the four women, although they looked rather good, with pretty hips and busty tits, faces ranging from average to delightful, either brown haired or black, one red.
He was pretty sure they had someone in the massive Red Keep keeping them happy at night. There were, after all, too many men with needs in there.
But he didn't. His needs were too demanding, needing at least nine months from a woman.
"You may enter." He unlocked the Queen's bedchamber and allowed the four maids to walk inside. He didn't, he wasn't allowed to, and stood outside, guarding as usual.
Time passed, and he started to feel annoyed. Women took too long to get ready for their day. But again, she was the Queen and likely needed some extra care.
Wait, if she's eating inside, when do I get to eat?
"Ehm… Ser?"
Right then, he heard the voice of one of the maids. He quickly stepped aside and opened the two doors. The four maids came out with items they had taken inside. And right behind them, the Queen followed.
Wylis wasn't standing far away; he was right on the side of the doorframe, looming there like an extra wall.
And when the Queen came out, he froze, and so did she, it seemed.
She was tall, but not as tall as Ashara. He looked down at her beautiful face. He wasn't really expecting her to be that stunning. Knowing her history with lost pregnancies and stillbirths, he reckoned she'd be in a physical mess.
But that wasn't the case at all. Her skin was pale as snow, her build slender yet full with perfect curves and swells in the right places. Her hair was silver-ish grey, and her eyes were beautiful deep violet, but with an ever-present hint of melancholy in them.
Gold bracelets on her wrists, necklace around her pale neck, earrings, and that crown-like golden thing on her head with purple gems. Her hair was done elegantly, silky, tied in a single thick, but loose braid using multiple golden ribbons. And her attire was a white and purple regal gown, a wide V-neckline. Nothing extravagant, but with its own charm.
He was taken aback by her striking face.
And as Rhaella looked up at the massive man, her eyes wandered all over him. His chest revealed through the unbuttoned tunic and vest, his forearms revealed thick, solid, long muscles, and his face, decorated with his brown, neck-length hair, his face exuded charm far exceeding what she had in mind. His blue eyes looked intelligent to her, and his smile was warm and welcoming.
For a long, long moment, Wylis didn't say anything, nor did Rhaella. They just silently looked at each other, as if drinking in the view. There was hardly any distance between them, less than an arm's length.
She smells amazing. Wylis felt her noble perfumes. But then he remembered her little parchment sent to him last night. And she heard me rearrange Ashara's insides.
"Ser Wylis."
At last, Queen Rhaella moved. She showed no hint of expression, no blush, no smiles, just a stoic face. But something had surely happened. She raised her right hand towards him.
Wylis, knowing exactly what to do, bowed and gently held her extended hand, and landed a velvety, quick kiss like a noble should. It wasn't supposed to be flirty or sexual, but a mere ritual to show subservience. But Wylis felt differently.
Her warm skin. It was quick, but he felt it. Her hand shivered when he kissed it. But maids were still there, so he had to maintain professionalism.
"Your Grace, I'm yours to command now. I'll keep to your side and see no harm finds its way to you."
Queen Rhaella nodded, acknowledging him, and turned around to walk.
Come on, Queen. Smile a little.
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