The Northern Tyrant [Game of Thrones] Chapter 36 - Marwyn's Gift, A healed Queen, A Wounded Bandit & Business

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Scrrrr!

"Wh-What happened back there? How did Lord Kaiser do it?"

"A whole bridge felled, all alone... Gods are with him."

Scrrrr!

Chett annoyedly stopped sharpening his sword against the rotating grindstone. Being the tallest man amongst the garrison, well, second tallest after Small Paul, he eyed the chattering men with a position of power. He outranked them as Lord Kaiser's page. 

"Our lord's no common man, that's certain, sure. I've faith in him, I do. He'll make these lands bloom yet. The signs are plain to see already. I've read those books that Lord Kaiser gave me. Not just courtesy and swordplay, no. There was plenty in there about trade too. Ramsgate's got twenty ships already. All that's wanting is to put 'em to proper use."

"But how did Lord Kaiser bring down the bridge?" asked Jonos.

Chett shook his head. “Does it matter? We’re sworn swords, ours is to guard Ramsgate and Lord Kaiser true. Idle tongues and tavern talk’ll get us nowt but trouble. Stir yourself now. His lordship ordered the blacksmith to craft us special tools for training. Heavy tools, mind you. Call twenty men together.”

Jonos looked at his friend Kyle and got to work. 

They had no idea what these tools were. But they were excited because, Gods be good, Lord Kaiser had one majestic body. 

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Ramsgate Port, guesthouse,

Early morning, Wylis helped Chett and the men set up the gym in the guardhouse. It was designed by him with all the weight-lifting machines possible. From power racks to bench presses, bicep curls, chest press, shoulder presses, lat pull-downs, and many more, including some CrossFit equipment. 

He planned on training them and himself every morning, then picking the best talents and making them the gym instructors for all the other men. Of course, he'd train twice a day; the second time would be for him and his women only. He had every intention to keep Lyanna, Rhaella, Ashara, and the rest fit. 

But right now, he had arrived at the port and entered the lavish guesthouse. It was more of an upscale inn with a bit of extra facilities. It was reserved to entertain important guests.

Soon enough, he was guided to a housing unit that had living space and a bedchamber. It was the norm in his upscale inn. Qyburn opened the door for him, greeting him with a deep bow. 

"Stay here," Wylis ordered Chett and two other men to guard the door as he walked inside. "Qyburn. You're early."

"I didn't sleep, my lord." 

That excited? 

Wylis followed the disgraced Maester into the well-lit sitting area. There, he saw a few medical apparatuses on the table, and a testing kit for penicillin. Right beside the table was a short and stocky man, looking more like a fantasy dwarf than a human. 

He had a thick neck, strong jaw, and enormous hands. The man was well-built, but with an ale-belly. White hair came out of his nose and ears, naturally bushy brows. Even the attire was interesting, ragged, nothing like a maester. 

That's one interesting maester.

For a few long moments, Wylis and the old Maester stared into each other's eyes, as if measuring each other. But then the Maester grinned, revealing his red-stained teeth. 

"Lord Kaiser! A delight, a rare delight. Qyburn's letter came, and I meant to toss it aside, truly I did. Yet once I began chasing stories about you, well, my feet carried me here before my mind could protest. Your fame has crawled across the Narrow Sea, from King's Landing all the way to Braavos. Have you heard what the magisters in Pentos call you? The Ice Giant, no less."

Wylis laughed, more amused than impressed. "Well, that’s new. Qyburn, write it down. The Gods curse me with more titles than sense to recall them."

"Proof of your rising legacy, I'd say," said the Maester, giving a simple bow. "Archmaester Marwyn, aye, the one they whisper about. At your service, my lord. How might this old sinner of a scholar aid you?"

"Let us sit," Wylis said, dragging a chair to the table. It groaned under him. "I hear you have roamed far and speak more tongues than most. Were I not bound here, I would have chased the same winds. But for now, I must borrow your travels to feed my curiosity."

"Ah, borrow on demand, my lord, on demand. It is the curious coins that lords and ladies press into my palm, just to glimpse the mysteries I carry, that let me wander so very far and wide."

Wylis nodded and took out a stack of folded papers from his fur coat. "Since you have spent so many years in the East, I reckon you've been to Yi Ti?" 

Seeing Marwyn nod, Wylis continued. 

"My questions aren't specific to Yi Ti, however. Look at this paper." Wylis presented the first paper. It had an artwork that he'd personally drawn. "On your journeys, did you ever come across farmlands that were submerged in water willingly? Fields that yielded long grains, which become white when properly worked?”

Wylis waited as the Archmaester seemed to think deeply, rubbing and playing with his beard. He noticed Qyburn's curious expressions. The man had no interest in being there, as it didn't relate to medicine. Yet, the Maester wanted to hear it as Wylis was speaking. 

A cult of men with brains? I wouldn't mind having that. 

“Curious, very curious. How do you know of such things, eh? I have seen these long grains growing in Yi Ti and again in Leng. The people of Yi Ti eat them rough, still wearing their brown coats, simple as that. The Lengii, proud people, won’t touch it until the coat is gone and only the white remains, though it takes more labor. I, myself, prefer the white."

Fuck! Rice exists?! 

Wylis was excited. No, he was elated. 

Chasing rice wasn't a personal project for Wylis. No, it was a financial choice. What was rice? It was no less than a super crop. First of all, it was grown in flooded fields, which makes pest and weed problems negligible. It could be harvested multiple times in a year. It was easy to store. And it was also a high-yielding crop. The best part, it was also calorie-dense. 

Ting!

Huh? 

[New Side Quest - Welcome To The Rice Fields!
Description - It is time Westeros earns its food revolution.
Goal - Bring rice to Westeros and harvest it at least once.
Reward - Agriculture Mastery & Agriculture Tools Blueprint Package.]

That's… an enticing reward.

Agriculture Mastery alone was an ability worth three years of his life. However, the blueprints were even harder to get, as they were individual things he needed to buy. But here it was a package. And it made sense, sending an expedition to Yi Ti was not going to be cheap or easy. 

