Ting!
[Hidden Quest Completed - Can't See Me!
Description - Sneak into King's Landing unseen.
Reward - Stealth Ability Improvement. Always know where and when to hide.]
Ting!
[Tyrant's Title Acquired - The Kingmaker
Description - Your hand not only raises the blade, but also decides the realm's fate.
Effect - You are known as the Kingmaker to Westeros. Your name, actions, and words will hold greater weight no matter where you are.]
Ting!
[Hidden Quest Completed - Save Elia Martell
Description - A Tyrant punishes with fury, and protests with fervor.
Reward - Dorne's Friendship, Elia Martell's loyalty.]
[Elia Martell's Loyalty - 40%]
Ting!
[Tyrant's Title Acquired - Kingslayer
Description - Mad or not, a King remains a King. Your enemy or not, he remains a King. You have killed that King.
Effect - Forever marked as Kingslayer. The realm's nobles fear you, for they are even beneath a king.]
Ting!
[Quest Nullified - Mad King's Admiration]
Wylis kept waiting for a few moments. When no more pings came, he finally looked away from the Mad King's corpse, skewered on the throne, still sitting, but very much dead.
"Ugh…" Wylis sighed and turned around, facing the vastness of the massive throne room. He sat down on the steps before the throne to catch his breath. While he'd hardly fought, all that digging had drained him.
Right then, Jaime's footsteps neared, and he joined Wylis on the stairs. "I'd fetch you water, Ser, but the maids have all scattered off somewhere."
Wylis chuckled and looked to the side at Jaime. The young knight was many things, bad things, but also decent enough to stop the King from burning the entire city. "Not going to fight me? I killed your King."
Jaime shrugged and looked forward at the throne room's main doors. "He was no King even to the Queen, so how could he be King to the rest of us? Even me. What's happened… perhaps it had to be."
"Because of the wildfire?"
Jaime's head snapped towards him.
"Don't give me that look. With a fire-drunk fool like him, it fits. When I fled the last time, I saw the wildfire he stored in secret. Men like him are brittle, like spoiled children. If they can't hold a toy, they'd sooner see it burn than let another keep it," Wylis said, arms on his knees, his head plopped forward.
The reality was settling in slowly.
He'd done it. Robert's Rebellion was over.
He had won name, fame, and achievements that most men couldn't achieve in their entire lifetime. He'd won every single battle he'd taken part in. The only thing left now was to reap the rewards.
"What will you do now, Ser Wylis? I mean, where will you go?"
"Time I went home. Nearly two years gone by since I left the North," Wylis said, though he never named which home he meant. "I've had my fill of steel and blood. Time to rest, maybe try my luck in trade. I'd rather not reduce myself to a tourney knight. That's no better than being a court jester."
Jaime chuckled, remembering another man who got famous for being a tourney knight. Now that man, that Prince, was dead. "Trade? I didn't expect that to be something you'd care for."
"Why? Just because I'm big, I must be dull too?" Wylis glared at the young knight jokingly. "Have some ideas. Last I was hunting bandits in Westerlands, I found possible gold deposits. Might be worth a word with your father, rights to mine for a fair share."
Jaime's eyes widened at that. Tywin was the last person he expected to appear in their conversation. But what Wylis said intrigued him as well. He knew Wylis well enough to know that the giant knight was a serious man.
"Gold, eh? That'd draw my father's eye," Jaime said with a half-smile. "But mind yourself, he's a man who clings to control. Tangle with him too far, and you'll not sleep easy."
Wylis glanced at the young knight. Jaime had no reason to say all that. Badmouthing his own father. It was a general rule that even if you don't like your family, you don't tarnish their name behind their back.
Seems I left a decent impression.
"What about you, Ser Jaime? Still set on staying with the Kingsguard? I could speak with Robert, see if he'll let you go back home." Wylis offered him something he felt would do good for the realm. Since he'd already fucked everything by saving Elia, he reckoned it was best to save Robert from cuckolding.
