Wylis sneered and walked over to Chett, who still sat against the wall, holding his wounded arm. "Let's go. Qyburn will see to that arm before it festers. And Barristan, pass the word to the men outside. If any one of them falters, I'll personally skin them alive."
Not in the mood to speak with Robert either, he just left with Chett and Ros.
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Winterfell,
"Not rusted, I see."
"Bah! Like I ever would. I'm the next admiral of the largest Westerosi fleet." Brandon Stark scoffed, panting, having defeated Eddard in a mock duel in the Winterfell courtyard.
"You believe that?" asked Eddard.
Brandon shrugged, sheathing his blade. "Aye, I do. Wylis don't flap his gums unless he plans to follow through. It might take time, but eventually he does it. But enough of Wylis and Ramsgate, you're mooning over him like a virgin offering up her maiden cunt. Tell me about Winterfell instead. Some of those lords giving you trouble, eh?"
Eddard nodded, a faint frown on his face, and turned back toward the castle. "They were ready to work with you after Father. They were even afraid of you. I'm a new face and a new voice to them. They test me, push me, see how far they can go, how much they can bend me to gain some small favors."
Brandon curled his lip and let loose a string of loud curses, damning them all and their ten generations. "That's why I'm standing here. I don't live in Winterfell anymore, but unless you exile me, I'll remain a Stark."
"I would never do that, brother."
"Aye, Ned, I know. Still, Wylis is as much my brother as you are, blood or no. I owe the man more than I can ever repay with coin or steel. And I know you don't trust a hair on his ass. Listen to me, little brother, don't turn into our stiff-necked father all over again. I spent years on my knees begging the old man to knight Wylis, and we bloody lost him for it. Don't repeat that."
Eddard had stopped in his tracks, turning to face him. "What are you getting at with this?"
Brandon sighed, many memories flashing before his eyes. He'd seen Wylis over the years, seen him improve. He didn't understand how Wylis learned all the things he knew. That healing medicine, he didn't understand how his big-boned friend came up with it. He kept an eye, trying to see if someone was secretly teaching him all that.
But in the end, the only conclusion was that somehow Wylis was coming up with everything.
He'd asked Wylis as well, and in the solar, Wylis had shown him some of the designs. The design of the printing press. They made no sense to him, but he saw the effort that went into them. He also saw a drawn map of Ramsgate that Wylis wanted to make. It was so bloody grand. There was more, so much he didn't understand.
He didn't ask a lot either. By then, he knew enough. Wylis wasn't just talented in battle, but also in the brain.
Winterfell's lost its brightest jewel already. Only thing we can do now is get down on our knees and plead for whatever piss-warm leftovers we can get.
Brandon had learned about the North and ruling it from his father. He understood the North's challenges and finances the best. In simple words, the North was shit. House Stark couldn't even be considered wealthy.
"Grab Wylis by the fucking hand and ride whatever mess he's riding into. If you give a damn about House Stark prospering, and the North not freezing or starving with us, take my word. Get cozy with him, be his drinking brother, his sword brother, whatever. Fuck all the other houses sideways, especially the Boltons. If there's one bastard you need watching your back, it's him."
Of course, Brandon knew his brother wasn't without pride. That scrunched sneer was enough to see it.
"I can't speak more, or I'll be betraying Wylis. Just know this, the bastard's never lost a fight in his whole damn life. Now he's about to get his hands dirty in trade, and Ramsgate's going to start making coin hand over fist. If you want a taste, now's the time. Get your arse on the ship before it sails, or stand there on the shore waving like a fool with your cock in the wind."
Silence fell between the two brothers. Eddard stared at him reluctantly, as if even considering the proposal was beneath him.
"You want me to submit to a newly founded house?"
Brandon scowled. "Gods, are you listening to the shit coming out of your mouth? You think I kneel around him? I said, make him your friend. Your drinking brother. Watch his back, and he'll watch yours. And you think nobility means shit? You wiped out the last dragon-riding noble house that ruled the whole damn realm not two years back. Bloodlines don't mean piss. Capability does, and Wylis has plenty. Choice is yours. I came to give advice and to take Benjen with me."
"Benjen has already prepared to join the Night's Watch."
Brandon damn near bellowed at his little brother. "And you just let him do it! That's the problem, Ned. What happened to the wolfpack?"
"It's an honorable—"
"Eh? Is it? That why we toss all the murderers, rapists, and other sorry shits down there? Climb off the fucking high horse, Ned. The realm doesn't give a piss about honor. Father's honor damn near got us all slaughtered. And I've spoken with Mother. She doesn't want Benjen taking the Black either."
With that, he left Eddard standing there alone.
Brandon knew better than most. Benjen wasn't the sort to chase the Black. No, he knew what was in his youngest brother's heart. Guilt was eating him for not being able to save Lyanna. Benjen and Lyanna were close as both of them grew in Winterfell, while he and Ned were fostered. He doubted that Lyanna had told Benjen about her feelings for Wylis.
It seemed Benjen was trying to take self-exile as a form of punishment for himself.
Like I'd let him.
He was ready to drag Benjen's ass all the way to Ramsgate if he had to.
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The sentiment in Ramsgate town had changed completely. As the morning came, and the word spread of what had occurred inside the castle, non-verbal and non-physical hostilities became noticeable.
Before, the soldiers and servants who had come with the King's entourage were welcomed in the town. It was like a festival, singing and drinking in taverns, all the laughter and more. But now, the people of Ramsgate eyed all the visitors with suspicion and disgust.
The people of Ramsgate were loyal to their lord. No, they loved their lord. By that extension, they also loved the women their lord was involved with. Besides, Ros was known to most as she frequented the town, spoke with nearly all the women, and listened to their problems.
From a festival, it turned to simple trade. They still served the food and ale, but they refused to talk or sing again.
Wylis was made aware of it by his men patrolling the town. Normally, he would have intervened, but he didn't bother this time. He wanted to send Robert away as soon as possible.
Even now, he stalled meeting Robert for sparring. So, he sat alone in his top-floor solar and worked on the ledgers, counting the coins spent. That was all, he was only spending at the moment.
However, he wasn't really alone.
Knock! Knock!
Since Chett was resting, Kyle stood guard outside. The man opened the door and alerted him.
"My lord, Lord Arryn is here."
"Let him in." Wylis sat straight in the chair and watched the door open, the old man soon walking inside. It wasn't that he didn't want to stand up; he just couldn't, as his breeches hung low around his ankles.
Good thing I refused Lysa.
But still, there was another cock-starved woman in the castle who had no reason to hide. And she sat under his table, her gown pushed down to her waist, her fat, round tits engulfing his cock in between, while her golden head bobbed with the filthy friction of her luscious lips.
Genna knew that Robert didn't think very highly of the Lannisters. So, she'd stayed away from the King as much as possible during the welcome feast. But finally, she'd found a chance to be alone with the man who toyed with her, and she let him.
Wylis enjoyed it, like a mood-fresher that morning. And Genna was enthusiastic, aiming to take his impossible girth and length, balls deep, an impossible quest from the beginning. But her cloud-like, silken tits added to the bliss, warm, spit, and precum coated.
There was no need for him to do this. Genna was already with his babe. And he wasn't sex-starved. But Genna had told him that she needed to visit her husband at the Twins soon to excuse her 'mysterious' pregnancy. And before she went, he wanted to bring her loyalty above 90%, where it stood right now.
"Have a seat, my lord." Wylis kindly gestured, one hand below the table, gently caressing Genna's scalp, her messy and untied hair glued to her face, his cock, everything.
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