With that, after stripping the Tyrell army of their armor, taking their blades, and gathering all that material, Robert and Wylis galloped North. They didn't use the main roads, and on the way, attacked minor noble houses of the Reach, plundering their wealth. Robert, at times, also plundered women.
This time, there were going to be more bastards than expected, Wylis reckoned.
"Gods, it's good to have you back, Wylis. You're a damn fine sword to have at my side!"
Wylis never failed to remind Robert how lucky he was to have him.
Wylis proved with his fighting skills and ideas that he was worth having as a commander. It was a slow process, but Wylis used that time with Robert to earn some place in the future King's mind. Not as core as Ned, that wasn't possible, but perhaps something close to it.
"Just doing what's right, Robert."
Humble, ambitious, and insanely powerful. For now, that was the impression he developed. It was time to make Robert feel indebted to him, so much so that when he'd ask for lordship, Robert would have no reason to decline.
"Right thing, aye—Gods, they took my Lyanna."
Wylis sighed and just accepted Robert's drunk rambling each night. As far as he knew, Robert and Lyanna had barely met a handful of times. Even fewer times they'd spoken with each other. There was no romance between them. Not even friendship.
No, Robert was just infatuated by Lyanna. By the idea of Lyanna. A girl different from most blue-blooded ones. A girl who swung blades, shot arrows, drank ale, and cursed in the same breath.
Maybe Lyanna would have fixed Robert. Maybe Lyanna would've made a decent king out of Robert.
But none of that mattered anymore.
Hmm… A Tyrant takes what he wants. And Lyanna is mine, and only mine.
He was starting to accept what Tyrant's Squire called him often.
After all, it was his future.
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Starfall, Dorne.
With the help of Qyburn, Lyanna was able to gain an audience with Ashara. But it wasn't inside the castle since entering it was far too challenging during an ongoing rebellion. While Dorne remained untouched, it was still on alert.
At the port town near the castle, Lyanna and Qyburn waited in a high-class inn.
Knock! Knock!
It was during the middle of the day when the knocks came. Qyburn went over and opened the door, allowing Ashara to walk inside, covered in a hooded cloak to hide herself. She didn't bring any guards or friends along.
She had every reason to hide this.
"Who are you? Why did you mention Wylis?" Ashara stormed into the inn and questioned the short-haired woman, seated on a chair with a babe in her arms.
"I am Ellyn Kaiser," Lyanna replied, her own face somewhat conflicted despite the show of confidence. "Please, have a seat, Lady Ashara. It's Wylis who sent me… for you, and for the babe you carry."
"What?!" Ashara stumbled back, her hand involuntarily reaching for her belly. She wasn't that far along in her pregnancy that it'd show. She hadn't shared a word with anyone. "W-Who told you that?"
"Wylis did. Aye, I was just as stunned. How could he know, being so far from it all? I asked myself the same, and I've yet to find peace in the answer."
Ashara's eyes darted towards the babe in the woman's arms. Then the words repeated in her head. She stared at the babe once again and got a good look at the face. The hints were… visible. The size of the babe alone said it all.
"T-That… child…"
"Magnus Kaiser," Lyanna revealed. "He is… our son. Ashara, before I wed, he told me everything—told me the truth of what passed between you. He grieved the betrothal he broke, grieved what it cost you. I know the child wasn't planned. I know. That's why I came. He was afraid for you. Wylis… Wylis has given his word. He'll see you safe. You and the babe both."
Ashara gulped and finally took a seat. Her thin brows remained creased while she stared at the babe. She digested the words that this woman was Wylis' wife. The mother of his child. And yet, he somehow convinced her to help her?
"He told me he loves someone," Ashara said. "But… does this… do I not bother you?"
"It does bother me. But I believe Wylis is someone who's better left unrestrained." Lyanna lied. Of course, it affected her. Although she'd accepted the reality that Wylis would sire bastards, it still stung. "I love him, and he loves me in his way. Lady Ashara, your babe—boy or girl—will be fierce, and clever, and so heartbreakingly lovely it will make the gods weep. Wylis is… he feels…"
"Magical?" Ashara gave a faint, bitter smile. "Yes… I suppose that's what it felt like. I understand now why I clung to him so tightly. But he's a husband now. The betrothal was not our choice, and this child… Gods, I asked for that night. I won't tear your life apart, Lyanna. I won't be that woman."