“Wonderful,” Wylis said, setting down the second paper. It showed a round, lopsided ball of mud and roots. “And this ugly thing here? You may have seen it in Essos. Boil it, toss it in a stew, or mash it down to a paste. It grows beneath the earth like any stubborn root. Sometimes it looks like this, sometimes darker, a deep, dirty red.”

It was a potato. Wylis prayed to the Gods for this one. It would elevate the entire North and end the constant cycle of worrying about starvation and survival for most Northern houses. Moreover, he believed that the thing holding the Westeros population back was the ability to feed more people. If food became abundant, people would naturally raise more kids. 

Marwyn the Mage hummed. "What does it taste like, my lord?"

Wylis didn't care if they doubted how he knew it. "Mild, earthy, and starchy. It becomes creamy or fluffy when cooked. Could be sweet or rich and buttery, depending on how it's cooked."

"Ah, yes… I do recall it well. I tasted something much the same in Marahai, a little island out in the middle of the Jade Sea, just off the southern shore of Essos. Fine folk there, though they live cheek by jowl with two wee volcanoes that spit smoke and fire day and night. They put it in every blessed food they cooked, so everything ended up tasting near enough identical. Mind you, they never ate it by itself."

Wylis wasn't excited this time. There wasn't enough clarity whether it was really a potato. 

Ting!

It is? Is it really potatoes?

[New Side Quest - One potato, two potatoes, three potatoes, four!
Description - A Tyrant feeds his growing population well. Well-fed hands strike the hardest.
Goal - Bring potatoes to Westeros and harvest them at least once.
Reward - Plant Breeding Mastery]

Plant breeding? That's…

That was a pretty high-level mastery. And honestly, it made him a bit speechless. Rice was something that could feed the masses, but it couldn't grow in the North. The best regions to grow it was the southern Riverlands during the summer, and the Westerlands, Crownlands, the Reach, and some parts of the Stormlands and Dorne.

But with potatoes, even the North could grow something. And during long winters when all of Westeros turns cold, everyone could grow it. Potatoes could singlehandedly erase food insecurity across the Seven Kingdoms. 

"And this?" Wylis showed a colored sketch of a tomato. 

"Oh! I remember this one. Juicy, like a fruit, but sour. Lovely thing. Ate it in Great Moraq. They grew it in one little village only."

"..."

Wylis wondered why those things hadn't reached Westeros. But then he remembered dragons and pride. In the grand scheme of things, Westeros was insignificant to the rest of the world, which was far, far bigger. And Westeros was poor in itself while being self-centered. The traders came to Westeros from Essos, instead of Westerosi traders going East. 

Westerosi nobles never had a reason to try new things. It wasn't as if science was a thing either. The world was stuck at the same technological level as it was eight thousand years ago. Perhaps even worse, because ancient folks built the Wall. What did modern Westerosi do? Bang siblings and exterminate dragons?

That made Wylis wonder if almost everything that he was familiar with existed out there. Coffee? Cacao? Bell Peppers? Fruits he knew? Nuts? Beans? 

Ting!

[New Side Quest - It's A Fruit!
Description - Why be bland? Add a bit of flavor to life.
Goal - Bring tomatoes to Westeros and harvest them at least once.
Reward - Food Storage Mastery]

Aye, a fine reward. 

He saw the pattern. All rewards were pushing him towards being completely self-sufficient. Not only in growing, but also in storing. 

Corn already existed in Westeros somehow. Tomatoes and potatoes were already found. He asked about vanilla, but Marwyn had no idea about it. Not even a clue. Rubber tree, however, gave Wylis another quest, meaning it was real. 

Supposedly, it was rare and harvested from the forests of Ulthos. But the land was dangerous, and most didn't venture too deep as the animals were too strange. 

[New Side Quest - Put A Rubber On It!
Description - Transportation, Industries, Military, rubber stretches a long way.
Goal - Bring rubber to Westeros and make something from it.
Reward - Rubber Use Mastery]

Wylis gulped, just thinking about it. Rubber could be used in making hoses, belts for machines, insulation, tires, and so much more. It was a very useful thing. 

Wylis asked about cocoa and coffee. But sadly, there was no success. Marwyn didn't know anything about them. Wylis didn't lose hope, however. He was almost certain that they existed out there somewhere. 

But when he asked about tobacco, things changed. It was a major thing in Asshai and many other regions of eastern Essos. It was used in ceremonies sometimes. 

Ting!

[New Side Quest - Smoke it!
Description - Cigarettes are cool. Cigars are badass, at times.
Goal - Make the first true cigarette.
Reward - Anti-Addiction Therapy Mastery]

"..."

This was the first time he received a reward that went against the effects of the quest. But he liked it; it was best to have the antidote while holding onto the poison.

He asked about a few other things after that, but most of them resulted in nothing. Even some positive signs didn't get confirmed by the Tyrant's Squire. Still, what he'd received was enough to make up his mind. 

A full expedition to Essos. A few ships, maybe five or more. The goal would be to bring any and every crop they find there, any interesting trinket, discovery, or book as well. 

“Can you see these things sent to me, especially the rice, tomato, potato, rubber, and tobacco I named? I’m not asking you to ride the roads yourself, only to send word to the right hands. I’ll pay well for it,” he asked, and added more to sweeten the deal, “And in a year’s time, I mean to send a trade expedition east. Many ships. I hope to have you guide them.”

Archmaester Marwyn's old eyes widened with curious interest. "How many ships, my lord?"

"As the goal is to gather as many unique things, food or not, I suggest at least ten ships. A few of them can bring goods to me mid-way, goods that may rot too fast."

Marwyn nodded and eyed Qyburn for a moment. "Might I inquire, my lord? Why this sudden fascination? I see you're interested in the food of the East, yet wagering on such fare feels... hmm... a perilous gamble, is it not? It could drain your coffers empty."

It wasn't hard for Marwyn to understand what Wylis was doing. 

"And to not make that bet means my lands and people will suffer in the cold, yearning for food, basic survival. In time, you’ll look back to this moment and reminisce about it fondly, Archmaester."

Wylis rose to his feet after that, his time too important to waste on further chattering. 

"You will, Archmaester." Qyburn chimed in. "Lord Kaiser has never once claimed something he cannot accomplish. I showed his recent feat to you myself."

