The Northern Tyrant [Game of Thrones] Chapter 16 - Making of a Tyrant II: Lyanna’s Acceptance, First Trueborn & Into The Rebellion

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Qyburn went to rest. 

Wylis sat near the bed and watched Lyanna and his son sleep, wrapped in warm quilts. Other than thinking about telling her the truth, he was also planning on how to utilize those ten life points sitting in Tyrant's Squire. 

The baby was pretty chunky at birth, with his light blue eyes and hair a dark shade of brown. He hadn't given a name yet, but he'd already decided on it, and also the family name he was going to use. 

Ten points. He thought about it. If one point meant basic ability, then his son was born with one point in strength and one in vitality. That meant the base was already solid. His son was going to be strong and healthy, more than average folks. But at the same time, combining the ten points he had, his son would have twelve in total from birth. 

Adding one point on each birthday meant his son would max out in all five categories by the age of thirty-eight. If an average human took their entire lifetime to max out two categories, what would make his son who'd max out all of them before even hitting forty? 

Tyrant's Squire, ha? 

He was starting to grasp where it all was leading him. Children absolutely loyal to him, absolutely gifted in every category. Combined with his own strength and knowledge, and also the 100% Loyalty rewards, which made him genetically superior to other bloodlines. 

It was all leading him to become a respected and feared figure in Westeros. 

Wylis was tempted to just allot two points to each. But he stopped, realizing that Strength and Dexterity weren't as important in the initial years of the child. Not until the age of three, at least. Nobody expected the baby to start lifting weights. 

"Let's go with this, then."

Ting!

[Son(Bastard) - Lyanna Stark's
Life Points Available - 0]

[Strength - 1+1/10
Dexterity - 0+1/10
Intelligence - 0+2/10
Charisma - 0+5/10
Vitality - 1+1/10]

He did it, gave one point to Strength, one to Dexterity, two to Intelligence, five to Charisma, and one to Vitality. He went overboard on Charisma for one single reason. His son was going to be seen by many soon, including a lot of noble women and women in general. 

The plan was to soon spread rumors across Westeros among the women that Wylis' seed was strong, intelligent, something akin to mythical. And his son's charisma would be the final straw. A baby so beautiful, and Wylis was sure that as the baby would grow, he'd surpass his looks. 

Let's keep pumping Dexterity, Intelligence, and Vitality till he's three years old, and then pump Strength till he's eight. Then bring all categories to a parity of five, and continue with strength beyond that. 

He had a realistic desire. He wanted his son to be strong and intelligent. 

Eventually, he fell asleep seated on that crudely made, broken chair. Supervising baby births wasn't easy, and he was going to need a lot more help. Just Qyburn wasn't enough. So, he decided to spread the knowledge of dealing with childbirth complications, making it safer for women in general. That way, no matter where he'd sow his seed, he wouldn't have to worry. 

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A day passed, and Lyanna proved she was one strong woman. Just a day after giving birth, she started walking around as if nothing had happened. She looked fit, looked strong, and looked even more beautiful with that glow on her face. 

By all standards, she was pretty young, the same age as Wylis. So, he gave her some more care to ensure she'd grow even healthier. For now, he had no plans of putting another babe in her. Not until he had a permanent place for her to live. 

"Magnus?" Lyanna eyed Wylis while holding their son in her arms. "I was thinking of something Northern."

"Like what? Bron, Jon, Brandon, the same three names repeated for a thousand years?" Wylis retorted with a sneer. "No, our son deserves to stand apart. To be remembered."

Lyanna hummed and stared at her baby's face. He looked so cute that she felt butterflies in her belly. Like the most precious thing in the entire world. Perfect eyes, cute round face, chubby cheeks. She already knew he was going to break a lot of hearts. 

"What about the family name?" Lyanna asked. 

"Kaiser," Wylis replied sternly, choosing to continue his past surname in this world. "I'm taking that as my family name. House Kaiser will soon be a thing. And you, Lya—Ellyn Kaiser, will be its matriarch.”

Lyanna eyed him with raised brows, big grey eyes. Something between a smile and pride lingered on her lips. "Kaiser? Hmm. It’s new to me. What is it supposed to mean?

"Emperor."

"..."

At his blunt response, Lyanna went speechless. "Emperor" wasn't a new word to her, although it had no significance in Westeros. But the meaning behind it was so grand. 

"W-Wylis… Are you—"

“No, Lyanna, I’m not chasing any crown, and I never will. I swear that to you. But I do want to earn the weight of this name. Of course, we don't have to tell the meaning to anyone." Wylis proudly declared and brushed her cheek with quiet affection, then tapped the chest of the baby in her arms. "I have no desire to settle for mediocrity, even though I have no ambitions for grand titles."

"I believe you," She sweetly replied. "But... don’t forget, we haven’t sworn our vows yet.”

Wylis nodded and decided it was time to do it. Feeling nervous was unavoidable, but it was the necessary step to ensure his future. 

"About that… I love you, Lyanna. As a woman, as my dearest friend, as someone I can trust, and as someone I can be myself with. I wish to make you my wife and stand by those vows as a true knight would. But before we take that step, I must speak plainly. There is something you should know… Once you hear it, you may choose another road. And if you do… I will understand."

Lyanna's brows creased, sensing something ominous. She gulped, but nodded. That was all she could do. Her mind raced to anticipate what it was. "Well? Spit it out. We've been tripping over each other for years—what could you possibly say that I don’t already know?"

"My secret." 

Wylis took little Magnus from her arms and walked out of that ruined chamber in the ruined castle. He found Qyburn soon enough and handed the babe to him. Then, he grabbed Lyanna's hand and dragged her out. 

As the Vulture's Roost sat near the source of the Wyl river, he took her to the nearby lake's shore so no one could disturb them. It was in the middle of a valley deep in the Red Mountains. And right there was also an old Weirwood tree, not that big, however. It still had a face carved, but not as detailed anymore. 

