Lysa Arryn was also there, dressed to impress in that wide-necked gown, tits half out, face full of smiles, in her arms was a baby boy, less than a year old. Of course, Wylis saw the resemblance to himself. It was his seed.
But still, the woman he hoped to see was missing.
"You didn't bring the Queen?"
Robert snorted and flicked his hand like he was swatting a fly. "Left the miserable bitch back at the keep. This journey's for me and whatever fucking peace I can scrape together. Gods know what screaming fit she'd throw if she came along."
Wylis sighed. He knew Cersei was indeed a bitch, not without a flaw. But what Robert was doing was equally bad. At least in public, he should have maintained a semblance of a working relationship.
"And I see no sign of Ser Jaime. Last we met, he was forever asking to cross blades with me."
"Bah! That golden-haired little cunt! I tried to drag the bastard here, but he whined on about guarding his bloody sister. The pair of them, nothing but a festering headache!"
"..."
Oh, Robert, you blind fuck. He sure is protecting her; her cunt from you.
Shaking his head, he eyed Robert's warhammer. "Can you still swing this thing?"
"What, you think I hauled this hammer along for a fucking parade?" Robert grinned. "There's not a titsucker in all Seven Kingdoms who can meet me steel-on-steel except you. Barristan just twirls and waits like some courtly twat. I want the crash of steel, the rush when you push and fight for the upper hand. Get ready, Wylis, I'm putting you in the dirt this time."
Wylis expected as much.
"Don't think I'll go easy because you're the King," Wylis said, grinning back.
Robert howled in laughter and looked at Anna at last, finding her short frame peculiar when Wylis was even taller than him. "This the lady?"
"Aye." Wylis slipped an arm around Anna's shoulders, fond but carrying a pinch of guilt for putting this on her. "This is Ellyn. And the boy's mine. Magnus."
"How old is he?"
"Two."
"Gods!" Robert exclaimed, marveling at Magnus's size. "Look at the size of him! Bigger than two lads his age put together. You've got giants' blood in you."
Anna bowed courtly with the bend of her knees, like a proper lady, just as she'd been taught by Lyanna.
"Bob-bob…"
Magnus curiously stared and tried to reach for Robert. Out of curiosity, Robert handed his finger and…
"Seven hells!" Robert cursed again, the gods once again at the target. "Lad's got the grip of a warrior!"
Wylis knew that much. Magnus was inherently different from all other children, his children. Being a trueborn, Magnus was better in every way.
"Now I'm jealous. I pray to the Gods that the golden cunt I married shits out a son even half as good as this lad here," Robert mumbled dismissively and stepped forward.
"..."
Wylis had nothing to say about that. It wasn't his fault that the time Robert should have spent rutting Cersei, he was going around the realm.
Finally, Robert moved to Ashara, recognising her right away.
"My lady. I can't decide if Wylis is the lucky one or if you're the one who struck gold. I'm sure he's treating you well. Is this?"
"Yes, she's Arthria, Your Grace," Ashara introduced.
Robert nodded, doting eyes gazing at the girl. Arthria was simply so cute and pretty that whoever saw her only felt mesmerized. Her charisma was no joke.
Then, Wylis introduced him to Wenda, who had two of his sons in her arms. Once again, Robert showed a hint of jealousy, both in terms of Wenda's beauty and his two big sons. Finally, there was Ros, whose pregnancy Wylis revealed.
"Trying to raise yourself an army of sons?" Robert said, snorting as he sighed. "As soon as I get back, I'll have Cersei give me a few proper ones of my own."
All the best, my friend.
After that, Wylis met the rest of the entourage.
"Lord Arryn." He felt awkward, but since the old man initiated it, he gave him a brotherly hug. "I didn't know you were coming."
"This is as far as I go, Lord Wylis. I'll make my return to King's Landing from here. I wished only to see Ramsgate with my own eyes. Lysa will continue to visit Winterfell to see her sister."
Came here to drop off Lysa, I reckon? What the hell are you doing, Jon?
Wylis just nodded and then greeted Lysa. The way the woman stared at him with those big blue eyes almost made him nervous. She wasn't even trying to hide it. The heat on her face, it was as if demanding to be thrown on the ground right then and there and just be taken.
