Now, that was a lucrative offer. Lannisters employed hundreds, if not thousands of miners in their gold mines. In front of them, what could Wylis and his ten men even do? Moreover, his offer was big enough to be worth it for himself, yet small enough not to brush the Lord of Casterly Rock wrongly.
I'll drain the fuck out of your mines once I get there.
Of course, Earthbending changed everything. Wylis alone was worth thousands of miners.
This time, Genna seemed troubled, thinking deeply.
"Remember this. I can name the region where the mines lie, and you may spend years, perhaps decades, chasing shadows. What I offer instead is the exact location itself," he reminded and relaxed back, watching her eyes move as if calculations ran in her mind.
She didn't ask how he could guarantee it; she just accepted his words. They were coming from the Tyrant of the Trident, not a mumbling fool.
"You will mine yourself? Why?" Genna asked, as if more worried about him mining than the request itself.
Wylis shrugged, lifting his arms and giving them a brief flex. "Why not? It's a fair sort of work, and these arms were not forged for sitting idle. Stabbing hearts and cutting throats loses its charm after a time."
Genna just stared at him like he was the most entertaining court jester in the world.
"If that is so… I doubt my brother would object, not if it's only you and ten men besides. I can write to him, unless there is something more you care to add."
"We should work on the terms of the agreement," Wylis said, and started writing on a blank piece of paper.
"We'll have the Crown officiate it," Genna suggested.
Wylis gave a soft chuckle and shook his head. "Not enough, my lady. I stand on good terms with Queen Cersei, true, but she's still every bit a Lannister. One day, her son will sit on the Iron Throne. Let the Iron Bank stand as witness and officiator. House Lannister can bear that, surely.
"And I want assurances. If no new mine opens in the Westerlands within a year, I'll have the right to enter the mines of Casterly Rock with ten men and take whatever precious stone we find."
To that, Genna smirked, appearing more proud than troubled.
"You have the realm quite fooled, my lord. If only they knew you think just as hard as you fu… Well, I am impressed. You know my brother would never let you inside Casterly Rock's mines. You are forcing his hand to begin mining."
Wylis nodded and added another line.
"I want the ships delivered within two years. If not, then for every year the bargain falls short, I will place another hundred men in the mines, a hundred more with each passing year. It may sound harsh, but I must have some assurance the ships will come once the mines are yours."
Genna nodded to it again, smiling like a maiden meeting her first love.
At last, Wylis passed the paper so she wouldn't miss anything. Right there, she read it with focus, then folded it and placed it in the tight confines of her bosom.
"Now that we are finished, let me offer you my help, my lord," Genna said with a knowing smile. "I have heard of King Robert's visit, and I know the bind you find yourself in. I can have my men spread through the town to turn away prying eyes and listening ears. As for the castle, leave the maids to me. I will see that their loyalties are properly placed."
Wylis gazed at her, trying to gauge her. She was a tough woman to crack; he had to give it to her. The woman was born to be a politician. Too bad for her, she was born a woman.
"Why?" he asked directly. "Why are you even interested?"
"Because…" Genna rose from her chair and walked around his table.
Wylis pushed his chair back and made space, and watched her turn and sit sideways on his lap. His one arm quickly wrapped around her soft back, giving her back some support. His other landed on her fluffy thighs.
"Because this... You make me excited." Genna slid an arm over his shoulder, her face so close her breath brushed his skin before she pressed a slow kiss to his cheek, just shy of his lips. "Oh, I know how sinful and filthy I am, my lord. But I swear by our son's name, I have no desire or reason to betray you. Not after you gave me the greatest joy of my life. Something even my father and brother never managed. And I like it here. It's rare to find women so... experienced, so knowledgeable, and such a pleasure to talk to. Debating the realm, history, and the old tales with the two graces is stirring. And Lyanna is pure thrill wrapped in that stunning, slender frame. I enjoy it here, my lord."
