He chuckled and stopped kissing her beautiful, blushing face with a last peck on her faint facial scar.
"Wenda, you must head back to Winter Town. I'll head to King's Landing to end the rebellion for good. I'll be back soon, and the next time I'm inside you, it'll be in my castle." Wylis told her, intimately, warm and slick in sweat against each other. "I'll be there for our second babe."
Tired, nodding, Wenda panted and planted her face flat against his shoulder. "Y-You… better… be there… this time. I was… so scared."
With a lot of guilt, he hugged her tighter and just held her there. He was hard still, but he knew she wasn't in the mood to do more. So, he just held her in his arms, even as he lay down. So what if she was once a proud, famed bandit?
She was still a woman whom he had left vulnerable, all alone in a foreign town.
I should plan better for future pregnancies.
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Wylis really needed that rest before heading to King's Landing. With how much he planned to do there, he needed to be at the top of his physical state. And thanks to Wenda, he was in the best state of mind as well.
Just three hours after bedding Wenda and sowing yet another seed, he woke up, washed himself with a wet cloth, and prepared to leave. He didn't want to waste time and reach King's Landing early. Especially now that the Lannister movement had been confirmed.
He gave one last kiss to Wenda and hugged his son, whom she'd named Simon, after the founder of her outlaw group, Simon Toyne. While it wasn't to Wylis' liking, he couldn't complain since he wasn't there for her.
After that, in the dark of the early morning, he left the camp discreetly. He left behind a letter with Wenda that she was supposed to hand to Robert or Eddard in the morning. It was just a request for guards to escort her to Winter Town, and Wylis's admission that he left for King's Landing early.
Following that, it was just Wylis, Caliburn, his trusted sword, and the long, empty road. He didn't wear plated armor this time, just a padded gambeson under his coat.
Ting!
Of course, there was also the flurry of pings as soon as he left the Trident region.
[Tyrant's Title Acquired - Tyrant of the Trident
Description - You won not just with might but also with pride. You swung, you stabbed, you slayed like a tyrant. You ruled the battlefield, and now they roar your name. A name worthy of a tyrant.
Effect - Your fame has now reached every corner of Westeros. You now enjoy a greater status amongst nobles, especially women. Lesser landless knights shall fear and respect you.]
Ting!
[Hidden Quest Completed - Savior of House Manderly.
Description - Save Wyman Manderly on the battlefield.
Reward - House Manderly's friendship, and Wyman Manderly's admiration of epic proportions.]
Epic proportions? How much is that?
Seriously, he was scared of any male admiration now ever since the Mad King's admiration quest. Worse, that quest was still active.
Ting!
[Cersei Lannister Current Lust - 69%]
And then there was Cersei Lannister, the woman Wylis just couldn't predict.
Probably found out what I did to Rhaegar.
Ting!
What's left?
[Tyrant's Bonus - Tyrant's Good Boy
Description - You fought well, but so did your loyal steed, Caliburn. Honest work deserves rewards.
Reward - +20% Speed, +20% Strength, +20% Load Capacity, +20% Stamina, +20% Vitality, +20% Intelligence, +20% Charisma]
Charisma?!
Wylis looked down at his horse with confusion.
What's he gonna do with it? Fuck mares?
Though when he moved his hands through Caliburn's mane, it did feel much softer.
"Good boy." He patted the neck.
"Neighehe!" Caliburn brayed merrily.
Chuckling, Wylis focused on the road from there. The speed could be felt. Caliburn truly ran faster and longer. Where he'd guessed to reach King's Landing in two days, he reached it in less.
But he couldn't take Caliburn all the way. He had to leave the horse at an inn away from King's Landing. From there, he walked on foot in the middle of the night and just as he'd escaped before, he scaled the city's wall with ease, one earthbending step at a time.
"Alright…" He looked at the city from the wall. There were plenty of lights, many moving, marking the soldiers patrolling. Then he looked at the Red Keep and sighed. He still wasn't sure what to do with Elia Martell. Saving her was risky. He'd already stolen Lyanna. If he were to take Elia, Robert might never find closure.