Wylis noticed how Qyburn looked at him, eyes full of fascination. He knew what was going on in the Maester's head. To him, Wylis's invention was groundbreaking. A discovery that changed the understanding of medicine. A discovery whose miracle most people wouldn't even understand.

But to Wylis, it wasn't a discovery but simple borrowing. He didn't discover penicillin; he just borrowed the recipe. Sure, to the world he invented it, but he knew the truth, and that hindered the joy. Instead, Wylis found more pride and joy in winning battles, building his city, and in general, doing what he always dreamt of—ruling his lands. 

Archmaester Marwyn nodded earnestly. "I saw it. It will save countless lives."

"As it should," Wylis said, turning for the door. “You are welcome to stay at Ramsgate. If you have need of anything, seek Qyburn.”

"And I will see about fetching those things from the East for you. It may take a while."

“I can stomach the wait, provided it bears fruit.” Wylis opened the door and glanced back. “The King will arrive shortly. You are invited to the welcome feast.”

"And proudly I shall present this ghastly, ugly mug of mine to our King."

With a chuckle, Wylis left the two old men to discuss matters. 

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The most important thing Wylis had to do was create a secret place in the castle where Rhaella, Elia, and Lyanna could stay with the children. Rhaenys was older now, but still a child. Keeping her confined to one place wasn't going to be easy. Same for Viserys. 

So, Wylis chose to create a large complex under the castle, completely separated. He dug it personally at night, all alone. He made a room for everyone so they all had personal space. He added a large hall with a few support pillars. It was big enough for Rhaenys to run around and get tired. He added a training room for Viserys so he could keep himself occupied. 

He added a small spring, drawing water directly from the hot spring outside. This one was small, but it’d allow the women some comfort. There was also an entire section for cooking. Finally, he filled the whole space with carpets, cupboards, beds, toys, and every imaginable thing they may need. 

Of course, he would visit them often. But he still wanted to keep them comfortable. It was a costly affair, however. He had to buy so many things to fill the secret housing complex. 

Wylis personally hammered the final nails, fixing a decorative piece on the wall of Rhaella's bedchamber underground. The woman stood right beside him in a beige, cream-colored gown with soft gold and silver embroidery, a fur-covered, grey coat above, her hair styled in a single braid as she always did. In her arms was sleeping Daenerys.

“Forgive me for causing you such inconvenience, my lord,” Rhaella softly whispered, it being just them underground. 

Wylis stood up, putting away the hammer. He turned to the woman he cherished more than he reasonably should. After Lyanna, he felt he was closest to Rhaella. The woman was ignored, discarded, and despised all her life for no reason. She should've died, yet she was alive now. Just as he was. 

"Come on, now." He closed the distance between them, his height making her seem small as ever, yet he loomed gentle as a summer breeze. He gazed down, her face near his chest. His fingers brushed her cheek, pushing that stray curl behind her ear. "I thank the Gods for such a beautiful inconvenience."

Rhaella let out a gentle chuckle, nuzzling her face against his big, rough hand, soaking in its warmth. Her eyes, misty and violet, looked up at him with such longing, so full of love and invitation. "I suppose all that hurt in my life was just a test, to see if I'm worthy of... this moment with you."

He shook his head and bent until his eyes were level with hers. “No, Rhaella. Nothing in this world could ever excuse the cruelty you endured. What I give you now is only what any man with blood in his veins would owe the woman he burns for.”

Rhaella gulped, a gorgeous blush rising on her porcelain cheeks. His words were a declaration, a confession of his desire for her. It made her heart throb each time she heard it. "I…"

So close, they felt each other's breath. Each other's scent. Rhaella felt her eyes slowly shut, lost in the moment. But then she felt movement and realised Wylis was taking Daenerys from her arms. 

"Let's see if Daenerys likes the swinging cradle I made for her," Wylis said, taking the babe from her. He really had made that cradle personally. "Tied a string to it so you can rest on the bed and swing it."

Daenerys was sleeping to begin with, so it didn't change anything. Wylis tucked her in nicely, the layers of soft blankets that didn't weigh too much. He'd taught the women how to wrap a babe like a burrito already, so they don't hurt themselves. The nannies already did that, but Wylis' technique was better. 

Finally, with nothing left, both of them looked at each other awkwardly. Wylis didn't let that awkwardness linger, however, and lit the hearth he'd newly built. Making a chimney wasn't hard for him with Earthbending. Keeping it hidden, however, was a small challenge. 

Soon, the noise of crackling firewood filled the room, followed by the warmth. 

"Rhaella." He turned to her, voice rough with want. She stood so close he could feel the heat of her. "Do you remember when I asked if you would… bear my children?

Wylis gulped, seeing her eyes widen. He took a step closer to her, but didn't touch her. 

"I realised that the King will keep me occupied in the coming week and—"

"Yes!"

That was all Rhaella whispered before she jumped at him, her smile the biggest Wylis had seen yet, so radiant that it could’ve melted the heart of the cruelest warlord, a smile so pure and fierce it was worth slaying kings for. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down as she rose on her toes, her body pressing flush against his massive frame.

Wylis caught her effortlessly, one thick arm sliding behind her back while the other hooked beneath her knees, lifting her into his arms like a princess. Her restrictive gown bunched between them, preventing her legs from parting, but he held her high enough that her soft lips could crash against his without strain. 

She clung to him desperately, her fingers threading through his hair as their mouths met in a fierce, claiming kiss.

He had never felt Rhaella this bold, this possessive. Her tongue dove into his mouth with heat, exploring him as if she wanted to memorize every inch. He welcomed it greedily, his own tongue tangling with hers in a slick, hungry dance. 

Rhaella’s hands roamed his scalp and neck with frantic need. Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes damp with tears of pure joy.

It felt like a dream to her. Her tongue tasted the faintly sweet need, and the kiss grew wetter, more desperate, saliva mingling as their lips slid and sucked with passion. She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him, her breath hot and ragged.

Wylis carried her across the room, never breaking the kiss, and gently lowered her onto the fresh furs of the new bed, the frame creaking faintly under even her slight weight.

“Perhaps we can see if this new bed is… worthy of us,” he murmured with a teasing grin.