"I'd rather be here. At home, it's all about reading reports and listening to tiresome appeals. Here, I get to live by the blade, and I don't mind watching the court. I'd not call it dull."
Creak!
Right then, the twin large doors of the throne room's entrance were pushed open. Armor clattering, footsteps loud, men grunting, a small army came into view right away. Wearing Lannister red, the men stormed into the hall and spread around.
Wylis stood up from the stairs and watched Tywin Lannister walk in, wearing armor that could bankrupt multiple noble houses just to make its cape. It was so extravagant that it made sense why the Lannisters were synonymous with gold.
It was deep crimson with gold highlights. The heavy cloak on his back was sewn with countless layers of gold threads, clasped on his shoulders by gold miniature lions, and his helmet was a roaring lion with ruby eyes.
Overdoing it, but stylish.
Wylis actually liked the tasteful colors and extravagance. It was a silent show of strength and status, enough to silence all those around him without uttering a word. Tywin didn't have to tell anyone who he was. His attire screamed Lannister on its own.
"Lord Tywin." Wylis walked down from the stairs and greeted the man. "Just in time."
But then more men entered the hall, Robert and Eddard to be precise.
"Hah! Look at him, Ned!" Robert bellowed at the sight of Aerys. "Run through like the boar we feasted on last night!"
Wylis chuckled, walked over to Robert, and clasped hands with the big man. "The Red Keep is yours, Your Grace."
"You killed him?" Eddard voiced from the side, his gaze full of suspicion and doubts. "Why ride before the rest of us?"
Uh, this man and his fucking suspicions.
But there was joy in toying with Eddard. Although the man was tall, Wylis' mighty height let him look down on him and everyone else.
"Leave it, Ned. We won, it's time for a feast!" Robert tried to stop his two closest friends from arguing.
"For a good reason." Wylis still offered an answer. "When I slipped out of King's Landing before, I found a hidden room beneath the Keep. Once we won at Trident, I feared the Mad King would do something foolish. So, I rode as fast as I could to save the city, so that Robert wouldn't inherit a crown of ashes."
"Seven hells, Wylis, what are you jabbering about now?"
He looked Robert in the eye. "The Mad King hid countless jars of wildfire beneath the city. When I came through those doors, he was raving for it to be lit, to burn all to the ground. So you'd have nothing left but ashes for a throne."
That raised alarm bells in everyone's head. Even the minor soldiers there straightened up by that revelation. Even Tywin walked over to speak.
"Where?" Tywin asked and looked at Robert. "Your Grace, you must withdraw at once. One jar loosed, and the Keep will vanish in flame."
"By the Gods, I won't bother with that. Put it out yourself." Robert groaned and walked over to the throne. He climbed the stairs, grabbed Wylis' sword's hilt, and pulled it entirely out of Aerys' dead body.
Thud!
Robert shoved the dead body away, let it fall from the stairs, and took the bloodstained throne.
"I'll have blisters on my arse if I rot in this chair every day," Robert laughed, shifting on the throne. "Find those pyromancers and be rid of their damned wildfire. And tell me, what of the dragonspawn? Where's Elia?"
Wylis didn't react to that. It was the moment of truth. He had to steer Robert's mind towards an acceptable outcome.
"Burned," Lord Tywin responded. "I saw the ruin myself, Your Grace. My men went in to seize her and the children. But they never returned. The whole quarter of Maegor's Holdfast was aflame with green fire."
Hearing green fire, all eyes turned towards the corpse of the Mad King.
Fucking brilliant, Tywin! Brilliant! Wylis rejoiced.
"I've already dispatched men to gather the bones," Tywin said.
"Good riddance!" Robert sneered and relaxed back on the throne. "Mad as he was, he knew how to make it better for me. I'll have the Martells come and collect the bones."
Then… No Dornish rebellion? This is amazing!
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