In mere moments, the three famed knights died. Wylis felt that his way of killing them was dirty. But he couldn't afford wounds or deep scars that early in the rebellion. He had people depending on him, especially Lyanna.
Finally, he stepped away from the three corpses and kicked the dirt while moving his arms in simple gestures. Earthbending on a smaller scale had become easy now, ever since he dug that tunnel.
He created three deep, human-sized graves right there and buried the three Kingsguards along with their swords. He removed every sign of blood as well. And then, he also killed the three horses, giving them an instant death. He buried them, effectively making the three Kingsguards akin to ghosts.
Not a soul would ever know what happened. At the same time, if Arthur's death was the reason why Ashara jumped off that cliff, the hope of the man being somewhere out there would expectantly keep her alive. Alive until he'd get the chance to take her away if he could.
Then Wylis waved towards the distant mountain. In response, he received some flickering light reflections. Finally, he took out the chipped piece of armor and threw it on the ground, and then the dirty piece of yellow cloth with markings of black dogs. Only one was visible; the second was half-ripped.
With Qyburn notified, he walked towards the tower. It was a simple-looking one, like a rook on a chessboard, but with a conical roof in this case. The door was also simple, made of wood with barely any protection. It was like a lighthouse.
Bam!
He kicked the door open. Expectantly, they must have heard the commotion outside. He found nobody on the ground floor. So, holding his sword in front of himself, he went up the spiral staircase.
Once again, the second floor was empty. So, he continued up to reach the final floor, and sure enough, the wooden door there was locked.
Bam!
A single kick, and the hinges gave up. The wooden door fell flat into the large, round chamber.
"Haaaaaa~"
Wylis instinctively backstepped and avoided the old Septa from slashing him with a knife. The same couldn't be said about her when Wylis shoved his blade through her chest cleanly, in from her front, out from her back.
"W-WYLIS?!"
His head snapped towards that known voice. That beautiful, tired face, that dark hair, that slim frame. His feet moved on their own towards the bed, his heart beating a little faster. Under that strong exterior, he worried a lot for her. His first friend in that world, his closest companion, his partner in banter, and… his lover, mother of his child. She meant a lot to him, and time had made him understand that.
"Lyanna…" he whispered her name.
"Wylis!" Lyanna wept loudly, tears dripping down her cheeks. She sat up with a rush and tried to jump out of bed. But then…
Clank!
She fell back onto her bed. Her left wrist was chained to the headboard, keeping her from even getting out of bed.
Wylis's eyes burned with fury. He marched straight to the Maester and drove his blade into the man's gut, killing him slowly. "You, Septa! Release her hand—No! Wait! You could be hiding a knife. Remove them, all your clothes—Now!"
The woman not only rushed to take off her garb, but also wet herself while doing that. She shivered, crying with a wrinkled face. But Wylis kept shouting at her, threatening her until she climbed on the bed from the other side and unlocked the cuffs.
Lyanna got out of bed right away and impatiently jumped into Wylis' arms. She jumped high despite her body's state and wrapped her arms around his neck, practically dangling there until Wylis embraced her back, his big arms around her, lifting her with one hand under her bottom, the other rubbing her back.
She sniffled into his shoulder, rubbing her face there. Her hands rubbed on his chainmail. "I didn't want this. I just wanted to… I left Winterfell to reach you… I… They found me and…"
"Shh…" Wylis patted her back, holding her in his arms. But as he was doing that, he turned on his feet and noticed the Septa was trying to escape.
Thud!
With half a swing of his hand, a stone flew and slammed into the Septa's head, knocking the woman out. With that, he returned to comforting Lyanna. Holding her slim frame brought back so many memories and emotions. He carried her weight easily towards the nearby table and gently allowed her to sit there, while he stayed standing right in front of her.
"I know. That's why I came for you, Lyanna," he said, voice steady, eyes locked on hers. His rough palm cupped her cheek, covering it like a wide shield. "They're dead—and Rhaegar won't be far behind."
That only made Lyanna cry harder. That long journey, her pleading cries falling on deaf ears. All that had taken a toll on her mind. She felt hopeless, that nobody even knew what had happened to her. She felt scared that Wylis would never learn about her fate. She had never felt so scared in her life before. Especially in that vulnerable state.
She leaned her head into his hard belly and wrapped her arms around him as much as she could. "I was so sure it was the end… I kept thinking—gods, I wouldn't get to say goodbye. To you. That was the scariest part—"
She cried, she choked up, and rambled about all her trauma. He stood there, caressing her raven hair, giving her the warmth she needed the most. He was patient and let her digest the relief at her own pace.
After some time passed, she finally sat back normally and looked up at his face. She received a warm, caring smile in return, and his two big hands caressed each side of her face, his thumbs wiping the trails of her tears.
But then Lyanna's eyes widened. Her hands caressed her belly without realizing. Then, amplifying her panic, Wylis also caressed her visibly pregnant belly.
"W-Wylis…" She stuttered heavily, fear visible. "I… It's yo—"
"Let's get married, Lyanna."
"..."
She froze, speechless, her grey eyes grew wide. She gulped, felt warm throughout her body, especially from that hand caressing her face. She gulped more when his hand caressed her belly. She gulped again when his words truly settled into her head.
"W-What?"
"I know the child is mine, Lyanna. And I'm damn glad it's you who's carrying it." Wylis poured all the affection he could into his words. His desire for her, his greed for this woman. He felt like a dragon possessive of his treasure. "That night, when we made love, when you said you loved me, it changed everything. I feel the same, Lyanna—I should've taken you away right then and there. Should've never let you return to that cold castle, I—"
"Wylis, I hate you."
"..."
"For being so fucking tall that I can't bloody kiss you."
"..."
Brows furrowed, and then relaxed, Wylis froze for a second. But then he realized he was indeed standing there like a wall, and she wasn't really in the state to jump. But still too slow, he felt her punch on his chest.
"Kiss me now, dammit!"
"Ah, fuck!" Wylis quickly leaned down, placed both his palms flat on the table beside her hips, and just leaned his face into her. He let her hold onto his face and guide him to her lips. He felt her passion, her desire, and… her love.
It was a slow kiss but filled with zeal. She rammed her warm lips onto his, locking and then pivoting her face to kiss him from each direction. She drank him, and he drank her. Their tongues slithered out into each other's mouths naturally, and they accepted that warmth even more.
"Mmmm…" Lyanna moaned into his lips, her breath getting rough.
And when they both felt each other's taste linger, they finally stopped kissing. Both were afraid it'd be hard to stop if they really went all the way.
"So…" Wylis murmured. "You're willing?"
"What?" Lyanna frowned. "Marriage? Yes, gods, yes! And don't speak to me of status, Wylis. I gave you my maidenhead when you were nothing but a stable boy. You plowed me like a fucking stallion in heat—I knew then what I know now—I love you. I'd marry you a thousand times over."
Against that passionate, blunt confession, Wylis felt overwhelmed. Not by love, he loved her too. But by guilt. He felt scared and worried. How could he tell her about his other affairs? The other women. The bastards that were growing in wombs. The bastards that he had to sire continuously in the years to come. What wife would happily let her husband bed women throughout the realm and sire bastards?
Fuck! I… I'll tell her before we exchange vows. Hiding will just make it a bigger mess.
Ting!
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