Wylis eyed the Queen and noticed her shoulders flinch a little. Clearly, no mother would be happy seeing her son act bratty and nasty in public.
Rhaenys pouted, her eyes tearful. But she didn't complain when Wylis lowered her to the floor.
Seeing that, Wylis whispered to her. "Don't worry, we'll play again."
She smiled again and stepped away excitedly.
Right after, Viserys stepped forward proudly, a sneer marring his face.
"Raise your arms sideways, my Prin—"
"Silence, you brute. I know what to do."
"..."
No, Wylis, you can't. You just became a knight… keep calm. You can handle this.
Wylis told himself, took deep breaths, and lifted the boy into the air.
The issue was that Wylis wasn't used to getting cursed and mistreated like that. He used to be amongst the richest and most powerful men in his past world. Even in Westeros, he usually talked back when someone tried to shit on him.
But he couldn't do that to the King because the man was out of his mind. He couldn't do that to Viserys because the boy was, well… a little boy.
"Faster! Dragons fly faster, you brute!"
Viserys wasn't even laughing or enjoying it. He was just flailing his arms and sneering at the air. Acting proud and mighty.
No, Wylis. You can't just chuck him out of the damn window.
He really wanted to do that. Let the boy try flying himself.
For a while, he kept the prince raised high. He walked around and shook his arms for the experience. But he wasn't really into it and did a sloppy job. Instead of a smooth ride, he jolted the boy roughly.
"W-What are you doing?" Viserys sneered.
"A storm, my Prince. The dragon is passing through a storm."
"Oh! A storm is no match for a dragon." Viserys bought the bullshit and focused on flying.
Wylis really gave the boy some heavy jolts. Not now, but he'd have back pain in the future.
Time passed, and at last, Viserys ran out of steam. He demanded to be lowered, and Wylis did so.
"That was thrilling!" Viserys declared proudly. "From this day on, you shall be my steed, brute. You ought to feel honored."
That's crossing a line.
Viserys ran away after that, headed towards the table, likely to grab something to eat.
Fuck morals!
Wylis didn't do much, just made the stone on the floor protrude out slightly. Right in front of Viserys's feet.
"Ah!"
The boy prince stumbled forward and, just as expected, smashed his head into the wooden table's edge.
"Aaaaargh! Aaaaaaaa!"
Viserys screeched like a banshee and fell to the floor, holding his nose. It started to bleed soon after.
Hearing the commotion, the two Kingsguards outside came running inside. They hurriedly grabbed the prince and checked his nose.
"Not broken."
"Grand Maestery… take him to the Grand Maester!" Princess Elia ordered before Rhaella could say anything.
Wylis was prepared to follow Rhaella out of there. But surprisingly, the Queen stayed seated while the Kingsguard took the boy away. Heck, Queen Rhaella was still drinking whatever was in her cup.
I guess I'm not the only one fed up with the boy.
Seeing the commotion end, Wylis crouched down and eyed Rhaenys, quietly playing on the side with some wooden toys. He gestured with his brows and stretched his arms towards her.
The girl understood the meaning and ran towards him while giggling without end.
"Yeaaaaaay~"
Once again, she was in the air, flying like a dragon. A happy one this time.
Once again, peace returned, calm breeze, women talking, Rhaenys' giggles, and for the ladies, a muscled giant to feast their eyes upon.
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The Great Sept of Baelor,
The King rarely left the Red Keep. But that day, he had a reason to do so. He wasn't a religious man, not at all, when it came to the Faith of the Seven. No, he rather believed in the Valyrian traditions and gods.
But still, he needed the confidence of the High Septon for his great plans.
"Tell me, High Septon... whisper it. The preparations—they're done, yes? Say they are. The giant—my swollen fruit of fire and blood—he ripens, doesn't he? Just one more year… one more year and he'll glow beautifully in the ritual."
