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Riverlands,
The battle was over. It was the second night after the rebel victory. That night, the army organized a small feast as they were to march to King's Landing the next morning.
But that night, a guest approached the vast army camp. A short-statured, brown haired woman draped in Northern-style robes, holding a babe in her arms. She rode a horse proudly, a sword tied to her waist at the same time.
"Halt!" The sentries at the camp's edge stopped her. "Who are you?"
"I'm Linda, here to see Wylis."
"Ser Wylis?" The sentries frowned. "Why? He's with the King. You can't meet him."
"He won't even look at the bitch who bore him a son?" Wenda spat in the dirt, shifting the child in her arms to show them. "Ten heartbeats, that's all you get. Stand aside, or I'll cut you. Raise steel at me, and Wylis will cut you deeper."
"..."
That was the strangest threat they'd heard in their life.
"Uh… the babe does look like Ser Wylis," one of the sentries commented.
"Very… plump," another said. "Follow us… uh… my Lady?"
Wenda nodded her head, her eyes serious. "Lead the way."
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A feast was held under the open skies. The tables were set, and the chairs were added. The new King sat at his table, feasting, talking, and laughing. On each of his sides sat his most trusted, Wylis and Eddard.
"Ha! I smacked Ned's arse with the flat of my sword, and he nearly leapt out of his skin. Gods, I laughed until I thought I'd burst. Seven, those were days worth living!" Robert roared, ale sloshing from his cup. "But you, Wylis. You were the first to slam me on the ground."
Wylis shrugged, sipping on some wine. "You're just too fat for others to handle, Robert."
"Ha! Fat, you say? This is good, honest muscle, forged in battle and drink. You should've seen me in the Vale. Every lady and her daughter would've lined up to jump on my cock if I so much as crooked a finger."
Really, Wylis didn't know if that was a lie. Robert really was a womaniser, and currently, he looked great too. Not fat at all.
"Men!" Robert suddenly raised his cup of wine, his words slurring. "We've had a hundred toasts tonight, but one more won't kill us. This one's for a friend I earned with steel and brawl. Ser Wylis, the Tyrant of the Trident, my good frien—what's this now?"
Clank!
Clank!
Right then, two Stormlands' soldiers arrived with a woman sternly following behind them. She stood out there, in that sweat-scented camp of men. In that feast ground, only nobles and knights were present.
"And who might this be? A lovely sight for sore eyes, I'll say that." Robert eyed the woman.
Creak!
But it was Wylis who had stood up, not frowning, but rather smiling like a buffoon.
"We—Linda!"
"You bastard!" Wenda roared back, silencing the entire hall with her loudness. "You lying swine! You swore you'd be there! You swore to see me through! I tore your son screaming into the world with no one there but me!"
Robert confusedly pointed at himself, but then realized Wylis was standing beside him.
All eyes were focused on Wylis now.
"Oh! Is she?" Robert excitedly stood up. "Is she your wife, Wylis?"
Wylis shook his head, awkwardly smiling. He truly felt guilty about what happened with Wenda. He'd promised to send Qyburn to her, but Lyanna's sudden pregnancy changed everything. "She's not… but aye, the babe's mine."
"Damn right it is! Nineteen bloody hours he took, squalling to get out! I was alone the whole cursed time, spitting your name through my teeth!" Wenda raged and walked over to the table, and shoved the baby in his arms. "I nearly died."
Shit! He looks… just like me. Wylis held the chunky baby in his arms and stared at the face. Blue eyes, brown hair, nose like his own, but lips like his mother's.
"Hah! Planting seeds already, are you?" Robert roared with laughter at the sight of the child. "Seven hells, Wylis, you're no better man than I!"
"Linda." Wylis walked around the table, ignoring sneering Eddard. "Come with me."
Towering like a giant before her, he gently grabbed Wenda's hand and led her out of the feast. He heard laughter behind his back, but it didn't bother him. What bothered him was that Wenda was upset, and she had every right to be.
He led her into his personal dwelling, a private tent erected near the King's own. It was also guarded by some Northern soldiers. While it wasn't as lavish as Robert's, it was still comfortable with fur bedding, an armor crate, and a metal locker with keys.
Finally, he covered the tent's entrance with the curtain and set the torch near the central pole.
"Wenda, forgive me," Wylis apologized genuinely. There was no shame in doing it when he felt wrong. "I gave my word I would come, and I meant to keep it. After I struck down a hundred bandits, I went to the King. He made me a knight, swore me to his Queen's guard. But it was a trap—he sought to give me over to some ancient Valyrian sacrifice I had to run and hide, and he put a million dragons bounty on my head."
"A million?!" Wenda exclaimed in shock. The North was already too secluded, and since she lived amongst smallfolk, it was even harder to know details. "I… I knew you were being hunted, but this. And what are they saying? The sentries said that you killed Rhaegar Targaryen? Did you? I know you're a vicious brute, but… did you really?"
Wylis nodded and stepped closer to Wenda, keeping their son in his arms. He brushed a hand gently across her cheek. "I did it, Wenda. I killed Ser Jonothor, Prince Lewyn, and Prince Rhaegar. I ended the rebellion. I even have a family name now—Kaiser. And Robert offered me a lordship, but I held off. I'll take it once he's truly King."
Wenda was awestruck. With her head just reaching his chest, she looked up at his face, which she still had to accept was handsome. "You did all that?"
Wylis nodded.
"And… What was that about? That bloody man, the new King? Said something about your woman? You wed someone or what?"
"I did. I met her before the tourney, and… well, we fell in love. I married her while I was in hiding from the Mad King," Wylis spoke plainly, scanning her face for judgment but finding none. "I haven't seen her in a while. This wretched rebellion… but it's finally over."
Silence fell between them, just their breaths audible.
"So…" Wylis spoke. "What do you wish to do next? I'll accept whatever you decide."
Wenda frowned and looked down, still feeling her face nestled in his large, rough hand. "I won't lie. Aside from shitting a kid out, life in Winter Town was soft as a bitch. Your gold was plenty. Maids served, cooked, cleaned… Fucking hell, I've never lived like a queen before."
Wylis stopped caressing her face and placed a hand on her soft waist. "Soon, I'll have a castle to my name and lands to rule over. It'll be a big castle."
"Aren't you married? I just gave you a bastard."
"And I'd like a few more," he said, leaning toward her face. "She knows. I've told her about you and our babe. She does not mind. Honestly, Wenda, I want as many children as I can. That's the life I hope for."
Wenda frowned because it did sound crazy. She'd never known a noble who actively sought to sire bastards. Yet, she considered that offer. Her life as a bandit was over; she knew it. After living in Winter Town with comfort, she knew it'd only get better living as Wylis' paramour in his castle.
Finally, she looked down at the baby in a bundle between them. She once told Wylis she'd leave after giving birth, but… it was impossible not to grow attached to the child you carried in your womb for nine months. And then cared for more than a year.
"Wylis… swear you won't toss our boy aside? I don't give a damn if he's your bastard. If you're gonna make him scrub stables, eat like a dog, or turn your back on him later, I'm taking him and leaving. That's it."
"Wenda." Wylis wrapped his arm around her waist harder and pulled her close, flat against his chest, feeling her full breasts squeeze. He leaned his face down, his breath grazing her cheeks. "Our boy will train as I do, learn the ways of a trueborn knight. He will eat where I eat, wear what I wear. I'll make love to you, won't if you don't want me to—I give you my word."
Wenda's eyes flashed with bliss, and her usually hardened face blushed. With her hand, she touched Wylis' face and smiled. "Kiss me."
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