Wylis dumbly stared at the hovering blue screen. First of all, this wasn't a scam. He gave Lord Hornwood a sword as precious as that damn, ugly goblin's ring. Second, he fucking dived into the sea to get those scraps. And third, what the fuck was pickpocket skill? Why would he need it? He'd be the worst pickpocket in the world because, before he'd even get close, they'd jump away in fright from his size.
I guess. Can't always get useful rewards.
Wylis grinned and rose at once. Arms wide, he circled the table toward Lord Hornwood. "In that case, my brother. How about a little spar to test out this new blade?"
Lord Hornwood clapped his hands and jumped to his feet. "You stole words from my mouth, my lord."
Wylis followed the lord to the great hall, and under the bright light of dozens of torches, they did a little mock spar. It was no real fight, just fancy footwork and clashing of blades hard enough to make sparks and light pangs.
Once Lord Halys was out of breath, he retreated to his solar to prepare the written agreement. Wylis stayed outside, and noticed how Chett was lost in thought.
"What happened?"
"The blade is beautiful, my lord."
Wylis chuckled and stood beside his tall squire, gazing at Arthria pulling Lord Hornwood's son's hair. "I will make you one when you become a knight."
Chett became alert. "My lord? You'd make me a knight?"
"War draws near. You'll have your chances to prove yourself. Do well, and I'll have Robert make you a knight, and I'll see you armed with Valyrian steel." Wylis tapped his shoulder. "Enough dawdling. Go on, meet the others. Perhaps a fair lady will catch your eye."
"My lord… I don't think so. They're all too short, I'm afraid."
"Huh?" Wylis looked hurt because he was even taller. "Chett, have you ever seen my wife beside me? She seems like a gorgeous midget."
Chett grunted and rubbed his face. "My lord… I beg you, say no more. I'll carry on as though I'd heard nothing."
"Why? She asks you about me?"
"Aye, she does, my lord. She asks me near every day what you did and how it fared. I… I speak true to her, as it is."
Wylis dragged a hand down his face. "Gods. Just don't say anything. What's the worst she can do?"
"My lord, she threatens me. Says she'll cut off my supper. And you told me never to yield on my protein, so I—"
"Come now, come now. Try 'lovely little mite' in place of a midget. Surely you can manage so small a courtesy for your dear lord. I pay you, buddy."
Chett gave a small nod. "I can do that."
"Good. Come now. Let us drink to the troublesome little she-demons who rule our lives." Wylis pulled his squire after him.
"I've no such woman in my life, my lord."
"Chett, lad, my squire, I call it a gut feeling. I know you'll soon have one."
"My lord, I beg you, don't speak such curses on me."
"Bah!" Wylis laughed with a howl, happy now that the tension was relieved. "Can't run from destiny, Chett."
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Wylis didn't stay in Hornwood Castle for too long. After putting their seals on the agreement, both of them went hunting the next day. Wylis taught Lord Hornwood a few things about it and helped him hunt a boar.
After that, on the fourth day, he journeyed back to Ramsgate early in the morning.
The journey home was far more calming to him as he could now proceed with the quest. It was a Main Quest, however, and considering that, things had been going very smoothly. The only bloodshed until now was the Maester.
But he knew not to celebrate too early. The quest wouldn't be over until he extracted all the gold from that river. And it was going to take time if he did it alone. What he needed was to man the blast furnace and Bessemer converter, and make some specialised equipment to process gold from mud from the river in large quantities.
As soon as he returned home that evening, without even wasting time, he got to work with the young blacksmith boy, Martyn. But to Wylis' delight, the boy's sick father, Galbart, had returned to health.
He took both of them to make the equipment that night. But they made nothing; he only taught them how to do things right without getting themselves killed. Immediately, they all knew they needed more blacksmiths.
In the end, defeated, he returned to his castle and ate with his big family.
After that came a dip in the spring with all his gorgeous ladies and the kids. Elia was there as well, but she kept a towel tied around her body the entire duration.
Finally, at night, he went to bed with Lyanna.
"So I'm a little mite now?"
"..."
Goddamnit, Chett. That fast?
Wylis awkwardly scratched his head. "I remember saying lovely as well."
"On the bed!" Lyanna ordered.
Wylis gave her a salute and threw away his clothes, climbing into his bed butt naked on his back. He watched Lyanna do the same, and gods, she was so fucking beautiful. His cock was hard already, and the way she crawled between his legs and kissed his cockhead, he cooed.
But she kept climbing, up and up, and before he knew it, she sat straddled on his face, knees planted wide, her cunt an inch from his mouth.
"Your punishment is to pleasure your she-demon."
"..."
Fucker told her that, too? Ten more rounds on the walls, he needs it.
"As the lady commands."
Wylis had no apprehension and shamelessly wrapped his arms around her hips and roughly pulled her down on his mouth. His heavy tongue rammed straight through her warm, soaked petals and fucked her open.
"Oooooh!" Lyanna moaned, grabbing the headboard and riding his mouth.
Her soft thighs were like plush cushions against his ears. Oh, he fucking loved doing this to Lyanna. Biologically, he enjoyed eating the fuck out of his wife. There was no finer cunt to eat in the whole wide world.
Slurp! Slurp!
"Aaaaah! Coming!"