Rhaella laughed, a bright, breathless sound that lit her violet eyes, and sat up swiftly. She got off the edge to stand, her hands pressing firmly against his broad chest, guiding him back until he sat on the bed with his feet planted wide, knees spread like a throne awaiting its queen.

“Let me, my love,” Rhaella whispered, sinking gracefully to her knees between his thighs. 

She shrugged the heavy fur coat from her shoulders, letting it fall behind her. There was no hesitation in her voice, no shame; only the raw truth of her affection.

Wylis gulped. His pulse thumping as he watched the former queen kneel, ready to worship his body in a way no highborn lady ever should. It was… unexpected. But his cock was already swelling to aching hardness in his trousers, straining like iron against the fabric.

He watched her delicate fingers fumble with his belt, trembling slightly with eagerness. He reached down to help, loosening it swiftly before she tugged his boots free, one by one. With careful hands, she peeled his trousers down his thick legs, baring him completely.

“Mmm…” His cock sprang free like a beast, towering in all its monstrous glory. It was longer than the span of her lovely face, thick veins pulsing along the shaft.

Rhaella was transfixed, her violet eyes glazing over as the heavy, musky scent of his arousal washed over her. Her breath quickened, nipples hardening visibly in her gown.

“Gods took their time…” Rhaella murmured, rising higher on her knees as she leaned in. Her slender hand attempted to circle his girth, fingers barely meeting around the heated flesh. “Creating you… mmmh.”

She nuzzled his cock against her cheek, soft skin gliding along the rigid length as both hands worked together. One steadying the base, the other stroking slow and firm along the middle. 

Her soft lips brushed feather-light kisses up his shaft, starting at the root where his heavy balls rested, then higher, worshiping every throbbing vein until she gently pulled back the foreskin. She pressed a tender, lingering kiss to the swollen, glistening cockhead, her adoring gaze lifting to meet his.

Wylis drew a deep, shuddering breath. The sight of her… an ethereal beauty framed by his massive cock, sent fire through his veins. Those wide violet eyes, so innocent yet burning with lust, undid him. He smiled down at her, sinking back on his hands, legs splayed wide as he surrendered to her touch.

He watched as Rhaella parted her thin, glossy lips as wide as they could go around his bulging crown. It was a struggle, her mouth so small and refined against his brute size. But she took the thick cockhead inside, her tongue already swirling greedily over the sensitive underside.

“Uh… that tongue!” Wylis writhed, his massive calves twitching helplessly as her royal tongue traced slow, teasing circles around the flared rim of his cockhead.

The heat of her mouth was gentle yet maddening, every delicate flick sending jolts of raw pleasure up his spine, making his thighs tremble and his breath ragged.

She took him no deeper than the crown, and he made no move to force her. Gods, he would never risk bruising that perfect throat, never her. Yet the restraint only sharpened the ache, his cock throbbing violently against her swirling tongue.

Rhaella’s violet eyes were smoldering with lust. She suddenly reached for his idle hand and guided it firmly to the back of her own head, fingers pressing his palm into her silvery hair. An unmistakable command; ‘Take me, use me, have me as you desire.’

Wylis gulped, his fingers threading through the silken strands like claws. He massaged her scalp for a moment, then carefully pressed, just an inch deeper as he watched her lips stretch wider around his girth. 

Rhaella huffed around his shaft, eyes widening in surprise as the thick bulb nudged her tonsils. He released instantly, easing her back with a guilty breath.

She pulled back with a wet gasp, a choked giggle bubbling up. As a playful warning, she grazed her pearly teeth ever so lightly along the sensitive skin of his shaft, just enough scrape to make him jerk and groan.

Wylis barked a laugh through his groan, but the worry lingered in his eyes. He wouldn’t hurt her; he knew his size could break her if he lost control.

"Use them… Rhaella.”

She instantly understood and drew his cock from her mouth with a slick pop. Strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening crown.

“As my lovely lord desires.” 

Rhaella rose higher on her knees while she pulled the wide neck of her gown lower to her waist. She was like a porcelain doll ripened by motherhood and time, curves lush and inviting, breasts heavy with milk. She cupped those magnificent swells in both hands, lifting them like an offering, and nestled his throbbing length deep between the warm, yielding valley of her chest.

Wylis groaned as silken flesh enveloped his cock completely, her breasts so full and plush that only the angry, swollen head of his cock protruded from the top.

She pressed her elbows inward, squeezing those heavenly peaks tighter around his shaft, milk already beading at her stiff nipples. As she started to move in slow strokes up and down his entire length, the milk leaked freely. Warm drips spilling over her fingers, down the slick shaft, turning every glide into a creamy, sloshing mess. Obscene and intoxicating, milk and spit mingling into a glossy sheen that coated his cock, dripping in thick pearls.

“Mmmph—Gods, you’re magnificent,” Rhaella moaned breathlessly, tongue darting out to lap at the emerging cockhead with each upward stroke. 

She suckled the tip greedily whenever it popped out between her cleavage, lips sealing around it, cheeks hollowing as she kneaded her own breasts harder, fucking his length between them with growing fervor.  

“So thick… So perfect… My giant… mmm, tastes so good…” She gasped between suckles.

Wylis groaned, loving every moment of it. His hands settled on her shoulders to feel her rhythm, then slid to her leaking nipples. He pinched them firmly, rolling the hard peaks between thumb and forefinger, coaxing sharper jets of milk that sprayed across his cock and her chin. 

His toes curled against the floor as he teetered on the brink, balls drawing tight.

"Close! Let's not… waste it… aye? Lie down, Rhaella."

“No.” The refusal came husky and defiant. 

She kept stroking him with her slick, milky breasts a moment longer, denying his release, then rose gracefully to her feet. With deliberate slowness, she slid the beige gown further. Gold and silver embroidery caught the firelight as it pooled at her feet.

Every lush curve was now revealed for him to see. Her wide hips, fluffy thighs, those heavy, milk-streaked breasts swaying freely, nipples red and dripping. Her silvery hair tousled, framing a face flushed with lust and shy triumph, violet eyes gleaming as she gathered the fallen gown and wiped the creamy mess from her chest and throat, smearing milk across the fine fabric before tossing it aside with a needy smile.

