Fitting indeed. Wylis rose to his feet again, not much bothered by that much gore anymore.
"Your Grace?" He walked over to Elia and touched her shoulder.
The Dornish woman opened her eyes at last and looked at his face with horror.
"I came as quickly as I could. Tywin is sacking the city apart. You must follow me and leave at once," Wylis urged her. "Robert and Tywin may spare your life, but Rhaenys and Aegon—they will never be safe. They'll be sent to Essos or handed over to some cruel lord as hostages under the name of fostering."
There was fear. There was doubt written all over Elia's face. She didn't know who to trust. But Wylis was the first and only man to offer her a way out.
"T-Thank you… Ser."
"I did it for Rhaenys," Wylis told her, and looked at the small baby in her arms, his violet eyes looking back at him. "And him."
He'd officially fucked things up now. By saving Rhaenys and Aegon, Robert's rule will be under constant threat.
Fuck it! I'll plan as we go.
"Let's move!"
Wylis grabbed Elia's thin wrist and pulled her along. Then he grabbed Rhaenys in his arms and led the three out fast. Since taking them using Rhaella's room wasn't possible, he took them down by the common stairs.
The castle was empty that night. The Goldcloaks had left, perhaps joined the sacking. The servants were hiding somewhere else.
"In here." He brought them into the ballroom on the ground floor and then removed the bricks. "This tunnel will take you to a safe room. Just keep left when the turn comes. You'll find Brandon Stark there as well. I saved him. If he growls, take my name. Fucker owes me."
Finally, he handed her a torch.
"You won't come?" Elia asked.
"Come with us, Wylis," Rhaenys pleaded.
"I can't, Your Grace. The King still holds the throne. But don't worry, just wait for me in the secret chamber. It's sealed; only I can open it from the outside. I'll come for you in the morning and ready a boat so you can leave King's Landing. Here, take this blade, use it to shave Aegon's hair later."
Elia obeyed his instructions. She received a cloth from Wylis and tied Aegon against her chest. Then, she made Rhaenys enter the tunnel first. It was big for her and the little girl since a man of Wylis's size dug it.
"Ser Wylis…" Elia looked at him right before entering the tunnel. "Thank you."
"Go now." He waved his hand, as if shooing her. "I did what's right."
In moments, the light inside the tunnel faded.
Now to hide the damn deed.
He ran this time. He didn't know when Jaime was going to kill Aerys, but he had to do it first. However, he had one more thing to do. He ran upstairs in Maegor's Holdfast and returned to Elia's bedchamber. He grabbed the jar of wildfire he'd left outside.
Quickly, he opened the cloth bag he'd brought before. From inside, he took out skeletons he'd found while digging for treasures. One female, one babe, and one child. He'd come prepared for it, even though he had doubts about whether he should save them or not.
"This should do it."
He poured some of that green liquid on Gregor and Amory's corpses as well. After that, he made a puddle beside the bedside table.
He grabbed a small rope, a candle, and a wooden torch from the corridor. He tied one end of the rope to the torch and the other to a bronze showpiece on the side table. He then tilted the torch sideways off the table, held from falling by the robe. Then, he placed the candle under that rope.
Eventually, the candle would burn the rope, the torch would fall to the floor, and ignite the wildfire.
It was still risky.
Wylis wasted no time and left the bedchamber, running downstairs again. He returned to the ballroom, entered the same tunnel, fixed the floor above, and went west. Soon, he saw roots coming down from the top, and once that ended, he dug up and popped out right at the outdoor courtyard, the main yard that led straight to the throne room.
Ugh! I'm filthy!
Covered in dirt, he unsheathed his blade, fixed the ground, and ran straight towards the throne room. Once again, there were no guards outside.
He climbed the stairs, panting from overuse of Earthbending.
"Halt!"
At last, two guards were standing outside the throne room's gates.
"Can't."
Woosh!
Clank!
Wylis swung a wide strike with his sword. The first man lost his head, but the second blocked with his blade. But that wasn't enough. Wylis kicked the man in the chest, threw him back, and then stabbed straight at the man's throat through the gaps of his helmet.
Creaaak~
He pushed the throne room's doors open.