Finally, Wylis stood still and eyed Lyanna. He measured his words carefully, planning where to even start. 

"Remember that day I collapsed and the seizures took me?"

She nodded. 

"Something shifted in me that day, Lyanna. For fourteen years, I was just the fat kid no one expected anything from—not even I did. Couldn't ride well, barely kept up in the stables. But then... something snapped. I don't even look like the same person now. It's strange, isn't it? Maybe it’s easier if I just show you."

Knowing that she was already 100% loyal to him, and that status didn’t change with time, he decided to be honest about it. Well, partially honest. He needed at least one person he could entrust everything to in case some emergency occurred. Someone to have his back.

Before Lyanna's curious eyes, Wylis looked towards a large boulder on the lake's shore. It was pretty big, as high as his knees, and as wide as his shoulders. It likely weighed double as what Lyanna did. 

"Ha!"

Wylis didn't need to make any sounds, but he did to show that he was doing it. He focused on the boulder and then punched the air with an uppercut. In the distance, that boulder flung upwards into the sky. 

BOOM!

Wylis then punched towards the boulder, and with a booming sound, it was sent flying away far into the distance, eventually landing on the other side of the lake and shattering into pieces. 

"W-WHAT?!" Lyanna exhaled, gawking, her jaw hanging wide open, eyes wide in disbelief. "H-How… What was that?"

But instead of replying, Wylis continued. He thumped his feet firmly and took a fighting pose like a boxer. 

Woosh!

Boom!

Woosh!

Bam!

He repeated the same thing but without stopping. Multiple boulders of different sizes, even bigger than the first one, flew in the air and got punched away. Finally, continuing that motion, Wylis leapt in the air towards the lake and slammed his right foot hard into the ground. 

WOOSH!

The land shook and cracked. A shockwave went towards the lake's direction, originating from his feet. Wylis continued using his hand, this time in a slow movement, as if trying to pull something out of the lake. 

And something did come out. 

Grrrrr~ 

Amidst the grinding and splashing sounds, a bridge appeared in the middle of the lake. Three feet wide, made of earth, going from where Wylis stood all the way to the other side of the lake. That was the current peak of his abilities, which was a lot considering he was just digging a tunnel earlier. 

He was sweating by the end of it, and started walking. He moved onto the bridge he'd just made and stood at its center, not wanting anyone to hear him at any cost. But he also wanted to make the bridge feel more real to her. 

Once Lyanna hesitantly followed him and reached the middle, Wylis moved his hand again and created a round stone bench behind her. 

"Sit, Lyanna. What I’m about to say won’t be easy to understand—and it may well enrage you." He advised her, though he loved how dumbstruck she looked. Even as she sat, she looked left and right in disbelief. It all felt like a dream. Dragons were more believable than a man moving the Earth like a toy. 

"Wylis… What is all this?"

"I call this Earthbending," Wylis replied, not sitting. "At first, it was just pebbles—barely a trick. But the more I practiced, the more control I gained. Honestly, I don’t know where the limit is. One day, maybe I’ll raise a whole castle from the ground. That’d be something."

"How?"

"I can’t explain it—I just can. And it’s not just this one thing. I have access to knowledge, medicine, shipbuilding, trade, building a castle, forging a sword, aiding childbirth, concocting poisons, knowledge that would make the Citadel kneel at my feet. But it all comes at a cost. Every time I tap into this knowledge, this gift, I trade away a piece of my lifespan. That day at Harrenhal, when I was poisoned? I almost didn’t make it. To purge that venom, I gave up ten years of my life. Ten years, gone in a breath."

Lyanna was taking deep breaths, looking visibly shaken. The wind in the middle of that lake was as calming as it was numbing. She stared at him for some time, piecing together what she knew. What she'd seen. He had changed a lot from the Wylis she knew at first. 

She recollected what Qyburn had said. That Wylis came up with knowledge that even a man like him coveted. She asked Wylis so many times how he knew it all. Each time he tried to change the topic. 

"H-How many years have you lost in total?"

"Thirteen, maybe a touch beyond. Not more than fifteen," Wylis replied, a hint of weight in his voice as he approached the end of his tale. "But I also found a way to regain the lost years. A way… That… I don't want to hurt you, Lyanna; that was never my intention. I’ll speak it true and without flourish: I gain back a year of my life with each child I father."

"What?!" Lyanna jumped to her feet, excitement written on her face. “So, with Magnus, you actually—wait, hold on. How did you even learn about this in the first place?”

There it was. Her expressions changed to seriousness, and receiving Wylis' hard glance, she realized where Wylis was leading to. What he meant by hurting her. She fell back onto that seat, her eyes shaking. Wylis was her first, her first love as well, and her ideal husband. She had already imagined a beautiful life with him. 

And before it began, she felt a deep crack form in it. 

Wylis quickly sat down on his knees before her, yet eclipsing her frame, still needing her to look up. He held both her hands in his warmly and with complete honesty, looked into her eyes. "Lyanna… I owe you the truth, no matter how hard it lands. I won't hide anything. While I was out chasing down bandits, I crossed paths with a woman, Wenda, a swordswoman. We rode together, and during that time, it happened. There were no feelings, no love—just a simple need, something my mind urged me toward. With her… I found out that I can regain my lost years."

He felt her hands clench within his grasp. He gripped them tightly. He could hear her hardening breath. He knew it was hard to accept. No woman in the world could accept the man she loves taking another woman to bed. As would he hate such a thing happening to him. 

"You can hate me for this, Lyanna. But I swear on my life, I don't love any of them. They may earn a corner in my mind, but my heart belongs to you." He said it, as cringy as it sounded. At that moment, it was all accepted. 