The High Septon nodded, keeping his head lowered constantly. The King stenched, and looking at his face was intimidating. His massive, unkempt beard and hair, his long nails, and those mad eyes. Everyone avoided looking into them.
"They are near readiness, Your Grace. The chalices have been prepared, as the rites instruct. Yet… forgive me, I have never led such a ritual. It lies… outside the customs of the Faith."
"Yes, yes, perhaps it is madness to you—but to your king, it's a need! Haha! Soon now, soon... it shall be mine! My glorious champion's strength, coursing through me! As it was meant! Prepare, High Septon. I smell treachery in the wind. They whisper in corners—we must act first."
The High Septon gulped and bowed.
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"I'm getting the fuck out of here."
Wylis shut his room's door and tossed the keys of the Queen's bedchamber on the table. It was night already, late now, and he was ready to start digging his way out.
He removed all his clothes, and got butt naked since he had no other pair. And then, he crawled on the stone floor and felt it with his wide palms. He was one floor above the ground floor, and above him was the Queen's bedchamber.
He'd surveyed the ground floor earlier, and right under his little room was supposed to be the Queen's Ballroom. It wasn't being used for anything at the moment, nor had there been any gathering scheduled.
The plan was to first reach the ground floor and then keep digging. Since Maegor's Holdfast was surrounded by a dry moat, he couldn't just walk out. During the day, he was too busy to dig anywhere else.
So, he was going to dig down, go deeper into the four floors of the jails. Then, perhaps from the third level, dig west and emerge inside the Godswood. From there, he'd have plenty of space to dig more and directly enter the city.
Let's begin.
He started not from the middle of his room, but from beside the wall, where the tiny window was. He didn't want to make too much noise, so instead of pulling out the stones like telekinesis, he placed both hands on the big block of stone.
Grrr~
He channeled his focus into Earthbending. He'd trained for it enough, but digging that big of a tunnel was a litmus test for him.
Grrrr~
The stones started to shake, and in time, came loose.
Got them!
He used his bare hands to lift the stones up and put them aside. Then he pulled more stones, and then more. In no time, he had a pretty sizable hole in the floor, a tight squeeze for him, but he could cross into the Ballroom.
It's pretty dark.
Ready with a plan, he used Earthbending to create a sort of ladder for himself right against the wall, going down. A place to put his toes in, and climbing holds for him to hold onto.
Then, he squeezed his lower half through the hole first and placed his toes into the right place.
But just as he was ready to push the rest of himself down, he heard a familiar sound.
Pang! Pang!
"Hm?"
He looked up with a frown. The metallic sound was coming from the pipe connected to the Queen's chamber above.
Wooosh!
A rolled parchment fell out of the pipe soon after.
At that point, Wylis looked like an earthworm with half his body under the ground and half above. Too lazy to move, he chose not to come out and just unrolled the paper as it fell close to him anyway.
[I hope Viserys' words did not wound you, Ser Wylis. He is not impatient by nature—only young, and shaped by hands not mine. The boy still has a heart, though it's been pulled in too many directions. I pray you see that, Ser Wylis.]
Why is she apologizing?
Well, it wasn't an apology, but it felt like one. A queen wasn't going to say sorry, after all.
It felt awkward. He didn't know what to say to the Queen. How to even respond to her.
Wait…
With an idea in mind, he pulled himself out of the floor, butt-naked, and tore a piece of paper from a small stack meant to be used for writing letters.
Then, he wrote using a thin-tipped quill.
[Worry not, Your Grace. If I let small things rattle me, I'd never have made it past mucking out stables. Folks mocked my size most of my life, but it is only now that they gawk in awe. Rest easy, nothing shall affect my duty.]
Then, he grabbed a tiny stone, crumpled the paper around it, and shoved it into the pipe. Being pretty good at maneuvering small stones by now, he easily sent it up the pipe. It didn't matter what the Queen would think.
"Alright, back to digging."
Ting! Ting!
Just as he went to the hole, he received another rolled paper from the Queen.
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