"Burn them all! Burn them all! Burn them all!"
"Ser Jaime?" Wylis called out.
Right on time!
Ser Jaime was standing beside the throne on the right, in his full armor except for the helmet, his hand just on the verge of pulling out his sword.
"My champion!" Aerys bellowed from his throne. "Come closer! Closer! Yes, yes, I knew you would come! My giant, my blade! Forgiven, forgiven! I forgive you! Rhaegar, traitor, traitor! You—oh, so marvelous, so perfect!"
"..."
Wylis continued to walk towards the throne, his eyes on Jaime the whole time. They were on friendly terms before he left. Even now, he saw only curiosity in Jaime's eyes.
"Mmm… yes, yes, come closer. Stand by me. With you… I will win it all. The throne, the kingdom, everything… mine again! Yes, yes, with you!"
Wylis ignored the King as he started to climb the stairs of the dias, just a few steps from the throne. He looked at Jaime. "For you, it'll be a stain on your honor. For me, it'll be my pride, Ser Jaime."
Ser Jaime smiled like he always did, half cocky and half handsome. "Someone had to get their hands dirty."
Wylis eyed the King again. "Let it be mine."
BOOM!
An explosion rang out from a distance. The ground shook slightly.
Had me worried there if it'd explode.
"Yes! Yes! My man, my fire! It's here! All mine! Tywin, that wretched snake, he'll burn! Every last one of them! Hahaha! See, my champion, I am unstoppable! I foresaw it all!"
Scrrr!
Wylis dragged his sword on the floor first and then raised it. He stood right in front of the throne, in the middle, looking down at the King. He kept raising his sword higher, but the manner was strange. He held the hilt with both hands, but the blade, rather than pointing upwards, pointed down.
"Foresaw? Then, Your Grace, can you tell me what's about to happen next?"
"Haha! What else? I shall win! No, I have won!" King Aerys roared, his eyes hollow and red, his mouth spitting, his curled nails a sight of filth, his beard and face ravaged by the late-stage cancer killing Westeros. Mmm… my fire will take it all! Ashes! And from the ashes I will rise again! Again, yes, again, with your might, my champion!"
"Wrong." Wylis raised the hilt of the sword as high as he could, the dangling tip pointed at Aerys's head. "You die now!"
Woosh!
The air sang as his blade cut through it.
"Aaargh—Nooo!"
Aerys had a brief moment to react. To scream.
Slash!
Wylis's six-foot-long blade drove into the King's face just as the man screamed. The sharp sword traveled down, shattering apart the jaw, the throat, the blade's width too much to be contained in that fragile frame.
Blood sprayed everywhere like a fountain. On Wylis, on the floor.
Spurt Squelch
The blade continued to travel.
Wylis' strength made it far too easy. The King was skewered, but he was alive to feel all that pain in those dying moments.
"Ungh!"
There was shock written in those violet eyes. The final sparks in it were of no fire, just pain and defeat.
The blade missed the heart and punctured his lungs, then passed through his belly, and at last, clattered hard against the metal seat of the Iron Throne, coming fully out under him.
"Ugh… Ngh!"
The King was still alive.
Wylis released the hilt of his sword and stepped back a little, and watched. The skewered King, still seated, gurgling, gushing, spraying blood everywhere.
Soon, the final little twitches of the self-proclaimed dragon just… stopped.
Ting!
[Updated Bounty - Nullified]
Ting!
[Main Quest Completed- The Most Wanted Man
Description - You have escaped, but now hunted. The King desires your life, blood, and soul, and the price he's put is 1,000,000 Gold Dragons. Beware, every Tom, Dick, and Harry will be swayed by the lure. If enough ants strike, even the elephant falls.
Goal - The Tyrant's playground is set. Win the rebellion for the one you support.]
Reward - Location of all forgotten Valyrian Steel and Dragon Eggs in Westeros and Essos.
"..."
The information flowed into his head so fast—Locations, numbers, types.
That many? How is that… possible?
But that was far from the end of Tyrant Squire's pings.
Ting!
Ting!
Ting!
"..."
Ting!
Ting!
Jack-fucking-pot!
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