Wylis cursed silently. She was impossibly tight, and feeling her passionate kiss, he knew she felt the sting as well. Yet, she took him, moving her hips in slow waves on her own. Before long, she took him all the way inside and relaxed, staring at his face.
"I'm no fool, my lord. There is selfishness in this for me as well. I would leave my house behind to live beside you. To serve as your squire, to share your bed. And I want it dearly… and if one day I should want children, I would want them with you still, for I cannot imagine myself ever marrying a man."
"With me? The realm will call you sullied."
"What care have I for the realm? I would sooner see how strong our children might be. I said it true, my lord, I'm a selfish woman. All I offer is this body of mine, and in return I ask for so very much."
Wylis snaked his arms and gripped her hips, smoothly moving her on his cock. "And I'm a greedy man. Once I have you, no other man shall. So I ask you once more. Are you certain you would spend your life beside some petty lord in this cold, rotting North? To be my blade in battle, my companion in bed, and the mother of children the realm will call bastards?"
"Would you treat them as bastards?"
Wylis grounded her down hard on his cock, and pressed one hand on the back of her head, pulling her face closer to his own. "I treat all my children and women the same… mine!"
"Then is there any better man for me to follow?" she asked back.
"No."
Wylis replied firmly and kissed her passionately, like a declaration that he fully accepted her.
He broke the kiss then and let her sit straight on his cock. A glance down and he saw the obscene stretch of her cunt as she took him to the hilt. His hands reached up and rubbed over her small breasts.
"I give you my word, Dacey. You will be the first female knight in the realm. Not out of pity, nor for some lord's amusement, but because you'll carve your name across the battlefield. War is coming in the years ahead. I will train you for it. You'll ride with me, earn your glory, and when the time comes, Robert himself shall knight you, just as he will Chett."
It was a declaration from Wylis, a rather simple one. In truth, even he could make them knights. And it would work in Chett's case. But in Dacey's case, getting royal approval was necessary as the first female knight of the realm.
Dacey smiled so brightly, so gorgeously. "And I'll follow you into battle even if it means death, my lord."
"Call me Wylis when we are alone." Wylis brushed a hand along her soft, comely face. "Will you tell Jorah of your choice? And of our intimacy?"
"I will. I have no reason to hide, and I'm certain the entire castle heard us last night."
Wylis gave a low chuckle. "Aye, there's no mistaking that. Lord Stark won't take kindly to it. I despoiled the daughter of House Mormont in his castle."
"Oh? Despoiled?" Dacey murmured, a low, curious laugh rising in her throat as she rolled her hips. "Perhaps we should wake the castle up with another quick spar."
Wylis couldn't stop staring at his cock all the way inside. Usually, it required a great deal of effort with other women. But Dacey seemed to be relishing it even if it stung a little. "We've work outside."
Dacey grunted and leaned down on his chest, her tits to his skin, her mouth reaching his ear where she whispered.
"Are you sure, my lord? Won't you like to spill in me once again before I take the tea?"
Of course, he already knew she was going to take Moon Tea. But the way she said it in his ears now. Gods, he knew he'd found a rival for Lyanna.
"Aye… I would like that. And let's stock some more tea… a lot of tea."
Dacely let out a loud giggle, and beyond that, it was only moans. Loud, unrelenting, passionate moans. As both of them fully understood each other's desires and needs now, they both held nothing back. She fucked herself on him mindlessly, and he plowed her ruthlessly as he knew she could take it.
She got so loud that perhaps even the Winter Town heard the cries.
As for the residents of the castle, Wylis was sure he'd see it on their faces soon.
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It was indeed written on their faces.
When Wylis arrived at the supper hall to break his fast and shove some high-quality protein in his mouth, he noticed the gaze of Lord and Lady Stark. While Eddard's face was unreadable, like he was constipated, Catelyn's was curious.
But none of them asked him any questions. Even Benjen didn't ask questions, but the fucker did have a suppressed smile on his face.
Six boiled eggs, half a chicken, half a pitcher of milk, and some gravy stew later, he prepared to go on with his day. It was time to plan a feast in the Winter Town and lure the smallfolk his way.
"I will be in the town today. My father will help Old Nan pack her belongings. I'll ride out once my granduncles return from the hunt." Wylis informed Eddard. "What decision has Lady Lyarra made?"
"She will stay."
"She'll go."
Wylis looked between Eddard and Benjen. Eddard said she would stay, and Benjen was the opposite. "Which one is it?"
"Mother has agreed to go with us," Benjen firmly stated.
"She will go nowhere," Eddard added. "She belongs in Winterfell. Home of the Starks. Ramsgate is… Lord Kaiser's."
Wylis straightened his back to look more imposing at the table. "She belongs where her heart would have her. If Lady Lyarra wishes to go, keeping her here against her will is little better than a prison."
"She is old and frail! She belongs here." Eddard snapped, this being the rare occasion the man raised his voice.
"All the more reason to let her see the world, if that is her wish. Were I in her place, I would not spend my last days shut away in a castle this large. You are a lord with duties enough, I'm certain. How often are you with Lady Lyarra as it is? At Ramsgate, she would have Benjen and Brandon near. Gods know, the two spend half their days idling with nothing to do."
"I train the men," Benjen interjected.
"Not every day," Wylis replied as he rose to leave. "I hope this matter is settled before I depart. Good day to you, my lord, my lady."
He heard Benjen talk back to Eddard loudly, but he didn't meddle. He'd said enough, and in the end, it was House Stark's internal matter. But he did know that Lady Lyarra would be overjoyed in Ramsgate. Seeing Lyanna would cheer her. Though the rest of the women may give her a heart attack. Especially Rhaella.
Ugh… Headaches everywhere.
He couldn't find Dacey in the castle as she'd gone to speak with Jorah. He didn't look for her and headed to the Winter Town with four of his guards.
The town was just as he remembered. He was somewhat envious of the place because during autumn and winter, the town's population would usually swell to fifteen thousand. Of course, during spring and summer, the town was mostly empty as most smallfolk returned to their own lands.
Since summer had begun, the town wasn't as populated anymore. But he liked that as it saved him the money on the feast. All he wanted was to spread the word, and the people currently in the town were enough for that.
"Ah! Is that?!"
Wylis smiled and waved at those who remembered him. He was rather famous in the town during his time in Winterfell. He often helped the people, sometimes fixing their homes, roofs, and house pillars. He even helped the local blacksmith at times and helped with farming. He never had any ulterior motives back then; he was just bored and had nobody to talk to.
Besides, he used manual labour as a means of exercise. At the stables, he would only care for the horses, and that didn't burn as many calories. But farming, fixing roofs did that.
Out of all the people of Ramsgate, he was close to a select few. There was an old grandma with a daughter who had lost her husband to an infected wound. Since the women had no good means of earning, he helped them maintain their little house.
Eventually, he gave those women the idea to become seamstresses and sew patterns on clothes for children. Birds, dogs, cats, cute symbols. It was nothing special, but what they sold earned them enough that the grandma was able to afford the dowry to remarry her widowed daughter.
Wylis was a special guest at that wedding, he remembered fondly. He was nothing special back then, just a giant of a stableboy. However, the people of Ramsgate treated him well. But again, he helped in return for food, anything with protein and good nutrients.
This is nostalgic.
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