"My lady, welcome to Ramsgate. I hope you'll enjoy your time here."
"I will."
"..."
He avoided looking into her eyes and moved to Ser Barristan.
"I don't recall that beard being this long, Ser Barristan."
"Hah. Nothing more than the years passing, my lord. It is an honor to see you once again."
Wylis clasped hands with him.
"Likewise. Let's proceed to the castle now." He moved away, back to Robert's side. He also introduced Chett and Small Paul. "I've arranged a few of my finest carriages to take us to the castle."
At Wylis' command, Chett whistled, and quickly five stagecoaches arrived in a row. They were the newly produced stagecoaches with the suspension system, wheels covered with round iron strips. They were luxurious, roofed, with seating for a max of six people inside, face-to-face. They were all colored black around the roof, and the middle to bottom part was painted dark red. While there were windows, they had no glass for now.
"Lord Arryn, let's go together."
At his word, Robert was led to one of the carriages, joined by Ser Barristan and Ser Moore. At Jon's order, Lysa was sent away in the same carriage. Meanwhile, the other carriages were used to haul the King's servants and luggage.
"I knew of them only by rumor until now," Jon Arryn muttered, as Wylis led the old man to one of the carriages. Just the two of them. "A beautiful piece of craftsmanship, Lord Wylis."
Soon, they started moving. Although Ramsgate lacked good roads, it didn't matter much because of the suspension.
Not that Wylis or Jon Arryn cared about it. They had better matters to discuss.
"Why, my lord?" Wylis asked, looking at the old man. "Why bring Lady Arryn here?"
He noticed the way Jon's jaw tightened, his eyes shifted.
As expected. Don't tell me Lysa really made him agree to it.
Last time he was at Riverrun, he'd met Lysa there and gotten physical with her. She was heavily pregnant, so he didn't go too far, but back then, he'd told her that he'd give her what she wanted if Jon allowed.
Now, Jon was there with her. It couldn't be a coincidence.
"Thank you, Wylis," Jon said softly. "Robin is strong and beautiful. I have not seen Lysa so happy since our wedding. I could never give her that joy…"
"That's enough, my lord. We swore to never speak of this again." Wylis stopped him. While he wasn't against the idea of siring more children with Lysa, he didn't want it to happen by souring his relationship with Jon. Lysa wasn't worth it.
Silence fell between them. The creaking carriage filled the air.
"Wylis… she wants more."
"..."
Wylis didn't like it. But he had to act, at least. He understood Jon's trouble.
"We quarreled. She… locked herself in her bedchamber and didn't come out for a week. I couldn't look upon her weeping face. The fault was never hers that she wed a greybeard like me. And so I come to you again… I know how she longs for a litter of children. If I cling to her, I fear she will find someone else, someone unknown. Someone who may wound her deeply. So I decided that it's best you… With you, at least I know you keep your word."
The small pauses Jon took, the audible gulps. Wylis could only imagine how humiliating he must feel, asking a man to bed his own woman. Yet at the same time, he wasn't able to sire children, and that wasn't Lysa's fault.
Wylis sighed, rubbing his face. Lysa was obsessed with him, that much he knew. The woman had never been given much attention from the opposite sex her entire life. Out of nowhere, he entered her life and gave her a son. He knew himself that he was a desirable man in name, fame, and body.
But that also meant Lysa wouldn't just give up.
"My lord… even if I agree now, she may return one day wanting more," he said, making sure Jon understood the true gravity of what he was permitting. "If there is a second, why not a third? Or a fourth, or more still? How long will you pretend not to see it? I fear the end of it. One day you will despise me, and think of me as the man who stole her from you… your better half."
Jon shook his head strongly, smiling wryly. "Better half, you call her? Mayhaps she is, Wylis. I fear I am the lesser part now. I'm old, near seventy, and the years have not been kind. All I ask, truly, is that Lysa be happy. If five babes is her wish, so be it. If more or fewer, the choice must be hers. I have only this one small plea left in me. Grant me that one promise."
Fuck! So that's what you want? I'm your retirement plan?
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