He passed by a house whose roof he had fixed. He passed by the brothel where he had met Ros and awakened the Tyrant's Squire. So much had changed in his life, yet the town had remained the same.
Eventually, he met the town bailiff, a man appointed by Lord Stark, and also the guards who patrolled. He informed them that he wanted to hold a feast that night for all two thousand eight hundred people in the town.
The bailiff was skeptical since Ramsgate wasn't known to be rich. But Wylis simply jangled a pouch of gold coins in his hand. "Where can I buy that much meat and wine?"
"Uh... in the castle, m'lord? Lord Stark'll have to agree to sell it. It'll be a lot of meat, m'lord," the bailiff said.
Wylis frowned and looked back towards Winterfell. He didn't like dealing with Eddard, but what could he do? He just hoped the northern lord was interested in earning some gold.
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Later that night,
Surprisingly, Lord Stark was more than interested in selling the meat and wine. And it made complete sense. Summer had begun, and it was time to trade, hunt, and prepare for the next winter. It also meant earning some coin.
Wylis got to pick the meat of his choice and some standard wine. He didn't splurge, but he bought enough meat and bread that none would end up with a watered-down stew. From thick, meaty gravy to roasted animals whole. He had them all.
But he didn't have the cooks, so he gathered the people of Winter Town, picked those who knew how to cook in large quantities, and gave them the job of preparing the feast. Some of his soldiers kept an eye out to ensure no food was stolen.
By the time the sun set, the town's rather large but muddy square was decorated for the feast. Wylis had subtly used his Earthbending while walking around to make the town's square harder and drier.
Torches and lanterns were then hung all around. Long wooden tables were set up with a large bonfire in the middle. Wylis hired a few minstrels to play some songs as well. They were ready to do it for free after learning that it was Lord Kaiser asking. His fame in the North was on a completely different level. People respected him, feared him, and were in awe.
Finally, with the first song of the minstrels, the feast began. A separate table was kept on one side for him and other nobles and knights if they wished to join. But at the moment, it was just him and his men.
"Oh! Lord Wylis."
Wylis greeted those who came over to him. He recognised many and even embraced a few. He indirectly dropped hints whenever possible, telling them how thankful he was for their kindness, and how he would welcome them in Ramsgate anytime.
Already, his soldiers were walking around the town sticking posters of his invitation. The same he'd sent South. It may anger Eddard, but he didn't care.
"Wylis."
"Dad!"
Just then, Wylis heard Magnus' voice and turned around. Sure enough, his family had arrived, and it was everyone. Old Nan, his father Garteh, his mother Maisie, his grandfather Jarak, all his granduncles and grandaunts, and of course Old Nan. Magnus was in his father's arms with a wooden toy in his hand.
"And here I thought you had forgotten." Wylis walked over and took Mangus into his arms. "What stories did Old Nan fill your head with?"
"Old Nan said you were very fat, Dad."
"I sure was, son. I was fat and ugly and… Gods know what your mother saw in me. Let's go, you all. Let's feast." Wylis invited them, getting to eat with them for the first time. He handed Magnus back to his father and went to meet with his granduncles.
His granduncles and grandaunts weren't as tall as him, his father, and his grandfather. They were still tall for smallfolk, with all of his granduncles reaching six feet and above, and his grandaunts reaching close to six feet, but none reaching it. None of them had children for some reason.
"Wylis! Come here!"
Wylis hugged both of his granduncles. "How did the hunt go?"
"Caught meself five boars," said Jorge, the youngest of Old Nan's sons.
"And I killed a damned bear," the middle of the three brothers, Bannen, declared proudly. "Fucker near snuck up on me. Had me sword close, or I'd be dead meat."
"You weren't out hunting together?" Wylis asked.
"No need. We were seeing who could bring back the most meat," Jorge replied.
Monsters, each one of them. Seems it's in Old Nan's blood.
Wylis spoke with them to gauge their attitude towards him. Surprisingly, they didn't seem to give a damn about his noble status. But they did show pride in being his granduncles. His aunts were almost the same, but he failed to feel as comfortable with them as they asked him about his castle and trade.