"Who else?" Lyanna asked in a whisper, passing through her clenched teeth. "You said each child. Who else?"

"Genna Lannister."

"What?!" 

Lyanna gazed at him in shock. Finding it hard to believe, knowing it likely happened before he became a knight. "Lord Tywin's sister?"

Wylis nodded, hiding nothing from her. “She was just as desperate as I was. After losing ten years to the poison, I was terrified something else would happen. While I was staying in Lannisport, she came to my chambers and… unashamedly asked me to put a babe in her. I saw it as a mere transaction; she received a babe, and I received a year of life."

Lyanna drank in a deep breath and sternly eyed him again. "And?"

"Queen Rhaella, but she chose to take the Moon Tea," Wylis revealed, as he was planning to do it again in the future.

"You fucked the Queen?!" Lyanna almost shouted, pressing a hand to her mouth. "What? H-How… Gods! What happened in the last few months?"

Wylis sighed and told her the entire story. From the moment he arrived at the Red Keep. How he was made a “jester” by the King, and how he was forced to fight the three Kingsguards. He even told her about his betrothal with Ashara and their subsequent physical relationship. But he broke the betrothal. He revealed what the King did to Rhaella, and that night he escaped. The night he saw the scars on the Queen's body. 

"I-I… I don't know if I should be impressed or enraged. Who else?" She asked.

"A brothel owner named Chataya. I fled King’s Landing through a hidden passage that opened right into her establishment. That… That's all. Wenda, Genna, and Chataya—they carry my… babe."

There was silence for a while. Lyanna looked towards the sky, at the lake, and at the bridge she was sitting on. It felt like a miracle and a bad dream at the same time. 

"Anything else that I should know?"

"I can… I can make sure any child born to me is gifted in strength, mind, beauty, and health—beyond what this world has seen.”

"And how many do you plan to have?"

That was a question Wylis didn't know how to answer. He had grand plans, and he needed to use the Shop for that. He needed knowledge and skills to become a lord and build a fief strong enough to survive centuries. 

"I can't answer that, Lyanna. I don't know how many I'll need. When I was in the King’s Court, the Mad King often threatened to burn me alive with Wildfire. I was terrified. I started searching for a way to survive it. Eventually, I found one, complete immunity to fire. But it would have come at a cost, sixty years of my life. There are even greater abilities. The ability to read minds, for instance, but that one would demand one hundred and seven years. More than I’ve even got left."

Lyanna gulped. It all sounded like a mummer's tale. But, having seen Wylis move earth, she made herself believe him. "How many years do you have left?"

"Sixty-one years, five months. Magnus added another year the second he opened his eyes."

"Then, if the Mad King had tried to burn you—"

Wylis gave a solemn nod. “Even if I had saved myself from the flames, I'd only have five months left to live.”

Some worry flashed on her face. She started to shuffle through all he'd said in her mind. Remembering every detail. It was a fact that he was going to sleep with women in the future. It was a fact that he was going to sire children. Learning that one babe meant one year, she knew she alone couldn't help him. 

But that didn't stop her heart from feeling wounded. She felt no shame in accepting that she was a selfish woman. She was possessive of what she liked. And Wylis was the most cherished person in her life. She didn't want to share him with anyone. She didn't want to be sidelined. She didn't want to lose his attention. 

"Wylis…" She spoke. "If… If we get married. What will we be? Us? How will—"

"Nothing changes," he interrupted and replied without hesitation. "Lyanna, you're the one I cherish above all. I won’t pretend otherwise—I love you. I’ll stay true to my vows as your husband and as the father of our children. Magnus, our firstborn, will carry forward everything I build. Other women might pass through my mind, but only you have a place in my heart. You’ll be Lady Kaiser—let no one forget it."

A faint smile curved on her lips. She looked at his face and caressed it with her hand. "It feels strange, this—us. But I do love you. I can't think of waking beside anyone else, not ever. And the thought of another's hands on me makes my skin crawl. And… I feel, even if we did it like rabbits, I’d still fall short of what you need."

Wylis quickly held her face in his palm gently, shaking his head. "Don’t say it like you’re to blame. What I have with you—this friendship, this love, this bond—I wouldn’t trade it for any lord’s promise. I doubt I’ll ever trust anyone as much as I trust you. You’re the only one who knows all my secrets, and I swear, I won’t hide a thing from you. Every woman who carries my child, you’ll hear her name from me… If you choose to. Still… I can’t help but think you’re a fool, Lyanna, falling for a stableboy who can offer you nothing."

"Aye, I guess I am a fool, but I suppose the fat cock helped convince me."

"..."

Wylis was speechless for a moment. Her abrupt, blunt response knocked all the melancholy out of him. And yet again, he was reminded why he was attracted to this woman. Not just a beauty, but also a great companion. A woman who could make him laugh and hard at the same time. 

Lyanna grinned at his reaction and leaned closer to him while seated on that bench. As Wylis was kneeling, she grabbed his face with both her slender hands and locked eyes with him. "Wylis—As long as you promise to never betray my trust. To never leave me. To never break my heart, I'll be yours as long as winter kisses the North."

Wylis set his large hands on her lithe waist and leaned even closer, resting his forehead against hers. "In that case, I'd say, you're stuck with me as is snow to the Land of Always Winter."

Lyanna giggled and leaned in for a kiss. 

There was nothing rushed or eager in it, only warmth. Her mouth pressed gently to his, tasting his breath, savoring the feel of being wrapped up in him again. His sheer size was still a sinful addiction; kissing him always felt like surrendering. She deepened the kiss just a little, and when her lips opened, his followed.

His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss didn't turn messy, but it grew heavier, hotter. Their lips moved in sync, then parted, tongues meeting in slow, warm strokes that left her trembling. His mouth engulfed hers like it always did, possessive and drowning. 

