"What? Gods, no, Elia, no." He cut her short. "The children I've fathered were all born of choice, not cruelty. You are here because I want what is just. I care for Rhaenys. You're not a guest here, Elia. You're a part of the family. This is your house, and no one will wrong you."
Why's she still frowning?
"And… Rhaella?"
It was his turn to frown. "Well, we have lain together before, so I wouldn't be surprised if it came to pass again. Rhaella is the only woman besides Lyanna with whom I have felt an emotional bond. Putting aside carnal matters, all I wish is to bring her to safety and grant her the joy she never knew, even if I have to abduct her for it."
"..."
Elia was silent. Perhaps too surprised that he fucked the Queen when she was THE Queen. Inside the Red Keep itself.
He shrugged. "It just happened. I didn't plan it, nor did she. I wanted to take her with me, steal her away, bring her to safety. But she… found more solace in her cage, I suppose."
Elia winced, the memory of Rhaella's gloomy face still fresh. She knew the truth. The castle knew. The bloody realm knew. The Queen had suffered alone.
"With that many children, how will you raise them? And… who will receive your inheritance?"
"Magnus will have Ramsgate, no question. He's my firstborn from true wedlock. But fret not. For every child I have with a noblewoman, even Wenda, I'll see they have lands of their own. The Boltons will serve well enough for now. And I could use your counsel in such political matters, if you'll lend it."
Elia dangerously smirked, sizing up Wylis. She liked that he hadn't cooled down and eased into his lordly life of luxury. As long as he still held ambitions, she knew it was the right decision to follow him.
"Your well-being carries mine, and my children's, too. I have every reason to aid you."
"That eases my mind. I'll return to my work then."
But Wylis knew that what he'd told her was just the tip of the iceberg. Because he knew how fucking hungry Tyrant's Squire was. If he followed even half of its quests and targets, he'd have enough land to gift his sons and daughters each and still have some leftover.
Man, I need more children.
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Ugh, this ain't right.
That same night, after dealing with Brandon screaming at him, calling him a degenerate horndog, and whatnot, Wylis was forced to leave his own bedchamber.
Thankfully, it wasn't because Lyanna was angry. No, it was because she had invited Ashara and Wenda to the bedchamber and had occupied the massive bed, since it really was the largest in the castle. The three women were catching up with each other, bonding over the man they all shared, as fucked up as it was.
And of course, Wylis wasn't allowed to snoop on their ladies' talk. Even when he offered to sleep on the lounge.
So, he returned to his solar, prepared to do what he called 'locking in', and finish the plans for the castle and the hot spring. Only the area around his table was lit with candles; the hearth was still warm not far away, shimmering the solar with its golden hue.
Now all he had to do was draw and estimate the materials. He was already planning to commission the town's folks to chop some trees around the base of the plateau on which the castle sat. The townsfolk were masters at chopping down trees anyway.
Only this time they'd be paid in coin.
"Hmm…"
In fact, Wylis didn't plan on using his Earthbending for building the wall. Sure, he'd use it to prepare the large land area for construction. But he wanted to employ the town's people so they could earn money, and then that money could cycle through his town's economy. Basically, he wanted to kickstart what was dormant. Small, but an internal economy was needed.
Though he did plan on making the moat personally once the walls were finished, that way nobody would see him do it. And thanks to a flowing river into the sea, he could have constant running water through that moat, using it for human waste disposal, only for the castle.
"I can make it pretty luxurious and modern with some basic plumbing," he muttered, scribbling on the large paper, using a ruler and other engineering tools.
Clack!
"Fuck!"
He jumped to his feet, having mistakenly knocked over the cup of water. Thankfully, it only fell to the ground, not on the papers. He'd have gone berserk if that had happened.
Knock! Knock!
Hm? Who's awake at this hour?
"Enter."
The door was pushed open and walked in a certain redhead, dressed in a sleeping gown, thin, loose, sleeveless, and very revealing around the chest.
