Brandon Stark was far from foolish and impulsive, as many made him out to be. He was being trained by his father to assume lordship in the future and run Winterfell while looking after the entire North. He was as well-versed in politics as much as blade, though he preferred the latter.
So, after he was saved by Wylis and found out about the rebellion's victory, he had some things to consider. Having spent a year in the black cells was enough time to ponder over many things, or else, he'd have gone insane.
He'd seen his father die in Wildfire, so there was no doubt Winterfell would need a new lord. Since he was captured, he also knew that Ned was next in line. A little more pondering, he also foresaw Ned marrying Catelyn. He didn't feel anger since he and Catelyn barely knew each other. Though there sure was some envy because she was truly one beautiful woman with… he had to say, delectable tits.
As everyone around him stayed busy, and he had time to decide his future, he made the decision to give up Winterfell. It was an annoying burden he didn't want to hold, and with Ned already settled in his role as the next lord, it was wrong to set him aside, not to mention Catelyn would be demoted in her rank.
"Fucking joking, aren't you?"
"Saw it with my own eyes. There's something… otherworldly about Lord Wylis. He… when he battles, it's as if the Gods watch over him. The knights and men alike tripped around him like fools, some falling on his blade. Horses froze in their tracks. He owned the entire battlefield like his garden, there to harvest the royalists."
Brandon stayed behind in the Red Keep while Wylis left. He heard Jory Cassel summarise the entire rebellion to him.
"Within the first few moments of the battle, he had already slain Ser Jonothor Darry and Prince Lewyn Martell. His Grace had a fever, so he was taken away, and Lord Arryn and Lord Tully advised a retreat, but Lord Wylis insisted on continuing. I was there when he asked Lord Stark to watch his back and keep Barristan away, and leave the Prince to him. The rest is history…"
Fascinated and perhaps enchanted by the story, Brandon listened to everything. From the first battle in the South where Wylis first appeared and saved Robert and killed Lord Tarly, to the Battle of the Bells, the skirmishes, and the final battle, and then saving King's Landing by ending the King.
When considering the entire rebellion, Brandon came to the immediate conclusion that if there hadn't been Wylis, they'd have lost to the Mad King. Wylis had won every single fucking battle; he dominated each one, killed so many landed knights, men who were legends of their time, knights of noble houses.
And then there was the claim that he was favored by the Gods. That might just be the case, Brandon thought. The man seemed to be at the right place at the right time more often than not, able to get out of dangerous situations.
And all he asked for was a fucking castle that nobody wanted.
To Brandon, from the beginning, Wylis was never a squire, more like a brother. He saw the potential his father didn't, and he felt the giant was underestimated. It annoyed him more as he felt Wylis deserved more rewards. A better castle, better lands, not just a shithole.
And that was when he decided to head to Wylis. If nothing else, he wanted to meet Lyanna, whom he knew for some time to be in love with Wylis. And also, he hoped to help the young upstart Lord settle into his role.
All that led to the incident.
He finally got to see Lyanna… just not in the way he hoped for.
"Get out!"
"Aye, I shall, my Lord."
He left the bedchamber right away, honestly embarrassed, and aware Lyanna was going to curse the living shit out of him.
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Wylis was annoyed, as was his wife. So, he chose to let Brandon wait.
He ordered the maids to prepare a warm bath for him, which soon was made ready in his bedchamber, the large wooden tub filled with steaming water. He led Lyanna into it and relaxed with her, calming his nerves.
While Brandon hadn't seen anything, the mere thought was infuriating for Lyanna. She cursed nonstop while leaning her back against his chest.
"Calm down." He said, gently massaging her temples with his big fingers. "Brandon's boldness is no new tale."
"Aren't you the least bit afraid? He knows I'm here."
"He has long known of us," Wylis replied, catching the sharpness of her surprise as she straightened, turning to glance behind.
"What? How?"
"I can't say how he knew, only that he did. Maybe the way we looked at each other. But he shares the sentiment. He won't try to drag you to Robert. And even if someone did, I'd sooner kill them all before they lay a hand on you."
Lyanna fully turned and knelt to bring her face to his level. Grinning wide, mischief bright in her gaze. "Ha! That's exactly what my man would do. Gods, I do pick well."
