What?!" Wylis exclaimed in silence.
The numbers that flashed before him left him speechless. He had a general idea that he'd get Genna's notification soon, but the babe coming out so powerful was a different thing. It made no sense if ten was considered peak for a person.
His son had come out of Genna with four Life Points in intelligence to begin with and two in all others. If that wasn't a massive blessing, then he didn't know what was.
I guess… Tywin just found his successor.
And the fact that the babe would be loyal to him made it even better.
Before sleeping, he quietly allotted the Life Points.
[Son(Bastard) - Genna Lannister
Life Points Available - 0]
[Strength - 2+2/10
Dexterity - 2+1/10
Intelligence - 4+3/10
Charisma - 2+2/10
Vitality - 2+2/10]
He made it decently rounded with more focus on intelligence. That was what Tywin would expect from his blood. Hopefully, the kid will start speaking, reading, and writing very soon.
Ting!
What now?
[Cersei Lannister Lust - 50%]
Hah? That's a ten percent jump. Why? I didn't even meet her.
Of all the women, it was correct to say that Cersei confused him the most. The woman could be begging for his cock one moment and in the next moment, begging her own brother's. She could be seething to kill someone and then be jumping on his cock next.
Cersei Lannister wasn't a danger. But the fact that she believed she was clever made her dangerous.
Ugh… I guess she'll be getting a giant soon enough. Just not me.
With that, he shut his eyes for a good sleep. The Battle of the Trident was coming.
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Riverrun, Riverlands,
The seat of Lord Hoster Tully. The castle was not the biggest, far smaller than Harrenhal, but it had elligence. Made of red sandstone walls, with plenty of battlements and its towers, combined, made it a worthy stronghold.
And that night, a feast was taking place. Hoster Tully's two daughters were getting married. One of them was luckier than the other. Catelyn Stark was to wed Eddard Stark of Winterfell, once promised to Brandon Stark. And Lysa Tully was to wed Lord Jon Arryn of Vale, an old man already.
"I would have wed my daughter Lysa to you, Ser Wylis, if not for my promise to Lord Arryn first." Lord Hoster Tully said while he stood beside Wylis as his two daughters swore their vows before a Septon.
Ever since Wylis saved Hoster in Stoney Sept, Hoster had become fascinated with Wylis, his strength, his manners, and his prowess in battle. Having seen Wylis fight and win against six knights all alone, it was a reasonable reaction.
I'd fuck her, but marriage? I'll pass.
Wylis just smiled, watching the two sisters standing before their husbands. Honestly, he had to say, Catelyn was amongst the most beautiful women he'd seen north of King's Landing. She had charming, high cheekbones, fair skin, with thick auburn hair and deep blue eyes. And the best part, just at eighteen, she had an ample, heavy bosom. Ned was a lucky man; he could see that.
In comparison, Lysa was also pretty. Pretty enough that he'd consider doing her just for her looks. But other than her looks, everything else was rotten. Moreover, she'd soon lose that beauty as well.
"Lord Arryn's need for a wife outweighs mine, my Lord," Wylis said with a faint smile. "At his age, it's best to sow as quickly as one can."
"Ha! Aye, that's true enough." Lord Hoster chuckled. "Ser Wylis, I had heard tales of you before, and I judged wrong. A man your size, folks reckon you're just a big brute swinging a sword without thought. But by the Seven, I was mistaken. Watching you take down Connington and his men, that was a sight I won't soon forget."
"I did as was my duty, my Lord," Wylis said, acting modest.
"Aye, duty binds us all. Still... you saved my life. That's not a thing I forget. I could not give you my daughter, no. Yet my debt remains. If ever you're in want, and I've strength left to help, ask it of me."
Hearing him, a certain town flashed in Wylis' thoughts. Of course, he had no desire to be its ruler, but other things could be claimed. Such as a trade monopoly. It was the best way to go about it since he already had the womb monopoly there.
Hah! Womb monopoly? Fuck, Tyrant's Squire is corrupting me.
"I'll remember that, my Lord."