She could feel her breath melt away, her eyes fluttering shut without realizing it. Her arms looped up and around his neck, her body pulled flush to his chest, her face burning from the closeness. 

Gods, how she missed this. Being kissed like she was his, utterly and completely.

After what felt like hours, Lyanna and Wylis broke from the kiss. They smiled at each other's faces, drinking in the heated view. Without exchanging words, both of them knew they genuinely felt for each other. 

"Since we've got the Weirwood tree here, might as well get Qyburn to officiate," Wylis said, and moved to scoop one arm under both her legs and the other behind her back. With ease, he lifted her in a princess carry. 

"Ah!" Lyanna yelped. "I can walk."

"I know."

She weighed nothing to him, and honestly, he wanted to do it and feel her closer to his chest. He wanted to hold Lyanna near as long as he could before heading out for the Rebellion. He carried her all the way to the ruined castle and found Qyburn there. The old man was busy rocking baby Magnus in his arms. 

There, Wylis sent Lyanna to change her clothes. Although the Kingsguards had kidnapped her, they had also provided her with all she needed. As for Wylis, he didn't have anything fitting his size. He had two pairs of tunics and two pairs of breeches. Over them, he usually wore light armor. 

That day, he wore a clean pair of tunic and breeches and walked back to the lake. There, in front of the Weirwood tree, he and Lyanna stood side by side, while Qyburn was nearby. Unlike Southern marriages, Northern marriages didn't require a priest. Qyburn was just there to initiate the ceremonial conversation. 

Lyanna had a cloak attached to her back, and another one was prepared beforehand in Wylis' possession. 

"Before the Heart Tree, Ser Wylis Kaiser of the newly formed House Kaiser weds Lyanna Stark of House Stark. Lady Lyanna, do you take this man as your husband?" Qyburn voiced, also holding the baby in his arms at the same time.

"I take this man."

That was it. Northern ceremonies were short. Only Lyanna had to make the agreement, as the marriage was already believed to be initiated by the groom. So, once she agreed, Wylis and Lyanna joined hands and knelt before the heart tree and bowed their heads. Moments later, they stood up and said some silent prayers. 

Finally, Wylis turned to face her and took over her maiden's cloak, and placed the new bride's cloak around her shoulder. 

With that, the wedding was over. 

Ting!

[Tyrant's First Wife Detected!]
[Lyanna Stark - First Wife]

Ting!

[Newborn Status Updated!]
[Magnus Kaiser(Trueborn) - Lyanna Stark]

Ting!

[Lifespan increased by 4 years!]
[Remaining Lifespan - 65 Years 5 Months]

Ting!

[Customiser Update: A trueborn must stand above all others.]

[Magnus Kaiser(Trueborn) - Lyanna Stark
Life Points Available - 10]

[Strength - 2/15
Dexterity - 1/15
Intelligence - 2/15
Charisma - 5/15
Vitality - 2/15]

[Tip: Trueborn's upper limit increased. A trueborn's duty stands greater than a bastard's. Not merely peak, a trueborn must reflect the Tyrant's bloodline in every breathing moment. In every single talent.]

[TIP: Tyrant's Squire advises you to carefully distribute the ten Life Points. Beyond this, each nameday shall earn the Tyrant's offspring two Life Points.]

[Tip: 1 is basic and 10 is peak on the human scale. An average human can only achieve 10 points in two of the five categories in their entire lifetime.]

What the… What? 

Wylis was overjoyed that the status changed once he married. He gained four more years. But at the same time, he was confused about the increased upper limit. If 10 was already considered peak. What would 15 make his trueborn children? Also, a trueborn received two points on each birthday. The Tyrant's Squire was clearly trying to make Trueborn and Bastards distinct.

Slightly overwhelmed by how vastly different the two statuses were, he decided to assign the Life Points later. He moved ahead with the final part of the wedding ceremony. 

Now, the customs said that he was supposed to carry her to the feast, but it was just the three of them. 

Still, Wylis lifted her in his arms yet again and carried her back to the ruined castle. They had already put a freshly caught game on the fire to roast. 

As he walked behind Qyburn, he whispered to Lyanna. "I just felt something."

"Hm?" She looked at his face. 

"As soon as we wed, I received four more years." He revealed, wanting her to feel superior to all the other women he'd pump his seed into. "It seems, trueborn children grant me five years and bastards only one year."

"Oh? That means… Just one more with me and you'll gain the lost ten years!" Lyanna asked in excitement, not even bothering to consider that Wylis might marry another woman. 

He couldn't, actually, not anytime soon. Although the Northern faith didn't explicitly restrict polygamy, it was generally frowned upon, especially by the faith in the South. It used to be a thing back in the days before the Aegon's conquest when local kings existed. Now, even the Targaryen kings didn't do it. So, if Wylis wanted to do it and be accepted, he'd need to change a lot of things. Hold a lot of strength and sway so no one would dare cry about it.

"Not only that, I realized it now, I can make our trueborn children grow even stronger than what I first thought. Strong enough that no one in all of Westeros could match them, not even those I've fathered elsewhere. Magnus… he might become the greatest legend the realm has ever known.”

The more Lyanna listened to him, the more excited she felt for her son. She'd already seen how beautiful he looked. With intelligence and strength combined, there would be no match. But more than that, she started craving a daughter now just to see how beautiful she'd be. 

"I want a daughter next," she declared. 

Wylis chuckled and shrugged. "If the Gods will it, we'll have one."

Soon, they arrived at the ruined castle. Wylis put Lyanna down and let her feed Magnus. Qyburn went back to doing what he always did, playing with medicines. Wylis went to the fire and prepared the meat. 

Ting!

However, as much as he loved that bell, he hated it when it rang at unexpected times. Nothing good ever came out of that. 