“Let me… have this, my love.” 

Rhaella straddled him fully, her feet planted on either side of his hips as she squatted over his lap. That curvy, thick ass hovered inches above his throbbing cock, cheeks parted just enough to tease the glimpse of her glistening folds. 

Wylis' feet were still on the floor, knees bent over the edge of the bed. 

Her one soft hand wrapped around his slick shaft, still coated in milk and spit, and guided the fat head to her dripping entrance, rubbing it slowly through her soaked petals, lathering him in her arousal as she prepared to take him completely on her terms.

"Mmmm! Gods! You will break me… and I'll love every moment of it!"

Rhaella wanted this, craved it with every fiber of her being. The memories of cold marital duties, the pain without love, the empty obedience to a mad king… all of it faded before this moment. 

This was no duty. This was lovemaking, and she wanted to feel every searing inch as if it were her first true time. She wanted the burn, the stretch, the overwhelming proof that she was alive and desired. Selfish, for once, and gloriously so. She wanted his seed deep inside her, wanted to swell with his children born of love, not duty.

“Wylis…” She stared down at the giant under her, shoulders impossibly broad, chest and arms carved from living stone. A man among men, and now hers. Gods, she knew she was utterly lost.

“I love… you!” Rhaella cried out as she sank down, knowing the sting waited. 

His cockhead slid through her soaked lips, splaying them wide, forcing her tight entrance to yield in a brutal, delicious stretch that felt like rightful claiming. She gave herself willingly, eagerly, tears of overwhelming joy spilling down her cheeks.

“I love you… Wylis!” 

She leaned forward, palms braced on his chest, lips trembling as fresh tears fell. The burn was fierce, the stretch exquisite agony, and yet it was perfect. Her body fluttering around him, climax hovering dangerously close from the sheer emotion and fullness.

Her thick hips started to move, slow at first, rising and falling inch by agonizing inch, forcing more of that monstrous girth inside her by her own desperate will. She wanted to please him, to belong to him completely, to erase every cold memory with this blazing heat.

Plap!

Before long, Rhaella fucked herself on him with zeal, slamming down from tip to root with reckless abandon. Every hint of her old, royal restraint was now gone.

Each descent sent a wet, echoing slap as her plush ass met his hips, her pussy swallowing him whole again and again. It was more than lust; she was purging the past, forcing out every bitter recollection and pain through the relentless grip of her cunt, through the sweat and ache of her body. She carved new memories into her flesh, branding her mind with nothing but this sensation, this cock, this man. His alone, forever.

She felt wild, feral, stretched beyond reason, every ridge and vein dragging along her sensitive walls.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Glancing down, she caught Wylis with his head raised, eyes fixed behind her. Heat flooded her cheeks as she followed his gaze to the large mirror behind her on the wall. 

And there it was; her entire rear reflected in shameless detail, the tight pucker of her wrinkled hole winking above the obscene sight of her pussy lips clinging desperately to his shaft, pulled outward on every rise, shoved inward on every brutal drop. Oh, she was stretched to ruin.

Wylis’s massive hands clawed her asscheeks, spreading them wide for an even clearer view, fingers digging deep into soft flesh. The exposure burned her red with shame and arousal. Gods, that cock could ruin her completely. 

In that moment, she knew she would gladly offer him every hole, let him wreck her until she broke.

"Yes, yes, yes…. Oh!" 

So overwhelmed with greedy lust, she wanted to kiss his lips. But sadly, she was too short to do so and simply slathered his neck with needy kisses, marks of her love for him. So close to coming, her body withered uncontrollably on top of him. Her muscles knotted up until she couldn’t move and fell forward on his chest.

Thank the gods Wylis took over. He gripped her ass, finger dimpling into her soft flesh, and moved her hips on his eager pole. He fucked her like a toy on a string. 

With vigorous wet plunges, the climax pushed through and crashed over her without warning. 

Rhaella’s entire body seized, her cunt clamping down in violent spasms as she came harder than she ever had. Messy, unrestrained, a hot gush of watery release spraying around his buried cock, soaking his balls and thighs in a flood of pure, desperate want. 

“Ahhh!!” Her scream tore through the room, back arching, breasts heaving as wave after wave emptied her, leaving her trembling and boneless. 

She collapsed forward onto his chest, limp and panting, silver hair plastered to sweat-slick skin.

"Rhaella," Wylis whispered. "I want you to see this… as well."

“Hmm?” she murmured weakly, mind still floating in pleasure.

Her confusion lasted only a heartbeat. With effortless strength, Wylis rolled them over, settling on top of her for a moment before rising to his feet on the floor. She thought he meant to take her on her back, but he gripped her hips and flipped her again, onto her hands and knees. 

So fragile and weightless to him, Rhaella felt Wylis’s thick forearms slide beneath her knees and lift her entire body with effortless sway. She tipped backward, back pressing flush against his chest, legs hoisted high and spread obscenely wide, dangling helplessly in front of him like a broken doll.

She gulped, realising what he was doing. 

"N-no! I… I'm old!"

"..." Wylis said nothing, savoring the shy flush staining her skin.

She had always hated mirrors, hated the cruel honesty of them, the faded cuts on her arms, the yellowed bruises on thighs and shoulders that no amount of time could fully erase. Marks of a life endured, not lived. 

But her lover paid her plea no mind. He carried her directly before the wide mirror, positioning her so reflection consumed them both. Her flushed, swollen cunt still stinging and dripping, breasts leaking thin streams of milk, silvery hair wild and tangled, violet eyes heavy-lidded with spent lust and fresh tears.

"Rhaella… you are beautiful." 

His lips brushed the shell of her ear, and the whisper sank into her like molten iron.

"I want you, I need you. Look in the mirror. This… is who I want."

“Mmmmh!” Tears spilled freely. With trembling effort, she reached down between her spread thighs, delicate fingers wrapping around his near-bursting cock, and guided the slick cockhead back to her sore, gaping pussy.

"T-Thank you for loving me."

“Shhh…” Wylis hushed her gently. “Never say that. This is no mercy, no payback, no trade. This is what I feel… raw as I can show.”