His hands gripped her ass, drawing her close. "Robert is my friend, and I'd not raise steel against him. But if it came to choosing, I'd choose you before the Crown. As for Brandon, he seems to genuinely want to see you."
She laughed against his lips, pressing herself close and dripping over him. "Oh, I truly struck gold, didn't I? Found my diamond in the rough and clung tight, and now he sparkles for me–ah!"
Wylis gave her ass a playful slap and laughed low. He rose, drawing Lyanna up with him. His length pressed hot against her belly, hard as steel. "This diamond carries a sword to match."
Her hand quickly gripped him, giggling as she rubbed. "Gods, I'd rather stay tangled up with you here all day. Why did he have to come knocking now, of all times? Let's be done with it fast, then it's just you and me again."
It appeared his wife was more insatiable than him, which Wylis honestly didn't mind.
Soon enough, both of them go dressed modestly. Lyanna also tidied their son, changed his clothes, and brought him along to see Brandon.
It was a separate, much smaller hall for greeting guests in the castle, since the Great Hall was just too much. The small hall had a couple of soft lounges, carpets, some wall decorations, and tables to write on, or some tables with jars of water and some cups. A hearth was already lit there, as it usually was at most times of the day.
"There you are!"
Wylis watched Brandon jump from his seat and run up to Lyanna and embrace her. He didn't mind the baby she was holding and just hugged them both together. For him, it had been almost two years since he last saw her.
"Thank the Gods," Brandon burst out, voice cracking. "I near went mad in that damned hole, tearing at the walls, thinking you gone. I had faith in our big giant, but… You're well, that's all that matters."
Finally, as Brandon broke the embrace, he stared at the large baby boy, his eyes sharp; hair that matched Wylis, and even his face showed the signs. The boy was beautiful. "And this must be my nephew? Gods, he's a heavy one… I pity you, my sister."
Lyanna chuckled and let Brandon hold the baby. "Oh, it was hell."
"And he's handsome."
"Wait until you meet Arthria. She'll outshine every maiden in the Seven Kingdoms," Lyanna added.
"Arthria? You've got another child?"
"Oh, no. That's with Ashara. Gods, you don't know, do you? Wylis is a lively sort, and he's got a daughter with her. Ashara and I were hiding in Oldtown, both of us. I was there when the babe came."
"..."
Brandon stared at Wylis.
"..."
Wylis stared back, unable to think what to say. To Lyanna, it all made sense as she knew about his abilities and need to sire children. But to everyone else, it looked like he was just another Walder Frey in the making, a thought Wylis felt disgusted by.
"I… And I heard about there being another?" Brandon asked, eyeing Wylis. "Heard that she came to the battle camp with a boy in her arms?"
Wylis chose to explain that. "That's Wenda the White Fawn, from the Kingswood Brotherhood. I crossed paths with her on the bandit hunt, and… well, one thing led to another. Looks like she may gift me another child before long."
"Really?" Lyanna exclaimed.
Brandon frowned, doubting his sister's sanity as she looked so delighted with another bastard sired.
"A-Are you two wed?"
To that, Wylis walked to Lyanna's side and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Like I could keep her waiting. She knew my heart, as I knew hers, and once the little quarrels were set aside, nothing could stand between us."
What followed was a quick kiss between them, which Brandon snarled at. While there was nothing wrong, seeing his sister do that was just… annoying.
"Alright, alright, keep your bloody trousers laced. I'll not press you so long as Lyanna smiles. Gods, I always wanted the two of you bound together. I even tried swaying Father, but his eyes were fixed on his southern ambitions."
"Brandon…" Lyanna took Magnus back in arms and tensely voiced. "You must keep this quiet. To others, I am Ellyn now. Only in private may you call me Lyanna. If Robert learns of it, he will do something rash."
"I know. I never wanted Robert for you. You barely knew him, and still he clung like a madman. He was blinded by his own obsession, filled with lust, and saw you like some promised prize he had already won. He's a brute, quick to his fists and slow to his wits. Wylis, now, he has both wit and strength. Don't worry, I'm not Ned, you're safe here."
Hearing him being so caring about her, Lyanna hugged him again, more emotional this time. She always knew Brandon cared for her the most; he was just too much of an ass to show it. "Thank you."
"Fine, fine. Should he catch you, Wylis and I'll stir up a fresh rebellion. I missed the last one."
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