Wylis stared up, over her belly, her tits, and to her face. He smirked at how fast she was coming and fucked her harder with his tongue. He slurped, he ate, he licked like a madman.
She came undone. Her doughy thighs trembled in his grip, her smooth, pale back tensing up into an arc. Her silky hair swaying behind as she cried out breathlessly, breast jolting in delicious agony. Gushes of her sweet nectar flowed out of her core and onto his face, soaking him in her scent.
Oh, how much he loved the way she shivered in his hands, sinking his tongue even deeper between her clenching lower lips and slurped.
Once Lyanna was done and panting, Wylis took control. With ease, he lifted her off his face and settled her on his lap. He sat up, back against the headboard, and held Lyanna on his cock like it was a chair.
"Did my she-demon miss me?"
"Mmm…" Lyanna got up and guided his cock between her petals herself and sank down slowly. "More than you can think… oooooh! This tasty… bite!"
Wylis pulled her face close and kissed her. And finally, it felt like home sweet home.
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Citadel, Oldtown,
The Conclave had gathered inside the closed doors. The group of archmaesters ran the Citadel. Their words and dealings were confidential, and they used all the information gathered from across the Seven Kingdoms to make decisions.
Just a day ago, they had received word about the fate of Maester Medrick of Hornwood. Normally, the death of a Maester didn't mean much to them, even if it was a murder. However, the graveness was in the fact that the Maester tried to assassinate Lord Kaiser, the strongest man in Westeros.
"This has damaged the standing of the order of maesters amongst the nobles and smallfolk alike."
"Lord Kaiser may no longer look at the Citadel kindly."
"The miraculous healing Lord Kaiser created with Qyburn is near-magical. Forget his giant nature and might, his mind alone is worth a hundred Medrick."
"We must send a representative to Ramsgate."
"I am of the same mind," said Archmaester Norren, Seneschal of the Citadel. "We cannot allow this to diminish the standing of our order. But there is no need to send another. Archmaester Marwyn is already at Ramsgate. We shall send him a raven and… I judge that Qyburn's recent works merit his restoration to our ranks."
"I agree. This new healing method must be a result of his… curiosities."
One by one, all archmaesters gave their agreement.
"Very well. Qyburn shall be restored to his former standing, and a raven will be sent to explain the position of our order."
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Ramsgate,
Days had passed since he had returned. Every night, he went out and felled a lot of trees with Earthbending. He at least wanted Lord Hornwood to think that he had discovered the gold after buying the land.
On the tenth day after returning, he finally announced the discovery of gold. He expected the word to reach every noble lord in the North in a matter of days. He paid no mind and focused on teaching the blacksmith duo everything he could.
Twenty days after his return, the first batch of gold extraction equipment was complete. And that morning, he sat in his ground-floor solar, reading a raven from Lord Halys Hornwood.
A good man.
The raven, instead of being filled with curses and tantrums, congratulated him on his discovery. The man wrote that he didn't feel regret for losing what he did not know he possessed. It also said that Lord Hornwood was going to declare his possession of the Valyrian Steel sword now, and tell everyone that he received it for selling the land.
Wylis agreed as it would save Lord Halys the embarrassment.
I'll make it up to you, my friend. Let's hope there are raw minerals under your lands.
Wylis placed the parchment aside and prepared to write back a response. He flashed a gaze at the kids huddled near the hearth. Rhaenys was reading Snow White's story to Arthria, Magnus, and the twins.
Knock! Knock!
"Enter."
Lyanna stepped inside, a tray of fruity refreshments in her hand for him and the kids. She first gave them to the children and then took the seat opposite him.
"Busy?"
"For you? Never." Wylis set the quill aside. "I've known you since we were kids. I know that face."
"What face?"
"The 'I got something serious to discuss' face," Wylis replied, arms crossed. "As it happens, I've words of my own. But you speak first."
Lyanna shifted in her seat, fingers worrying at her sleeve. "Wylis, I… I was speaking with Brandon and Benjen, and… I think I've come to see something. My Mother must be terribly lonely at Winterfell, now that Benjen's here as well. Ned was always away, and now he has his wife, his duty, his children, and… I never truly thought about what that left her with."
"You mean to bring her here?" Wylis cut in. "Then we're in the same boat. I've left my own kin to scrape by in Winterfell, still mere servants. Old Nan grows frail. I could give them warmth and comfort here. But…"
"It's frightening?" Lyanna finished his words. "I'm the same, Wylis. I don't know what to do. Mother… She'll be overjoyed seeing me alive, and wed to you, but she…"
"...Won't accept other women?"
Lyanna nodded and continued. "And what if Ned one day decides he wishes to see her and comes here?"
Wylis scratched his beard. "Truth be told, I can't say if Old Nan will take to this. She has long served House Stark, and that falls to Eddard now. What if her loyalty lies with him over me? And I've kin besides. Two uncles, two aunts."
"We'll be spelling our own doom." Lyanna sighed.
Wylis reclined back, his eyes resting on his children. Their cute smiles, Rhaenys' recital. It was his duty to protect. But then, was he not someone's son and grandson? Had he no duty towards them?
Ting!
[New Side Quest - Shame Of The Tyrant
Description - A Tyrant does not leave family behind, for they can be a source of strength. Yet you never gave them the chance.
Goal - Right what was wrong. Make the House Kaiser whole.
Reward - TBD]
Huh? TBD? That's new.
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