Wylis smiled, his hand moved low behind her back to grope her feathery soft, squished asscheeks. "Careful, living in my castle has a drawback."
"Which is?"
"Wobbly legs, sleepless nights, and sore loins."
"Hah!" Genna laughed throatily. "Oh, may the Seven bless all women with such misfortune."
He laughed with her and allowed her to kiss him. His other hand groped her tits, worthy of being suffocated between. Only when she grew breathless did she break the kiss, a hint of their spit making a bridge between their lips.
"I should go and write to my lord brother."
He gave a soft slap to her ass and let her stand up. He watched her go, a walk that shook that rump, inviting him, teasing him to follow.
But he didn't; he had work to do. But at the same time, he couldn't stop remembering Brandon's words, although the bastard had gone out on his own little adventure to meet Barbrey Dustin.
Aye, I really am a manwhore. No denying it now.
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The Barrowtown,
Brandon sneezed hard, annoyed by that sudden itch in his nose. It had to come just when he stood before Barbrey, his sweetheart from some time back.
"What happened to you, Barbrey?" Brandon asked, covered in warm furs, standing in her solar. "You never used to be this cold. The girl I remember was all fire and fight, the one who slapped the piss out of me whenever I tried my luck with you. I swear those blows took my heart and never gave it back."
Lady Barbrey coldly snorted, arms crossed, dressed in all black as she commonly did now. "She died the day you chose a Tully over me."
"Barbrey, that was never my choice," Brandon clarified and walked over to her like they were still young lovers and not nobles of higher order. He carelessly clapped a hand on her shoulder. "That was my father's doing, that cunt, chasing his southern dreams. The old cunt never even bothered to knight Wylis. Now look at him, Lord Kaiser of Ramsgate."
"And you vanished."
"I didn't. I didn't vanish. I was locked away. More than a year in the damn Black Cells under the Red Keep, Barbrey, rotting in the dark with nothing but rats for company. My last sight was Father burning alive before my eyes, screaming till he couldn't anymore. Gods, I didn't even know if Winterfell still stood. It was all a bloody mess. I made too many mistakes, aye, and I'm done with that. That's why I let Ned have the castle. I'm through chasing others' dreams. Now I'm doing what makes me happy, and right now, looking at you... Gods, it makes me fucking happy."
For a moment, he saw it. The way Barbrey looked back at him, her eyes were overcome with emotion. Yet there was restraint, something holding her back.
"We can't, Brandon." She pushed his hand away. "Writing ravens is one thing, but this… I'm Barbrey Dustin now, not Ryswell."
"I'm not asking you to wear my name. Be the Barbrey I fell for, and let me be your Brandon. I am telling you true. The realm can fuck off. Do you want me? Because I fucking want you."
Once again, he saw a flicker of emotion in her cold gaze. Oh, he so much felt like embracing her right then and there. The woman had been through enough because of his carelessness and unwillingness to fight his father. Perhaps he did get swayed by Catelyn's beauty in the end.
And he knew he was a fool for that.
Knock! Knock!
"My lady? The guests are here."
For a moment, Brandon heard a sniffle from Barbrey, her one hand wiping away her eyes urgently. Then her stoic persona returned. She ordered the guests to be let in. He just stared at her, hoping to get a response and not a cold shoulder.
Too damn late? Am I?
He wondered what he could do to win her over again. To have the old Barbrey back, the one filled with life and joy.
Creak!
But then the door opened, and he searched for the damn guests who ruined his private moment. However, once he saw the face, his anger exploded.
"Roose Bolton? What's this whoreson doing here? Plotting another one of his li—"
Brandon caught his words as a little boy slid past his Roose's legs, running towards Barbrey, who was eying him back with a glare.
"Aunt Barbrey!"
Brandon sneered, still staring down Roose Bolton.
Better thank me for this, Wylis. Caught your pain in the arse courting allies.
But what made him even angrier was who Roose was trying to pull into the entire mess.
My Barbrey of all!
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