[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]

[Name: Ashara Dayne
Age: 20
Occupation: Ex-Betrothed, Friend
Current Loyalty: 43%
Status: Impregnated]

How?!

Wylis froze just as he was removing the cooked meat. A vein popped on his forehead, confusion dawning. Why, why such a delay? He got the notification right away when he bred Wenda, Genna, Chataya, and Rhaella. But Lyanna took so much time, and now Ashara. Heck, he didn't even cum inside Ashara the last time he met her. 

Quickly, he removed the food from the fire and went to Lyanna as she was breastfeeding. He knelt in front of her and asked. 

"Lyanna, when did you first know you were with child?”

She frowned, but thought about it intently. "It was… some time before I found out that you were knighted in King's Landing."

Wylis took into account that the information took time to travel. Considering that, he deemed it safe to believe that she found out about her pregnancy right when he entered the Red Keep to give the bandit heads. It was also then that he received the notification of Lyanna's pregnancy. 

So it depends on the woman acknowledging it? 

It was confusing to him. That idea made sense for Wenda, Chataya, and Genna since his and their intent was a babe anyway. But Rhaella, he didn't know anything about that. Why would the Queen desire to be bred anyway? It was a death sentence for her. 

Yet, the theory made the most sense. It had been over a month and a half since he had bedded Ashara back in the Red Keep. By now, she had likely realized that she'd missed her moonblood, alongside other subtle symptoms.

Lyanna, a little too good at reading her husband, solemnly asked. "Who is it?"

"It wasn’t supposed to happen, Lyanna. She didn’t want this—none of us did. It’s Ashara Dayne… she’s with child." Wylis confessed, worried. "She… She might do something drastic. Like jumping off a cliff. Fuck, I must ride—now."

“Seven hells, Wylis, do you want to get yourself killed? You’re hunted. You know that. A million golden dragons is the reward on your head." Lyanna scolded him angrily. "Let me do this, Wylis. I’m not Lyanna anymore. I’m Ellyn now. A mother, a stranger. No one looks twice at a girl carrying a babe. I'll visit her and… I'll think of something."

Wylis scratched his head in frustration. He didn't want to put Laynna in unnecessary risk anymore. He wanted her to reach Old Town right away and live there till the Rebellion's end. He felt the lack of trustworthy manpower at that moment. 

Fuck!

Cursing, he tried to think of the best route for Lyanna to travel. 

“Then I’ll see you through the Princess Pass all the way to Blackmount. From there, you take the boat down to Starfall. Once you're there, find Ashara and get a ship to Oldtown. You’ll be safe there.”

"Oldtown? Why? Safe from what?"

"..."

Ah, shit! 

Wylis just remembered. He hadn't told her about the rebellion yet. 

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Starfall, Dorne.

Ashara Dayne rested on the bed in her bedchamber. Although she was flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, she felt as if the world was rotating, the bed was moving underneath. She didn't know if it was a symptom or just her fear. 

W-What should I do now? How can this happen? H-He didn't… He didn't finish in me! 

Ashara was as confused as Wylis. But she was more scared. She'd already told her brother that she wasn't going to marry Wylis, and that the King's announced betrothal was dead. Yet now there she was, carrying the babe of the man who was in love with someone else. 

It's my fault. I should've never gone to his chamber. I… I asked him for one last time. Gods, Wylis is already marked with a large bounty.

And yet, she found herself stupidly worrying for Wylis. It was hard to tell if she was in love, but she knew she was smitten by that man. Everything about him made her feel weak. His smile, his face, his body, his voice, the way he carried himself. And when he played with Rhaenys, she felt things she shouldn't have. 

I'm so… so stupid. 

It embarrassed her that she was less worried about the pregnancy. She was less scared of birthing a babe. Instead, she was more fearful of the damage it would cause her House. 

She gulped, her purple eyes shaking. 

W-Who… is the woman he loves? 

That question she had asked herself too many times. She wanted to at least know for whom she was rejected. 

In the end, all she could do was caress her belly and ponder. A way out, a way to fix the problem, and a way to save her family's honor. 

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Vulture's Roost, eight days later. 

All preparations had been made to resume the journey. It was time to leave that ruined castle, and the last night there had approached. Yet, the air was full of depression and silence. Lyanna was told about the rebellion and what happened to Rickard and Brandon. 

She blamed herself for it right away. She blamed herself for running from Winterfell. She cried, smacked her head against Wylis' chest. He comforted her by sharing the blame. That he should have never let her go, or maybe should have returned to Winterfell. 

It pained him to see her cry so much. He tried to help her gather herself. He told her that Ned was out there battling as they sat there. That the North was going into battle against the South. Against the Targaryens. 

Just hearing about the Targaryens, Lyanna seethed. She cursed Rhaegar and the Mad King in every breath. She cursed them for a fate worse than death. And Wylis promised that to her. 

It took time before she stopped weeping. Then it took another day for her to gather her thoughts. She still had Ned and Benjen, so she tried to think about them. 

On the last night, Lyanna rested on the bedding after feeding the babe. Wylis then tucked the babe carefully after ensuring he was clean and asleep. Diapers weren't a thing, so it was somewhat bothersome. 

Finally, he crawled into the bedding. The ruined castle had enough space for some partially destroyed rooms. Qyburn slept where he made his small lab, and Wylis rested elsewhere with Lyanna. 

Using some makeshift pillows, Wylis lay down beside his wife and pulled her into his arms, making her head rest on his bicep while facing him. She was awake, silent, her grey eyes dry and red from all the sobbing. 

"You’ve got to be strong now, Lyanna." He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. "The next few months will be tough. I'll join the rebellion and fight alongside Ned and Robert. The Targaryens have to fall—only then can I shake this damn bounty."

Lyanna nodded, rubbing her hand over his chest. It was pretty warm down South there so they were wearing simple, thin clothes. Lyanna was in a thin cotton gown. 