Clap! Clap!
Finally, the exchange of vows was complete. There was no kiss between the couple since there was no love involved. It was a purely political marriage to secure Lord Hoster's full support in the Rebellion. Catelyn, once smitten by Brandon Stark, had to settle for the younger brother. Lysa, in love with Petyr Baelish, had to settle for the old Lord Jon Arryn.
I'm a lucky man. Wylis thought of Lyanna, the woman he dearly loved and proudly lusted after.
"More ale here!"
"Meat!"
Knights and lords filled the Great Hall of Riverrun, where the feast officially began. Wylis had been given a seat at the main table.
Right in the middle was Lord Hoster, on his left was Catelyn, then Eddard, and finally Wylis. On his right were Lysa, Jon Arryn, wounded Robert, and Edmure.
Before them, the large hall was filled with rows of tables. Men and women ate there while servants frantically ran around.
Of course, Wylis was also wolfing down on the fine cuisine. Feasts were occasions when the best food was cooked. Even the common taverns didn't cook things this nice. With so much butter, so much fine wine.
Umm… Can't wait to be a lord and get invited to every damn wedding in Westeros.
"Ser Wylis…"
"Hm?" He looked to his right, at Eddard.
Eddard leaned sideways towards Wylis and spoke in a hushed, hesitant tone. "There is a matter I must ask of you."
Oh? The honorable Eddard Stark asking me for help? Wylis was all ears.
"If it's within my power, I'll see it done."
"You are the only one I can ask. The rest have had too much wine and too little sense," Eddard replied, and lowered his voice more. "Spare Catelyn the shame of that wretched ceremony. She's no prize to be paraded."
Oh?
Wylis' face turned abruptly, some drunk, asleep thoughts in his head fired up. His eyes gazed on Catelyn's lovely face. He'd forgotten about the bedding ceremony.
I could get a nice view of her nude beauty—Or not?
The custom of bedding in Westeros was crass. After the feast, the bride was to be carried by the male guests while undressing her to complete nudity, all the while making lewd, bawdy jokes about sex. Wylis was sure a lot of groping took place in those moments. He really couldn't see how it could be comfortable for any woman.
Likewise, men got the same done to them by women. The couple would be left alone only when they're bundled in bed. And even after that, the guests would wait outside the bridal chamber, shouting lewd suggestions.
Ah! These men.
He glanced at a few men in the hall. Jory Cassell, who was going to tear her gown in haste. Desmond Grell, who'd make jokes. And Lord Dustin, the madman who'd personally tell Eddard about his disappointment of being weaned after seeing Castelyn's breasts.
But he couldn't refuse Eddard. Refusing would mean he was like those crass men. Besides, another wicked, but fun thought arose in his head.
"Very well. I'll make sure her honor remains intact." Wylis promised.
"Thank you."
After that, Eddard didn't speak with him again. Like normal, the feast resumed. Slowly, the plates started to turn empty. The wine jars began to run out after multiple refills.
"Bedding!"
"Bedding!"
"Bedding!"
Soon enough, the men and women started to form a crowd. Lord Hoster had already left, not wanting to see his daughters nude. Most of the older folks had left. The women strode towards Eddard's side.
Men rushed towards Catelyn, grinning, drunk. They were all knights and lords, all towering over Catelyn.
How the fuck did this custom survive this long? Wylis wondered.
He could see himself being surrounded by women, snatching his clothes, and talking about his cock. But as a man, he couldn't think of Lyanna being treated like that. Her clothes torn apart by drunk, large men, and her body fondled. His blade would meet a lot of napes if that happened.
Time to keep that promise.
Eddard was dragged away. The men were delaying Catelyn. Clearly, they wanted to at least savor the sight.
Rip~
As expected, Jory Cassell removed Catelyn's cloak first and tried to tear apart her wedding gown. The dress was light grey and alluringly clung to her large bust and slim waist. She was taller than most women, probably five-six, Wylis guessed. Still too short for him.
Rip~
Holy! They have no patience!
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