"I didn't reckon my castle's beds were such a burden to sleep in, Ros." He smiled at her while reaching down for the fallen cup.
"They are the most comfortable, M'lord," Ros replied, baring her teeth in a playful smile. "Needed a bit of drink. Helps me lie down warm. Heard your curse."
He took that same cup to the large wine barrel not far away. He never drank it, but the ladies did. He filled the cup and gave it to Ros. "Warm, you say? Take a seat."
She chuckled and sat down on the visitor's chair, slightly less grand than his. She sipped the wine, letting it smoothly nourish her lips. "Mmm… never had a Lord's wine on my lips before."
"Now you know why most of them are fat." He said and leaned his hips against the table's edge, standing right beside her chair, gazing down at her face. One look into her eyes and he knew where this was going, as she never stopped smirking.
Ros laughed into the cup, breathing ragged as she gulped it all down in one breath. When she was done, she softly slammed the cup on the table. "That was delightful."
"Aye, delightful indeed." He added, his eyes taking an unfettered glance at her almost bare chest, her sleeping gown only hiding the peaks.
Ros looked at him, lips pursed, smirking. She was the same age as him, and the heat in the air between them was unavoidable.
"Thank you." He said, taking her hand in his, caressing the back of it with his thumb. "I swore to Wenda I'd be there, or at least send a maester. But the Mad King's will left no room for it."
"No need, M'lord." She slipped her hand free, letting it wander onto his thigh, slow and teasing as her fingers crept closer to his erection. "I'm glad you trusted me with it. I know a whore's words ain't worth a copper, but I'm grateful you wanted me here."
Ugh… She knows what she's doing, and it's working.
As his length grew hard, he sighed. "A lot has happened and changed since we first met, I suppose. You must be thinking of what becomes of you now. I would have you stay here, in this town. In time, I'll see a fine manor raised for you. Till then, you'll have your place within the castle."
"And what will I do?" She asked, her hand finally found his throbbing shaft, caressing it from the tip to the hilt. "If you must know, I gave up whoring long ago. Wenda hated it, so she claimed me for herself. I've been her handmaiden ever since."
"Wenda's handmaiden? I guess she did live like a noble lady."
Ros chuckled, her other hand coming up with no shame and loosening the knot of his trousers. She did that with ease and fished out his cock, her fingers struggling to circle at the base. She didn't look at it, though. Only up at his face.
"Ros." He caressed her face, in control of his heat as much as he was loving it. "If you do this only because you dread what lies ahead, you need not. You can still be the handmaiden and get paid for it. I sure need one."
"And…" Her grip hardened, unmoving on his thickness, the heat ungodly. "What if I want more?"
He frowned, his cock quivering. "Which is?"
A bit of hesitation marred her face, but she hid it well with the sultry smile. "Mmm… Wenda whispered it to me. That you want children. Not just one or two… but a whole brood."
"And you're willing?"
Ros nodded, resuming her gentle strokes, her thumb often teasing his tip until he shuddered. But she also saw uncertainty on his face. "You don't want me to?"
Wylis palmed her chin, his thumb teasing her soft lips. "Oh, I know our babe will come out beautiful, I can see that. But this feels like I'm taking advantage of you. Like you've nowhere else to go."
"Gods, that's not the case at all, M'lord." Ros rose to her feet with a smooth motion, her hand never leaving his shaft. She leaned into his chest, her face tilted up, sadly unable to reach his lips.
"Aye, I'm selfish, I won't lie. I know what I stand to gain. But I want this… truly. No girl wakes one morn and says she'll spread her legs for coin. The world pushes her there. Most never crawl back out. I did. And I know my fate, some man to wed me for this body, this face. And when he learns what I was… I'll be at his mercy, beaten, bruised, abused… Gods know what it'll be, I won't be first, nor the last, seen plenty."
Her other hand captured his loose tunic's collar to pull his face down.
"M'lord, I'll bear you a brood with a smile and a warm heart. I knew it the moment you stepped into my chamber that day, young and aching, your purse heavy and balls full."
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