Wylis hugged her tighter, possessive of her. “After all this madness ends, I’ll have my own lands, a keep to call ours, and a Lord’s name to wear with pride. That’s my vow to you.”

"Wylis…" She murmured. 

He tilted his face to look at hers. Those grey eyes were on the verge of crying again. 

"Make love to me."

Wylis frowned. "It’s for your well-being. We should wait six weeks—four, at the very least.”

"Just a little." She insisted with a pleading voice. "Not rough. Just… enough to pull me under. I want to feel only you… nothing else. Please, make everything else go quiet."

In that faint, flickering candlelight, Wylis eyed the sleeping baby in the makeshift crib. Then, he nodded at Lyanna. "I'll be slow and gentle."

Quickly, Wylis removed his cotton tunic and trousers without getting up. He then dragged Lyanna's loose gown up and removed that as well. As both of them lay naked, Wylis shifted sideways beside her, like a massive wall eclipsing a pebble. 

Lyanna also turned sideways towards him, he scooted closer to her, dug one forearm under her head, keeping his torso raised on one elbow. Then, he leaned his face in to kiss her, at the same time, his other hand went down, caressing her soft belly, then between her toned legs. She willingly raised her knee and rested it on Wylis's waist, allowing him easy, wide access to her petals. 

"Ummmmh…" Lyanna moaned into his lips instantly.

The sound vibrated through his mouth, soft and needy, as if everything inside her was coming loose all at once. Her fingers threaded into his thick hair, clutching at his scalp, his nape, his jaw, like she couldn’t decide which part of him she needed more. 

Her kiss grew slippery, greedy. She suckled on his tongue, whimpering softly into the hot seal of their mouths, her nails scraping gently over his shoulder as her knee lifted higher along his side.

Wylis answered with quiet hunger, his lips never leaving hers, but his movements careful. She was slight, barely taking up half the bedding. His arms could have wrapped twice around her waist. And with a cock the size of his, he’d learned restraint the hard way. He couldn’t afford to lose himself in her fully, not tonight, even if she was one of those who enjoyed that side of him.

His hand drifted down the plane of her belly, fingers spreading wide to feel the tender softness there, then lower. 

Her legs opened for him instinctively, and she breathed against his mouth as he cupped her mons with one broad palm.

His middle finger found the heat of her core, teasing along her warm folds in lazy strokes. She was already wet, slick with need, sticky with anticipation. He smeared her slick around with care, coating her swollen lower lips. Then he finally pushed that thick, calloused finger inside her. 

“Ahhhh…” The moan she let out was deep and helpless. 

It was as if her mind was slipping free of everything: Winterfell, the rebellion, the grief. All gone. Only this remained, only him.

Their kisses deepened. Her tongue tangled with his, and he could feel the tension draining from her limbs as he slowly fingered her, pressing deep with that one thick digit, never rushing. Her body responded to him, lazy clenches, sweet throbs that pulsed around his finger like a warm, wet mouth.

She broke the kiss only to gasp against his lips. “Mmmm… Yes… a little more… Wylis…”

He groaned softly and obeyed. His middle finger pumping in and out of her slowly, the drag of his knuckles tugging at her opening with every pass. The friction of his calloused fingertip stroked along her inner walls, not hard, not deep, just enough to make her melt. His thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles.

“Ummmh… Ugnnn…” Her moans rose and fell, breathy and low. A steady stream of them slipped from her mouth with every movement of his hand. 

Her lashes fluttered, her hips rolled into his touch. Her pussy didn’t clamp down hard, but it fluttered with every stroke, throbbing around his finger.

Wylis’s brow furrowed, still cautious but highly aroused nonetheless. He never let up his gentle rhythm. If anything, he slowed down more, letting her savor the feeling while coating his fingers with her honey. Then, he added a second finger.

Lyanna whimpered, throwing her head back as the added width filled her deeper. Her walls spread to accommodate him, trembling with the stretch. 

The pads of his fingers curled inside her, finding every tender spot she had, dragging across them with precision. He kept his thumb steady on her clit, flicking and circling as he fucked her open with thick, slow strokes.

“Ooooooh! C-Close… so… oh, close!” she moaned, body writhing onto his hand.

Wylis didn’t try to quiet her. He let her scream, let her come.

He shifted his massive frame lower, hunching his back to reach her more easily. She was so lithe, so delicate, he had to curl down like a great beast folding over his treasure. His mouth found her breast, round, full, flushed pink with heat. He latched on, suckling gently, his tongue lapping over her nipple in slow circles as his fingers thrust into her soaking cunt.

Her body had changed in quiet, beautiful ways. She remained slender overall, her frame still delicate like a winter blossom, but motherhood had softened her. Her hips had flared just slightly, her thighs fuller now, curved with a gentle plushness that made Wylis’s mouth water. 

And her breasts… gods, her breasts were round and heavy, filled with the sweet weight of nurturing nectar. They rested, ripe against his face, the nipples darker red, fuller, flushed from arousal.

He latched onto one of them again, suckling with more purpose now. Warm milk coated his tongue, sweet, creamy, and faintly fragrant. He groaned against her skin, his mouth sealing tighter as he pulled gently, letting the fluid spill over his lips. 

Lyanna gasped, her hands flying to his head. She cradled him, clutching him with both arms as if trying to press him deeper, feeding him more, her fingers tangling in his hair with wild need. “Ahhh… Wylis… Gods…”

The sounds coming from her were almost feral now. Moans edged with something desperate.

His fingers didn’t stop.

They pumped in and out of her with more force now, still not rough, never rough, but hard enough to make her hips jerk with each thrust. Her pussy squelched with each push, sucking at his thick digits.

Beneath them, her arm was trapped between their bodies, but her hand had found his cock, and she held it like a lifeline. Thick, hot, and alive.