"Wylis, come here."
Just as he led them to the seats, he heard Old Nan call for him from the side. She hadn't sat down and was standing a distance away from the table all alone. He walked straight over, noticing how frail she looked now, her head balding.
"Old Nan? What happened?" He asked, leaning slightly since he towered over her hunched form. But then she suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Me boy. I heard you took Lady Dacey Mormont to bed? How could you, Wylis? In Lord Stark's castle no less. It's foul, that is—"
Wylis's face scrunched, slightly annoyed at Old Nan's judgmental eyes. "Old Nan, I love you, but don't judge me this way. What two willing people do together is their own affair. Dacey came to me, not the other way. And I'm a lord, Old Nan, not some servant cowering under Lord Stark. I'll take to my bed whoever pleases me in this castle. You've lived your whole life bowing and serving thanklessly, but I've no wish for such a life."
"My boy, this is wron—"
Wylis shook his head, again interrupting her. "I am Lord Wylis Kaiser, not some horseshit-shoveling fool anymore. A man who never takes what he wants spends his days begging for scraps. I learned that bitter truth waiting on Lord Rickard to take me into his service. He never did. So I carved my own road in the tourney grounds. No man gifted me my knighthood, my lands, or my title. I won them with blood on my hands and steel in my grip. You are the blood of Lord Kaiser now, and you serve no one."
"Wyli—"
"He's right, Ma."
Before Old Nan could speak again, Jarak walked over. He was Wylis' grandfather and Old Nan's oldest son. The man was a beast in body, standing six foot eight.
"Wylis..." Jarak rested one hand heavy on Wylis's shoulder and the other on Old Nan's. "Ma, Wylis speaks true. We've given House Stark everything for generations now. We owe them nothing. Stop being so scared of them. If anything, remember me father and how proud he'd be of Wylis if he were still alive."
Wylis frowned at that. "Your father? My great-grandfather? Who was it?"
"No, no, it matters not. Not for you to know." Old Nan shook her head. "Aye, lord you are, Wylis. Forgive your Old Nan. I speak too much."
Wylis quickly held her old hand. He didn't want her to treat him like she treated Lord Stark. "Forget the life here. Look ahead, Old Nan. I've twenty children already, and there'll be more besides. Most are in Ramsgate. You may as well get used to it and learn to enjoy their noise."
"T-Twenty…?" Old Nan stuttered.
"My boy." Jarak nodded in proud approval.
"T… Twenty? T…"
Jarak held Old Nan by the shoulder and took her away. The old woman was shocked by the number of little ones she'd soon be meeting.
Wylis chuckled and watched his entire family take a seat at the table. He was scared of how they would react. He was still not sure if he would reveal everything to them or allow them inside his castle.
"My lord?"
He looked to his side, and there stood Dacey, fitted in her light leather armor, her hair tied in a braid, her sword at her hip. If anything, the sight aroused him more.
Woosh!
All of a sudden, Wylis watched Magnus jump out of his father's lap and run over to him and stare up at Dacey intently, as if inspecting her. Wylis ended up just lifting him in his arms.
"Ooooh! New mum?" Magnus asked.
Wylis noticed a blush on Dacey's face.
"No, she's not. Better call her elder sister. This is Lady Dacey Mormont, boy. She's a warrior, and she'll hand you your own arse if you give her cause. Be courteous, and she may yet teach you a thing or two," Wylis said as he introduced them.
For some reason, he noticed Dacey was silent for a very long time, her eyes focused on Magnus.
Tap!
Wylis raised Magnus closer and let him pat Dacey on the face softly.
"Ah... yes, my lord..." Dacey stirred awake, her cheeks warming deeper. "I must confess… if all your children are so fair to look, I may find myself caring little for tea."
"Aye, they all do look lovely and beautiful," Wylis confessed. This was charm-maxing at work. "Let us go. I'm starving."
"Me too."
Wylis gave her a side eye. The way she said that was… questionable.
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