Besides that, he didn't know if she'd even come with him. He didn't share any intimacy with her, nor a friendship. He only liked Rhaenys, but if he was to save her, it was best to save all three. Beyond that, the woman he really wanted to save was Rhaella. He was willing to kidnap her this time and force her into a happy life at that point. But she was in Dragonstone.
"Ugh, I don't have too much time to spare," he grunted and glanced at a few other places. After all, his main goal that night wasn't to save someone. Or to enter the Red Keep. No, his goal that night was to just dig.
All the treasure's buried here.
Thanks to the 'Can't Touch Me' quest reward, he knew the location of all buried treasure in Westeros. And sure enough, the biggest cluster of treasures was underneath King's Landing.
One's under the Great Sept, then some under the Street of Silk… Under the Red Keep…
He revised the locations from memory.
Ting!
What now? New quest?
[Trueborns & Bastards Triggered!]
Hmm? He looked towards the Street of Silk right away.
[Son(Bastard) - ChatayaLife Points Available - 10]
[Strength - 1/10
Dexterity - 1/10
Intelligence - 1/10
Charisma - 1/10
Vitality - -10/10]
Ting!
[Tyrant's Bastard Status - Dying]
What?! Negative ten?!
He immediately allotted ten points to vitality.
[Son(Bastard) - Chataya
Life Points Available - 0]
[Strength - 1/10
Dexterity - 1/10
Intelligence - 1/10
Charisma - 1/10
Vitality - 0/10]
Zero? Is that enough?
[Tyrant's Bastard Status - Dying]
Fuck! Not enough!
Digging for treasure could wait. He rushed to Chataya's brothel while thanking whichever god brought him there at the right time, as he was truly the only man in the world equipped to save the child.
Using Earthbending, he went down the wall and then climbed a nearby building. He jumped from terrace to terrace, using the night for cover. If the distance was too much, he used Earthbending to boost his jumps.
Street after street, he rushed. So fast that even he, with all his might, started panting. The child was his responsibility. He didn't want anything bad to happen.
Woosh!
He leapt across terraces and finally neared the edge of the Street of Silk.
Ting!
[Tyrant's Bastard Status - Deceased]
N-No! Fuck!
He still didn't stop running and entered an almost berserk state, leaping through buildings like a true beast. He jumped right on top of Chataya's brothel and kicked a hole in the roof, jumping in.
"Chataya!" He shouted, no longer bothering to keep a low profile. "Chataya?!"
He ran up the spiral staircase and entered the turret room, the most luxurious one in the brothel, and sure enough, a crowd had gathered there.
"Where?!" He shouted and zoomed past the women crowding his front. He reached the table on which Chataya was lying, panting, eyes tearful, and nearby a midwife stood with a tiny baby boy, his entire body turned blue.
"No!" Wylis snatched the baby and held him upside down on his arm. Then he gently patted on the back to clear the air passage. But when nothing happened, he put him on the table. He checked for breathing and found none. Quickly, he started giving CPR, using just two fingers to give chest compressions to that tiny body. It truly felt like a minuscule doll in his inhuman hold.
"Come on, champ! Wake up!"
He breathed through the baby's nose and mouth, just a small puff, being extremely delicate.
"Wake up!"
He kept at it—compressions, breathing through nose and mouth. He kept at it, unwilling to accept that a life he brought into the world had died.
He kept at it, holding onto that hope. For a miracle, like he was one.
"S-Ser Wylis…"
"What?!" He shouted at a whore trying to calm him down.
"He's… dead… Ser."
He knew that already. He just didn't want to accept it. He looked towards Chataya's face and saw her weak state. She wasn't faring any better.
Useless obstetrician mastery. If only… I'd reached a few minutes earlier.
He looked at the small babe, skin still blue, dead.
[Tyrant's Bastard Status - Deceased]
He checked the status on the blue screen one last time.
Just two minutes… or one… This shouldn't have happened.
Exhaling deeply, he handed the body to the midwife and walked over to Chataya's side.
He really didn't know what to say to her.
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