Her fingers wrapped tightly around his girth, squeezing it with trembling knuckles, feeling the way it throbbed in her grip. She didn’t stroke it, just held it possessively, her grip so tight it made his entire body tense.

He growled low in his throat, mouth moving to her other breast now, latching on and pulling harder this time. Milk spilled down her chest, glistening on his chin, his cheeks, smeared across her flushed skin. He made a mess of her, licking, sucking, drinking her like she was some chalice overflowing with warmth.

“Mmmmgh! Yes, yes…” Lyanna rocked her hips harder onto his fingers, her breath breaking into short, high gasps.

Wylis let go of her nipple with a wet pop and kissed his way up her chest, trailing sticky milk along her skin. When he reached her mouth, he caught her lips in another kiss, but this time, he let her taste herself.

Her nectar was still warm on his tongue, and she moaned into the kiss as her hands flew up to cradle his face. She drank him down like he was air and she was drowning. Her lips, her tongue, her need pressed against his as her orgasm overtook her completely. A very messy one at that.

Her body arched in his arms, shivers pulsing through her like a lightning strike. She broke the kiss just to cry out, head tilting back, eyes shut tight as she came. It wasn’t explosive, but it was overwhelming, wet. Her pussy leaked in wet pulses around his fingers, a warm slick trickling down his knuckles, dripping onto his palm and making an utter, sticky, soaked mess.

“Mmmmh…” she whimpered, her thighs twitching as the sensations rolled through her in languid waves. Her body squirmed against his, too sensitive now, trembling under the intensity of it all.

Wylis didn’t move until the last tremor had passed. His hand kept rubbing her scorching hot cunt, maintaining that high for her no matter how messy it became.

That should do it. 

Wylis finally removed his hand and stopped kissing her. However, Lyanna started stroking his cock right then. She stared at his face while biting her lips, her hand picking up speed, making her entire body shake, especially those beautiful, round orbs on her chest.

But he saw the tiredness in her grey eyes, half-lidded with satisfaction

“Shh…” He grabbed her stroking hand and stopped her. Sure, he was horny, but again, he was usually always horny. “Go to sleep now. It’ll be a long day tomorrow.”

“But…”

“Sleep, Lyanna. Don’t make me spank you now.” He pushed her hand away.

Lyanna laughed quietly, overwhelmed with love, her expression glowing with adoration. He was a giant made for battle, and yet somehow just the amount of gentleness she needed. Protective, patient, and concerned about her well-being. A beautiful beast of a husband she would follow into fire if need be.

Sighing, as she rested on the bed, she looked down between them, his hand an utterly drenched mess of her doing. “Mmm… gods, I made such a mess.”

Wylis chuckled, the sound echoing in his chest as he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and pulled her into his chest, holding her there possessively.

“Of course, the bigger the guy, the bigger the mess,” he said smugly.

“Hehe…”

She giggled and slowly fell asleep in his arms. Wylis just used his discarded tunic to wipe his hands. He didn't disturb her peaceful slumber, knowing they were going to be separated for months soon. 

Rebellion hah?… Time to earn some fame. 

####

"Qyburn, watch over Lyanna. When this rebellion’s behind us, we’ll finally have a proper place to settle. Somewhere we can do real work." Wylis handed the old man fifty gold dragons and gave Lyanna a bigger bag with a hundred of the same coins. The coins being so heavy, giving any more was simply unreasonable. 

He personally had plenty more since he’d also emptied Rhaegar’s secret vault under the Tower of Joy. The location of which he received as a reward from the Tyrant’s Squire. It had a few thousand gold Dragons. More than he could carry. So, he’d now buried the chest in Vulture’s Roost instead. So deep that only he could reach it.

Qyburn nodded, showcasing unwavering confidence. Wylis had kept sprinkling knowledge on the old man, and it had only made Qyburn more eager to learn. 

Finally, Wylis kissed Lyanna and took Magnus in his arms. He looked at his son's face, awake, looking back at him. And then, he summoned the Tyrant's Squire to allot the Life Points. He wanted to see the change happening in real time. See if it was even possible. 

[Magnus Kaiser(Trueborn) - Lyanna Stark
Life Points Available - 0]

[Strength - 2+2/15
Dexterity - 1+1/15
Intelligence - 2+2/15
Charisma - 5+3/15
Vitality - 2+2/15]

This time, Wylis chose to make the Life Points spread more evenly. But still, he gave more points to Charisma to ensure his initial intent was intact. Ten being the peak, his son was already at eight points in Charisma. 

Holy shit!

And he saw it happen in real time. Magnus's brows changed, nose changed, not in size but in position. It became more symmetrical, more perfect, and those blue eyes gained a sparkle, nothing unnatural but rather enchanting. He could already see women going crazy over them. 

"Take care of your mum, and don't cry too much." Wylis softly ordered and handed the boy back to Lyanna. 

They had already arrived near Blackmont. As Dorne wasn't much affected by the rebellion, the area was rather safe. Even bandits were rare since most had gone north to use the rebellion to hide their activities. 

Once again, Lyanna hugged Wylis, emotions reflected in her eyes. "Don't die on me."

"Hah! Wife, just wait. You'll start hearing legends about me soon. This whole rebellion’s a mess—bloody, wild—but soon, they'll call it the Northern Giant's playground." Wylis proudly proclaimed. "You best start brushing up on how to run a castle, Lady Kaiser."

Lyanna giggled and nodded, moving on to climb the gentle horse, a mare. She looked different now, her hair was cut short in a wolf-cut, and some chemicals were used by Wylis and Qyburn to make her hair seem more brown. "I trust you—And don't worry about Ashara."

He just nodded at that. It felt uncomfortable to send her alone, but he had no other choice. Going there personally would mean attacking Starfall and kidnapping Ashara, even if she were to come willingly.