Lyanna frowned hard.
"Don't worry, you're not easy to recognize, not for most. But I saw you. At the tourney… the way you looked at Wylis. I-I knew. Because I looked at him the same. It's hard to forget the face of the woman you're losing to."
Lyanna shook her head and smiled kindly. If anything, what Ashara said calmed her. She didn't want to befriend a woman who'd aim to remove her and take her position. "Ashara, believe me, I came because Wylis asked, and I understand now. What happened between you two—it's not mine to erase. I see it in your eyes, you still care. So come with me. Wylis will have a castle soon, with more rooms than we know what to do with. There's space enough for all our ghosts."
"And then… what? What am I supposed to be after that? A quiet, forgotten maid in a castle?"
Lyanna's jaw tightened, but she said it. "A guest, a friend, and a mother. The gods have their laws, but a heart doesn't listen to laws. It just is. So let's follow that."
It was getting hard for Lyanna. To willingly share her man with someone else. There were insecurities, what if Wylis falls for them and forgets her? What if Wylis no longer wants her? But she tried to have faith.
It was better to be the one to extend the hand to his other women. She couldn't control these women, but it was better to ensure there was no delusion in them that they could take her place.
"And… I'm sure Wylis wants a big brood. I alone can't give him that."
This, too, she compelled herself to accept. It was a reality she couldn't escape from. Wylis needed to sire children, and women to bear him children, as many as possible.
Silence lingered between them for some time after that. Ashara rubbed her hands, her feet twitching on the floor. She licked her dry lips, gulping breaths at times. There weren't many choices anyway. If she stayed and appeared pregnant, House Dayne would be dishonored.
"C-Can… Can I hold him?"
Lyanna kindly smiled and handed baby Magnus to her. "I can't wait to see the precious little one you'll bring into this world."
Without realizing, Ashara also smiled, eyeing the baby. She caressed him, and when the baby grabbed her finger, Ashara just melted. Her desire to have the child was never in question, but now it was even more potent.
"W-Where will we go, Ellyn?"
"Oldtown."
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Red Keep, King's Landing.
"Aaaaaaargh… Aaaaaaannn—!"
"Ha... hahahaha... burn, traitor, burn! I see you, yes! I see your lies crawling on your skin. One of them, yes, one of them!"
Yet another nobleman was burning within the King's court. The green flames reached high and burned the man to ashes. His sin? Merely suggesting that Prince Rhaegar hand back Lyanna Stark.
"Barristan… Barristan, where—where are they? Where's Dayne? Where's Whent? Hightower, the white sword tower's gone dim! My Kingsguard, my shields, gone! The wolves howl, the stags slobber like dogs, and the dragon… the dragon cannot wait, no, no. I want their heads! Bring me fire! I'll burn them, I'll burn them all!"
"Your Grace, half the realm scours the land for the Kingsguard, and the rest hunts for Ser Wylis. We shall—"
Bam!
"Your Grace!" Pycelle puffed as he entered, robes swaying, a servant trailing behind with a box of polished oak. "A rider from the Tyrell host—he… he brought this. Quickly, lad, open it—show His Grace!"
The servant rushed to open the box, revealing the severed head of a balding man.
"L-Lord Randyll Tarly, Your Grace," Pycelle wheezed, bowing low. "There was… a skirmish near Ashford. The one who struck him down was—was Ser Wylis, Your Grace."
"My champion?" Aerys whispered, then burst into laughter, wild and high. "Champion! Yes! Burn a thousand Tarlys and he stands—still stands! He's with the wolves now, yes, yes, howls at my gate. Barking! Hah! My dog dares bark! I'll rip his tongue with fire. I'll show him the dragon's teeth. Barristan! Seize him! Break his legs, chain his neck. Let the beast crawl to the dragon's throne! Connington! You, you bring me my beast!"
Who could say no to the King in that court?
All simply bowed and went to do their work.
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