Great Hall, Ramsgate,
Robert was truly enjoying himself. He took a bath with Wylis and Jon in the hot spring, and when night fell, it was finally time for the feast.
The entire castle and the town lit up with lanterns and torches that Wylis had designed. The castle alone was a sight to behold, with decorations everywhere. The feast itself was limited as only Wylis, some of his men, and Robert's entourage were to attend it. No other noble had been invited.
It was a scale Wylis could control fully.
Huh. Like moth to a flame.
In his seat beside Robert, Wylis looked at the map in Tyrant's Fief feature. There were many blue dots, denoting allies. But there were also more red dots than before, signaling enemies. They were all outside the castle, at least.
"Seven hells! What is this?!" Robert roared, sipping a cup of Honeyed Mead Sour, a cocktail Wylis had made for the occasion. It had lemon juice and honey in it. There was also an Applejack-style punch.
On top of that, each cocktail was served chilled with ice. It was a taste of what Wylis wanted to spread all across Westeros, at least as far as he could reach.
"There are a few more surprises, Robert," Wylis said, pushing another cup towards the King beside him.
What he knew about Robert was that he loved food, fucking, and fighting. He couldn't provide fucking in that castle, but he could fight him later, and move him with food right now.
Already, Robert was half-drunk, enjoying the moment. There were also a few bards who were playing smooth music, without any singing. The ceiling was lit with lanterns of various shapes. It was beautiful.
Tyrant's Squire probably won't be satisfied with just this.
Wylis still had plans. One last feast at the end of Robert's visit that would exceed any other. That there was still time for that.
"Your Grace. My lord."
At last, the cooks arrived holding covered trays. In no time, the table Wylis sat at got covered with food. Once the servants lifted the lids, Robert gawked.
"What is this?"
Wylis grabbed a piece, showing how to eat. "Take a bite, Robert. Don't be a wus."
"What did you say?!" Robert scoffed and snatched the piece from Wylis' hand itself and gave it a bite.
Crunch!
Hah! They all react the same.
Robert's eyes were wide, his body frozen. Then he gave another bite, and more crunches followed. Then more, and more, and before long, only the bone was left.
"That, my King, is called crispy fried chicken."
Crunch!
Crunch!
Right then, all the others took a bite. And it wasn't just limited to that table. The same type of chicken was served to everyone in the hall.
Ting!
Huh? That's an achievement?
[Hidden Quest Completed - Foodgasm!
Description - Create history with a new food recipe.
Goal - Teach Westeros the miracle of the crispy fried chicken.
Reward - Super Chicken Farmer Skill]
What's that?
He quickly tapped on the name of the skill.
[Super Chicken Farmer Skill - 5 Years
Description - Tell which hen and rooster is superior in the flock with a single glance.]
That… is pretty good.
He quickly thought of what would happen if he only selected the best hens and roosters and fertilised eggs. After a few generations, wouldn't he have the biggest chickens in the world and hens that give the biggest eggs?
"That one's called onion rings." Wylis pointed at what Robert was eating next. "Do this. Dip it in this sauce."
One after another, Robert ate everything. Honey-glazed ribs, apple fritters, donuts. There were also crispy pork cutlets. He also introduced garlic cheese bread. Too bad he didn't have potatoes, rice, and tomatoes; he could have made so much more.
And there were no more hidden quests either.
But still, what he'd shown was plenty.
"Seven hells! I bloody knew coming to see you wouldn't be a dull chore. There's always some amusement following you about," Robert roared, too piss-drunk to even sit upright.
Wylis entertained him, his eyes focused on the men before him, making sure nobody was plotting any trouble. It was getting late at night, and everyone was drunk.
Right then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed something annoying and interesting. Ser Boros Blount, the Kingsguard, had also sat down. The ugly, fat bastard looked drunk, laughing, and annoying Small Paul, who was just busy eating his fill alone.
Why even bring filth like this along?
"Ser Barristan." Wylis turned in his seat to the Kingsguard behind Robert's chair. "It seems Ser Blount has had enough. Send him off. If he makes a mess in my castle, I won't care if he wears white or thinks himself Aegon returned."
"Blount? Where's that fat fuck?" Robert barked, burps included. "That whoring drunkard!"
"..."
Wylis silently stared at Robert. The irony in the King's words.
"Robert, you should rest now. I'll need you standing come morning if you mean to spar with me."
Thud!
Robert slammed the cup of his finished cocktail and rose to his feet, nearly collapsing if not for Wylis' support.
"Gods be damned! Near forgot that. Aye, can't be piss drunk against you. I'll have yerr… ass eat dirt come morning… Wylis…"
As Robert started slurring his words, Wylis dragged him away to the prepared bedchamber. The entire way, Robert rambled about how much fun he was having, and how much he missed being around him, Eddard, and Brandon.
Clearly, being the King was proving much more boring than Robert had expected.
"Wylis… my brother…"
Wylis put Robert on the bed while Ser Barristan helped with the quilt.
"My brother… those were… the day-zzz… Seven hells…"
"..."
But the days have changed, my friend.
Wylis sighed and left, leaving Ser Barristan to stand guard outside.
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After guiding drunk Robert to his bedchamber, Wylis threw all the unwelcome guests out. He only allowed the Kingsguards, Robert, Jon, and Lysa to remain in his castle. Being who he was, with his fame and overbearing size, nobody challenged his decision.
Finally, he guided Anna to the basement. He secretly used Earthbending, making it seem like the stone wall before them was a secret door. Then he led her inside to rest for the night. Anna was, after all, a mother. It was cruel to keep her away from Alric and Alden. Moreover, Lyanna would kill him if he kept Magnus away from her for too long.
At last, he locked all of them in the underground chamber and returned upstairs to sleep in his own bedchamber. Already, he knew who was going to visit him, and he was prepared for that.
Can't be helped at this point.
If Lysa wanted another babe, now was the right time to give her one, as Jon was also in the castle. This would ensure nobody would question the birth.
He removed his coat and tunic, sitting half-naked in his room, waiting.
Knock! Knock!
Here she comes.
He opened a slit in the doorframe and looked outside. As expected, there she stood, biting her lips, nervous, eyes blown, legs rubbing. It would be a lie to say she didn't look good. Childbirth had framed her body more curvy, tits heavy, hips wide, and face deliciously full.
Her untied hair was combed that night, draping over her shoulders. Green earrings hung on her ear, and her silky, deep red gown seemed too luxurious for the occasion. An off-the-shoulder, full-sleeved gown. It seemed smaller for her size as half of her tits overflowed from the top, and it clung to her hips so tightly it seemed ready to tear apart.
"M-My lord?"
At her near begging chirp, he opened the door and let her walk inside his candle-lit room. He stared at her swaying hips. The gown was too tight.
"Is Lady El—"
"I sent her away," he said, hinting to her that he was just as ready as she was.
The smile Lysa gave showed that she understood his meaning. Wylis wanted that. If he was going to do it, it was best she remained obsessed with him. That would make it easier to control the Vale in the future.
And she's not bad to look at either.
He noticed dots of wet stains on her chest where her nipples must be. That reminded him that she was probably still lactating, as their son was just a little less than a year old.
"T-This is…" Lysa murmured, rubbing her hands together nervously, gazing up at him, and then down as if he'd eat her. But she'd walked in there herself.
What's with the games now?
Wylis strode towards her, stopping only when his shadow eclipsed her. With a gentle finger, he touched her chin and raised her head.
"I-I… This… I wore my… wedding gown… for you."
"..."
No wonder it's so tight on her.
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