“Oooooh!” The cry tore from her throat as he lowered her slowly, impaling her once more. 

That monstrous girth stretched her again, sliding deep until she swore she felt him in her belly. And in the mirror, she could almost see the bulge rising under her skin. She covered her flushed face with both hands, yet left gaps between her fingers; she had to watch that cock vanish inside her, watch her body surrender like it was born for his claiming.

"As do I… my love!"

Plap! Squelch! Plap!

The rhythm was fierce and unrelenting. 

Wylis lifted and dropped her with brutal strength, throwing her, curvy, soft, yet to him, lightweight body up the length of his shaft only to slam her back down to the root. 

Her dangling feet kicked uselessly in the air, toes curling; her pussy splayed wide open, red and glistening, lips dragged in and out with every savage thrust. Her heavy breasts thrashed wildly, milk spraying in thin arcs that dripped down her ribs. 

He bit down on the curve of her shoulder, hard enough to bloom a fresh mark she would wear for days. Then, he soothed the sting with open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, her cheek, branding her with heat.

She was lost to it now, moans slurring into broken sobs of pleasure. The nightmares that once pulled her from sleep felt distant, burned away by this feral lovemaking. 

This was love. Raw, messy, and overwhelming. From the man she fell for, all for her.

"Aaaaaaah!" 

Her second climax hit like a storm, cunt gripping down viciously as she sprayed again, hot, watery release gushing around his pistoning cock and streaking the mirror in clear rivulets of pure sin.

Wylis didn't know what came over him. This mirror, this fragile ex-queen held like a doll. But the sight of her unraveling against his chest set him on fire. Her back burned against him; her tight, massaging cunt should never have taken his size, not truly, yet she did, hips built for birthing now stretched beyond reason. Unholy shame flickered in him for the brute he became, but gods, it was too hot, too perfect. And now he was teetering on the edge.

Plap! Plap!

He threw her up and down on his cock with raw, unyielding strength, arms bulging as he lifted her, impaling her again and again in a punishing rhythm that made her entire body jolt. The motion was relentless, hypnotic. Her feet dangled wide to the sides, thighs trembling as her knees stayed hooked over his forearms, keeping her spread obscenely open.

The view in the mirror was… scandalous. He had the control, the motion. The things he was doing to her womanhood, battering it. Yet clearly, she loved it as much as he did.

Her pussy gaped and fluttered. The mirror showed it all; the way her tight hole swallowed him whole, the lewd bloom of her folds as he strained her open, her clit swollen and flushed above the relentless pistoning. Her heavy tits thrashed wildly with each rough drop, slapping against her ribs and each other with soft, wet smacks. 

"Ungh… Rhaella… I'm!"

"Yes, yes… Please… oh, this gift… mmmm… in me, my love! I'll carry your babe… with pride and love and… oooooh!"

Wylis shattered. His spine arched, thighs trembling as he buried himself to the hilt and erupted.

Thick, endless ropes of cream flooded her depths, pulse after pulse, so much that it immediately overflowed. It sloshed out around his buried shaft in messy splashes that splattered to the floor at his feet. 

In the mirror, they both watched. Her stuffed cunt frothing white, excess batter dripping in heavy strings from her stretched lower lips, in a filthy testament to how thoroughly he had claimed her. She could feel him, that warmth against her womb.

Ting!

[Name: Rhaella Targaryen
Age: 39
Occupation: Ex-Queen, Mother, Grandmother
Current Loyalty: 100%
Status: Impregnated]

Wylis panted, chest heaving, the giant finally spent, for the moment. 

Carefully, he turned and lowered her trembling body to the bed, laying her down among the furs as though she were glass. He rested out beside her, pulling her sweat-slick form into the cradle of his arms, her chest to his chest, his half-hard cock still nestled against her thigh. He knew the night was far from over; the deed was done, but the hunger lingered. 

Besides, he had yet to taste her nectar, spread those trembling thighs, and drink deep from the mess they’d made. It was far too tempting to resist.

"Rest for now, Rhaella. We’ll continu—"

Ting!

[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]

[Son(Bastard) - Wenda The White Fawn
Life Points - 10]

[Strength - 4/10
Dexterity - 1/10
Intelligence - 2/10
Charisma - 2/10
Vitality - -5/10]

Negative five? 

Wylis jumped off the bed with urgency, scaring Rhaella. 

“Stay in bed, Rhaella. Wenda is in labor, and I have a bad feeling,” he explained and grabbed his clothes quickly, donning them and running out. 

Last time, during Wenda's first childbirth, the situation was the same. It was negative two back then. Now, it was negative five. Clearly, Wenda wasn't meant to sire another babe if the situation was deteriorating. 

He silently decided not to have any more children with her. She'd done enough already. 

During his rush, he allotted six points to Vitality alone, stabilising the babe before even reaching the place. The Life Points were truly lifesavers. 

[Strength - 4/10
Dexterity - 1/10
Intelligence - 2/10
Charisma - 2/10
Vitality - 1/10]

The boy was strong otherwise. 

As the labour room was also underground, Wylis arrived at the place quickly. Qyburn was inside with three midwives. There was blood, a lot of it. The babe was safe, crying. However, Wenda didn't look that well. 

"Move!" Wylis rushed into action, cleaning his hands quickly with the prepared solution. 

Wenda had some internal bleeding, it seemed. Sadly, even Wylis had no way of mending an inner wound. He had no way of replacing the lost blood either. 

It was a nightmare, seeing Wenda's face lose color. And at that moment, he felt like shit. He imagined Lyanna's face there, because truth be told, this could happen to anyone. 

Fuck, I didn't prepare for this. 

"Wenda, don't you lose it!" He shouted, trying to keep her awake. Internal bleeding was the leading cause of death for childbearing women in Westeros. He could think of things that would have helped in modern times. But making them now was impossible. 

But as long as she'd survive this, he had the means of saving her. 

"W-Wylis?"

Wenda's lips murmured, eyes still closed. 

"Stay awake! Qyburn, use the damn gauze I gave you. They will take the blood better. Do not rub it. Tap it. Midwife, keep the pressure steady, but gentle, or you will tear it open again. Use the penicillin, watered down."

