Wylis said nothing. He kept his eyes shut while holding her fragile frame. He knew she was bare entirely, but all he could think of was how many more wounds there were. He just wanted to tie her up and take her away from there. But that was no better than being Aerys, no matter his intentions.
He held her, the scent of her messy hair soothed him. As her wails slowly calmed, it calmed his own mind. He really didn't understand men like Aerys, Robert, and even Gregor Clegane. Abusing their wives or women in general simply because they could. Where was honor in that? Where was chivalry in that?
Yes, he was a scoundrel, too. But his intention was never to hurt a woman. Not even indirectly, through childbirth. He'd gone out of his way to recruit Qyburn for that. To him, women like Rhaella deserved nothing but peace and bliss for all they've suffered. That was the least they expected after giving their husbands a son. Of course, not all cases were the same, but abuse was never an option.
"I can understand you, Rhaella," he whispered back gently. He caressed her back with his hand, only the upper part, never hinting that he was taking advantage of her bare body. "You are bound by your duty. But I'm afraid I'm too selfish to look beyond the abuse you suffer."
"You are too kind to me, Wylis," she whispered into his ear.
"Kindness costs nothing."
"And yet… It's amongst the rarest things in this world." Rhaella pulled her face back, relaxing her arms around his neck. Sipping in a deep breath, she looked at his face directly and… smiled.
Wylis gulped, really feeling his heart skipping a few beats. She was already gorgeous, but when she smiled, revealing her pearl white teeth, she looked ethereal.
"It's a sin to hide that smile, Rhaella."
She smiled even more warmly at that and softly pressed her forehead against his. She lingered there for a moment, her eyes closed. "I… didn't know I had it in me anymore."
This is… Not good for my heart.
Wylis felt moved by her words. Just like a man's parental instincts. He felt some strange instincts to just snatch this woman, take her far away, and give her all the happiness in the world. It felt weird, but it was true.
Letting out a deep breath, he stopped caressing her back and gently placed both hands on her soft, curving waist. "You should hold onto it then. It can brighten a man's day."
"Your day?" She asked, pulling her face back again. Her soft, delicate hands now rubbed his face, as if imprinting his features into her memory. Her fingers traced his jaw, and her thumb traced just below his lower lip. Her eyes, those beautiful, violet orbs, focused there as well.
"Oh, for me. Just a look at your stunning face is enough," he declared.
Rhaella breathily chuckled. "You are perilous to my heart, Wylis."
"Want me to snatch you away?" He possessively hardened his grip on her deliriously soft waist.
"Umm…" Rhaella's eyes dried and revealed a beautiful shine that was never there before. Her fingers caressed his face more possessively. "You are… a womanizer, Ser Wylis."
Wylis chuckled. Her mature voice, her actions, her body, her beauty, and her scent. It started to affect him at last. He felt warmth in his body, but he was able to ignore it. He had come to say goodbye to her, not expecting anything.
"Wylis…" She cooed, her hands freezing on each side of his face.
"Rhaella?"
Her violet eyes moved and looked down at his perfect lips. "Wylis… will you make love to me?"
"..."
His jaw tightened, and without trying to, his brows creased. He really didn't want to be a man taking advantage of a vulnerable woman. Yes, he was charmed by her beauty, but that didn't mean it was an open invitation.
But something told him that she was certain about it. Her eyes were focused, resolute. And then they wavered.
"No, no…" She looked away, as if embarrassed. "Forget this. Just a broken woman's rambling. I'm scarred, worn, old, and…"
"Rhaella!" Wylis raised his voice, absolute. His single hand cradled her face from one side. With heated intent, he locked eyes. "You… are… beautiful."
And then he leaned in.
Not like a man claiming a prize; not like someone hungry to possess. He kissed her slowly, reverently. A breath of a kiss, barely there at first. His lips brushed hers with aching caution, testing, savoring, worshiping. A moment suspended in air. He closed his eyes as he felt her, the warmth of her mouth, the soft tremble of emotion beneath it, the faint sweetness of her breath, like summer berries and sorrow.
Her lips were velvety, full, carrying the memory of both youth and grief.
He could have lost himself right there.
But Rhaella… She didn't pull away.
She clung to him, her arms rising once more to loop around his thick neck, locking them in a fragile, precious hold. She kissed him back, with aching, unfiltered want. Not the lust of a tavern whore or the forced obedience of a royal consort, but a woman tasting tenderness for the first time.
Her lips parted first, uncertainly, and the kiss deepened, still gentle but wetter now, a sheen of heat forming between them. She tilted her head, the movement almost clumsy, hungry, as though learning to breathe again.
"Hmm.." A soft sound spilled from her throat. A hum, tender and yearning, her body warming.
Her legs moved.
From kneeling, she shifted forward, spreading her legs around him, sliding into his lap. The quilt fell further, exposing the full length of her pale form to him, but she didn't flinch. She didn't hide. She stretched her creamy legs around his waist, enveloping him in a gentle hold as her hips settled into his lap. Her bare underthighs pressed softly against his groin, her body warm, vulnerable—and so stunning he could barely breathe.
Wylis didn't move fast. His hands rested on her succulent, soft hips that filled his palms completely. She was plush there, womanly, with that faint give beneath his fingers that made him want to hold her tighter, sink into her. He lifted her just slightly, pulling her closer, until their foreheads nearly touched again. The kiss hadn't broken. Their lips lingered still, mouths brushing, mouths learning.
She was pale as moonlight, her skin glowing in the candlelit chamber. Not flawless like the young maids, but ripened, lived-in, real. Her breasts, full and naturally heavy, pressed against his chest with a smothering bounce, their softness spreading under the muscle of his torso. They were still firm in their own right, generous, with the faintest sag that only made her seem more real… More woman.
Her belly had a slight plush, a gentle swell that pressed against his lower abdomen when she breathed in, and again when she sighed against his lips. He felt it, that quiet pressure, and he adored it. A body shaped by motherhood, by time, by strength and sacrifice. Her thighs curled around him, creamy and thick with a regal shape, their cool skin warming against the heat of his sides.
"Mmh…" Rhaella broke the kiss then and admired his face, all smiles. Her violent, drunken eyes seemed to smile as well. She could feel his racing heartbeat as her shapely breasts pressed into his chest. "That was… my first ever kiss, Wylis. Thank you for making it magical."
"First?" He asked, shocked, brows high. It seemed impossible. She was a married woman. But again, not a happily married one.
"Shh…" Rhaella's breath was soft as a breeze when she raised her hand again and laid a single finger across his lips. Her skin trembled faintly against him, but her eyes held steady, bold now, bolder than he'd ever seen them.
She could feel him. That massive bulge pulsing beneath her, thick and firm, trapped beneath his trousers but growing harder with every moment her soft body shifted in his lap. Her bare entrance hovered just over it, and already she could feel the way her own heat seeped to the fabric.
"Wylis," she whispered, "Make love to me. Not distract me… not to silence the pain. But to remind me I'm still a woman. As if I'm the only woman left in this broken world. Like I'm still worth… being cherished."
A shaky breath passed her lips. "Erase him. Just for tonight. Not with anger… not with force. With you."
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