"Qyburn! Don't forget what we discussed—Start sending ravens when you reach Old Town."

"I understand, Ser Wylis." Qyburn waved and moved his horse. 

Waving his hand, Wylis watched the two figures disappear down the hilly road. In the far distance, the castle of House Blackmont was visible, along with a somewhat busy river port. He kept waving until he couldn't see them anymore. 

He felt a little sad. He'd never expected he'd feel so attached to someone in his life. He was never in his previous one. But now, he cherished what he'd built. His relationship with Lyanna and his chubby, strong son. 

And that also gave him motivation to keep moving and rising. 

"Neighh~"

Wylis chuckled when he felt Caliburn nudge him on the back. "Yeah, it's just you and me now, Caliburn."

####

Ashford, The Reach.

"Hold your ground, you sons of the storm! Don't let those flowery cunts shove you back! Kill 'em all! Push the Reach bastards into their graves!"

Robert Baratheon roared at the top of his lungs. It was a battle of do or die, and his confidence was high after his victory at Summerhall. He'd already united the Stormlands behind himself, and now he wanted to take over Ashford in order to secure the Stormlands' western flank. 

However, running into a Tyrell army under Lord Randyll Tarly's command wasn't his plan. But still, Robert wasn't one to retreat. He faced Randyll head-on. But it soon started to prove a mistake as the Tyrell forces started to overrun his army. The Tyrells were simply too big a threat, and they could muster the largest army in the realm. 

"Strong! Steel your hearts and fight! I swear I'll cut down Tarly myself!" Robert kept roaring to keep his men's morale high. But he knew he had limited time before the main force of the Tyrell host under Mace Tyrell's command joined. If that were to happen, he'd be fucked. 

Clash!

Clank!

The men dropped on both sides. But soon, just as Robert sliced one Quentin Tyrell, Lord Cafferen, from his own side, also fell. Things weren't moving anywhere, and he could feel that Tarly was stalling it to let Mace Tyrell arrive. 

"Haaaaah!" Robert was personally unstoppable, slamming his hammer left and right on the men. No one could truly stand against him. 

But a war wasn't won with a single warhammer. He needed men, and they were dying around him slowly. The real plan was to march north and meet with Ned. But it was now in shambles. 

God damn fucking Tarly!

Robert grunted and looked for any way out, just in case. But just as he was looking, he noticed a distant hill in the great distance. Ashford sat between hilly areas, and they were pretty much battling in a valley. 

Who… the fuck is that?

Robert noticed the shadow of a lone man on the distant hill, sitting atop a horse. He couldn't see any features since the sun was right behind the man, masking him in its brightness. What he could tell was that the man was unnaturally tall, as was the horse. 

There were only two men in Westeros that Robert knew were so tall. One was his enemy, and the other was his great friend. And he really hoped it wasn't the first one because, although he was confident about winning, he didn't want another distraction in an already losing battle.

"No retreat, damn you! Drive ‘em back—shatter their bones!"

####

Wylis crossed the Harvest Hall, the seat of House Selmy, and moved towards Ashford after confirming that the battle of Summerhall had happened. He did come across a few folks along the way, but none stopped him. Even the men armed with blades didn't stop him. Their eyes told him that they knew about the bounty, but they also knew the dangers. 

As he rode atop a few hills, he finally closed in on Ashford. The place was shrouded in loud noises of an ongoing battle. So, instead of running headfirst, Wylis stopped at the last hill and looked at the battlefield. 

He knew the history, or in that case, the future. Robert was going to lose the battle and retreat, forced into hiding. So, Wylis considered not joining the battle there, and instead head North and join Ned.

Ting!

"Tsk… What is it now?"

He was expecting something ominous. Instead, it was something auspicious.

[New Side Quest - The God of War
Description - Win every battle in the rebellion. A Tyrant does not fear loss, for he never loses.
Reward - Location of every treasure ship sunk around the Westerosi coast.]

Ting!

"More?!"

[New Side Quest - Can’t Touch Me
Description - Take no damage beyond flesh wounds during the entire rebellion. A Tyrant needs no armor, for he’s untouchable.
Reward - Location of every buried treasure in Westeros since the dawn of mankind.]

Ting!

"A bonanza!" Wylis was on cloud nine.

[New Side Quest - Bloodline Terminator
Description - A Tyrant always aims for the head. Kill Rhaegar Targaryen, Aerys II Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen, and Viserys Targaryen.
Reward - New Title, Worldwide fame, Method of forging Valyrian Steel.]

"That's… a lot of juicy rewards. Caliburn, I think we'll go a little excessive after all. No holding back!"

"Neeeeiiighhh!"

"I'll take that as a—fuck yeah!"

So, Wylis grabbed the reins and verbally clicked his tongue to signal Caliburn to move. Slowly, the horse picked up speed, and at the same time, instead of his sword, Wylis grabbed his bow and arrow from the saddle.

At the same time, he summoned the Tyrant's Squire to buy a skill. 

Ting!

[Horseback Archery - 5 Months (Reduced from 1 year due to pre-existing Horse Riding Mastery.)]

Shwoooo~

In mere moments, the first arrow went out. 

Slicing through the wind.

Accurate.

Aimed for the head.

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Question: Rhaegar and Aerys' fates are fixed. But what about Aegon(Elia's son) and Viserys(Daenerys' brother)?

In order to complete that third Side Quest - Bloodline Terminator, they'll all need to die. Of course, they're kids, so I'm gonna have them die indirectly, instead of Wylis shoving his sword into them.

Choice 1: Kill them all. All male Targaryens.

Choice 2: Kill Viserys(Daenerys' brother) but keep Aegon(Elia's son) alive.

Choice 3: Kill Aegon(Elia's son) but keep Viserys(Daenerys' brother) alive.

Choice 4: Keep them both alive.