It was a hellish experience, no matter how many times Wylis went through them. Helping a random woman give birth was one thing. Seeing a woman give birth to his child was different. 

“You best stay alive, Wenda. Else forget giving me a third. This one’s large and heavy. Near killed his mother coming out. He’ll grow into something fierce.”

A smile curved on Wenda's pained lips. 

Too bad, he had no Life Points to give to Wenda. 

Hours went by, and the night passed. Outside the labour room, all the other women waited. Wenda was like a sister to them. They all saw each other like that. 

Slowly, morning approached outside. 

But in there, Wylis stayed awake the entire time. He kept Wenda awake as well. It was maybe prayers or luck. The bleeding had stopped before it became too much. But things were still dangerous. 

Wylis kept her steady, her legs in place so she wouldn't move too much and open the inner wounds again. She was awake, however, for a while. She was able to see the babe and hold him to her chest. 

Even after that, Wylis didn't leave. 

He maintained the temperature of the labour room so she wouldn't get too cold. He remained there just in case she needed something. They fed her medicine as well in liquid form. Penicillin was miraculous. 

"My lord, you should rest."

Wylis ignored Qyburn and remained seated in the chair. "I'll do that when she's awake."

####

Barrowton, 

Brandon stared at the ceiling of the bedchamber, feeling warm and fresh that morning. Lying naked under that heavy quilt was a relief, and with that head of messy brown hair on his arm, it was heavenly. 

He and Lady Barbrey had stayed up almost the entire night, rekindling old flames and memories rather deeply. It had happened suddenly, a few drinks, a few words exchanged. What started with a simple kiss ended with them in her bedchamber, her on top of him, riding him.

"When do you leave for Winterfell?" Barbrey asked, her voice a whisper while her fingers softly traced his bearded jaw. 

"King Robert will be arriving at Ramsgate soon. I’m not missing that. Gods, I’d wager Robert spars Wylis and gets his arse handed to him." Brandon snorted. "You ought to meet him, Barbrey. He's a bloody flower that's somehow grown in a frozen shithole like Winterfell."

Barbrey chuckled with a snort. "Hard to believe you're speaking of a man like this."

“I saw the signs long before any,” Brandon said, scowling. “That’s why I fought Father so hard to make Wylis a knight. Believe me, Barbrey, meet him once, and you’ll be both amazed and shocked. He can help House Ryswell and House Dustin alike. And gods, Caliburn, that brute of a horse. Finest mount in all of Westeros, and I swear that fucker understands every word we say.”

Silence fell between them. The hum of air outside and the chirpings of birds. He didn't say anything, waiting for her. 

Barbrey moved closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “Perhaps I’ll give you a chance. I will meet Lord Kaiser. Roose means nothing to me. I know the darkness that lives in his heart. But Domeric, I do love. He’s of my blood, however thin it runs, and he is the nearest I will ever have to a child of my own.”

Brandon looked at her face, his free hand moved under the quilt to reach her flat belly. 

"That isn't happening, Brandon."

"I said nothing."

She stared at him. He stared back, smirking.

####

Ramsgate,

Wenda lived. It wasn't easy; Wylis cared for her day and night. He fed her with his own hands, and gave her all the medicines. He cooked the soupy stew for her. He helped her bathe as well, wiping her body with a warm towel. He lifted her in his arms to take her to the terrace to get some fresh air. 

He didn't allow her to walk on her own for a whole week. He made sure she drank all the electrolyte-laced concoctions he made. Until he saw the old color return to her face, he didn't let her walk. 

Finally, after that, he returned to his work. 

He oversaw the last stones being placed for his new castle wall that sat on the inner side of the moat, right on top of the mesa his castle sat on. With that, he had the entire moat's outer edge and inner edge walled. 

For the water to flow, Wylis only had to spend a single night digging the last section. The water would soon flow and turn his castle into an island. 

But he needed to wait for the night for that. So, he visited the blacksmith and oversaw the end of his large order. All the large metal boxes had been created for his ships. He then checked the ships, ensuring the training was going well for the sailors. 

Finally, he oversaw a few executions of criminals. Death was a guaranteed punishment for murder and rape in Ramsgate. And because of Wylis' Eye of the Judge ability, he knew a criminal by the way of speech and standing. He was never wrong about his verdicts. 

Ramsgate itself was very busy, and the castle was even busier. With the King's arrival approaching, the castle was being decorated from the inside out. The great hall was being prepared. The port was being cleaned. 

But none of that required Wylis. 

As soon as night came, he snuck out in the darkness. Using Earthbending, he went to the northern side of his moat and began digging the last few feet. It was simple digging, so it didn't take long. 

Shhh!

First came a few streams, tearing through the last remaining chunk of dirt. The moat was more like a manmade canal at that point. It was supposed to have a southward flow, and it would also carry the castle's sewage in the future. 

Should throw barbed wire along the wall in the future. 

Swoosh!

At last, the last chunks moved, and the water gained its full flow intensity. He could see it in the darkness, the waves splashing. And it was decently fast, making it tough for anyone to swim. But not so fast that it would erode the foundation. 

Time to celebrate. 

With a smirk, he noticed a bright light from beyond the wall, inside the backyard of his castle, where the hot spring was. He could also hear a few feminine giggles. 

Like a complete madman, Wylis jumped down into his own moat and swam around to the drawbridge. He wanted to see how easy it was for someone to sneak inside his castle. 

The stone foundation of his castle was very slippery. He had to use Earthbending to make some grips, or else he'd have been swept into the Shivering Sea.

"My lord?!" 

Wylis climbed up, although the drawbridge was raised at that time. There were two drawbridges. Wylis climbed the innermost one and reached the outer courtyard. Many of the soldiers had come out because the water was making noise. 

"Good work, lads." Wylis waved. "Don't fall in the moat. The current is too strong." 

Wylis waved at them and entered the castle, leaving the men bewildered. He walked straight to the backyards, coming out in the open. The place was stunning, with trimmed grass and trees around. With the new inner wall of the moat, the privacy was also enhanced. 

"Neigh-hehehe!"

What the fuck?

He rushed his steps and turned the corner, finally getting a clear view of the steaming hot spring. Oh, it felt like heaven already. All the lovely women of the castle were there, bathing. From Lyanna to Elia. But the most surprising was Caliburn. Why the fuck was he there?

Look at him! Fucker's smiling at me.

Caliburn was having fun. Lyanna, Anna, and Ros were scrubbing him, giving him a good hot bath. Not to mention, they were all nude. 

Wylis couldn't stop looking at their jiggling breasts and asses. Gods, they were gorgeous, each one of them. He was already hard as a log. But he had no desire to slide in any of them. He just wanted a soothing bath. 

"Wylis!" Lyanna waved at him. 

All the women turned their heads to him, smiling fondly. Only Elia shrank her neck and submerged herself in the spring until only her shoulders and head were visible. 

He noticed Elia's reaction, but didn't look at her. He wasn't going to avoid this experience just because she was there. She was the minority while all the other women had seen him on a much deeper level than just naked. 

"Come here, Wylis." Wenda waved at him, seated on the edge with just her feet in the water. She was still not allowed to soak because of the internal wounds. 

Right away, he took off his tunic, then his trousers, and walked into the water. Sure, kids were there, but they were like his own children, and they were too young to remember anything. Besides, they were busy playing in the middle. Daenerys was too small, however, so a cradle was placed nearby for her. Byron, his newborn son with Wenda, was also there.

"This is heaven." He muttered, easing into the water beside Wenda’s feet. "Are you well?"

Wenda snuggled closer to his side, leaning down, her one hand already gripping his shaft under the water. "I'm healthy and lovely, because of someone big and warm and strong." 

"I did what was right, nothing more."

"Which isn't common," said Ashara as she sat snuggling to his other side, pulling his arm herself over his shoulder. Her hand joined Wenda's to fondle his cock. "Most men would simply send a few midwives, cry in a Sept, and forget about the woman. No man does what you did, bathing her, caring for her like…"

Wylis leaned in and pecked her lips, shutting Ashara's mouth. "I'd do that for all of you. So let's not talk about that anymore."

Just relaxing, he leaned his head back, feeling warm and calm despite their curious hands edging him. 

Man, I'd kill for a nice cigar and a cocktail with some vodka… wait a fucking minute. I can just make all that myself. Wait, why haven't I done that already?

He had the damn chemistry mastery. He had the Mastery of Medicine. He could make every alcohol and cocktail known to him in his entire first life. And having been a billionaire, he knew most of them. From the shittiest to the most expensive. 

Oh! I should make something quickly. Robert would love them. 

With a new goal, he opened his eyes and looked around. 

They had finished bathing Caliburn; the boy was drying himself now. All the women had returned to the pool, and it was so beautiful. The torches flickered golden light on their glistening skin. The steam made it seem like real heaven. 

He looked at Lyanna and saw no jealousy. Heck, she was just as relaxed as he was, confident in herself. After all, the she-wolf knew she had the giant’s heart clutched tighter than she held him inside. He loved the synergy between all of them. 

"Wylis, who has bigger breasts? Me, or Ros?" Lyanna suddenly asked, hugging the redhead close beside herself. 

Was that a trick question? He gulped, seeing the two women so close to each other. He wondered if he could have both of them? The rule said he could be with multiple of them as long as it wasn't their bedchamber.

"Well…" He licked his lips, not in heat, but from nervousness. "Ros clearly has bigger ones."

"Aaaah!"

Lyanna suddenly pinched Ros' sensitive nipples and shifted away, acting grumpy. 

Wylis chuckled and waved at Lyanna, calling her over. His sweet wife melted right away and crawled to him. Then, he made her lean back against his chest in the water, and his hands massaged both her breasts. 

"I'll make them big and full soon," he whispered in her ear, leaving her blushing for all to see. 

And because Lyanna felt his cock throb against her ass, she knew he was horny for her. She melted further into his chest, just her head above the water now. 

"Elia." Wylis looked at the dark-skinned woman, her cheeks burning red and her eyes darting about like a cornered doe. "What would House Martell's reaction be if they saw you?"

"I'm curious about that too," Lyanna commented lazily, loving the attention of her husband so openly.

Elia frowned visibly, looking down. "Well… I suppose they will be relieved. Doran isn't foolish enough to scream it to the realm. But Oberyn… is impulsive. He may try to challenge the Crown or the Lannisters."

"Well, I'll beat his ass to a pulp then and make it a condition for him if he wants to do something foolish," Wylis confidently replied and eyed Anna, meekly seated beside Rhaella. "Are you prepared to take Lyanna's place, Anna?"

"My Lor—Wylis? I’m… I'm prepared."

"Oh, my Anna." Lyanna cooed, jumped out of Wylis' arms, and slid to hug Anna. "Don't worry, Wylis. I've taught Anna all about myself. She's like a sister I never had. Gods know how you managed to corrupt her, Wylis. She's too sweet."

"..."

Wylis laughed, as did the other ladies. He loved this, the moment, the air of calm and joy. 

"Ah, Ashara." He remembered something and eyed Ashara beside him, his arm once again over her back. "You being here is no secret, nor that you gave me the finest daughter a man could ask for. Is Lord Dayne still furious with me? I had hoped to set up a trade outpost in Starfall."

Ashara smiled wryly. "I… I haven't spoken with him in months. I have sent ravens but received no answer."

"Let's visit him personally in the near future, then. I had hoped Starfall might lend a hand with the trade I mean to begin. Its strength will be fast ships and easy roads to the ports. There is much in it for House Starfall, if they are willing.”

"What are you planning to trade in?" Elia asked then, still hiding herself in the water mostly. 

“Any fool can mimic it soon enough. Still, the first year or two will fill my coffers so well that I’ll not lose sleep over what I spend now. And once Robert gets his greasy fingers on it, I’ll care even less. He'll make sure I succeed.”

The women scratched their heads, still confused. That was when Lyanna sat up straight, frowning. "Still haven't answered the question. What is it?"

Wylis smiled and relaxed back, grinning because he already knew how they would react to it. 

"Something that's abundant in the North but non-existent in the South."

Still, the women stared at him with a hope for an answer. Lyanna was a moment away from jumping at him, done with his riddles.

"Ice. It’s ice."