Wylis jumped off the bed with urgency, scaring Rhaella.
"Stay in bed, Rhaella. Wenda is in labor, and I have a bad feeling," he explained and grabbed his clothes quickly, donning them and running out.
Last time, during Wenda's first childbirth, the situation was the same. It was negative two back then. Now, it was negative five. Clearly, Wenda wasn't meant to sire another babe if the situation was deteriorating.
He silently decided not to have any more children with her. She'd done enough already.
During his rush, he allotted six points to Vitality alone, stabilising the babe before even reaching the place. The Life Points were truly lifesavers.
[Strength - 4/10
Dexterity - 1/10
Intelligence - 2/10
Charisma - 2/10
Vitality - 1/10]
The boy was strong otherwise.
As the labour room was also underground, Wylis arrived at the place quickly. Qyburn was inside with three midwives. There was blood, a lot of it. The babe was safe, crying. However, Wenda didn't look that well.
"Move!" Wylis rushed into action, cleaning his hands quickly with the prepared solution.
Wenda had some internal bleeding, it seemed. Sadly, even Wylis had no way of mending an inner wound. He had no way of replacing the lost blood either.
It was a nightmare, seeing Wenda's face lose color. And at that moment, he felt like shit. He imagined Lyanna's face there, because truth be told, this could happen to anyone.
Fuck, I didn't prepare for this.
"Wenda, don't you lose it!" He shouted, trying to keep her awake. Internal bleeding was the leading cause of death for childbearing women in Westeros. He could think of things that would have helped in modern times. But making them now was impossible.
But as long as she'd survive this, he had the means of saving her.
"W-Wylis?"
Wenda's lips murmured, eyes still closed.
"Stay awake! Qyburn, use the damn gauze I gave you. They will take the blood better. Do not rub it. Tap it. Midwife, keep the pressure steady, but gentle, or you will tear it open again. Use the penicillin, watered down."
It was a hellish experience, no matter how many times Wylis went through them. Helping a random woman give birth was one thing. Seeing a woman give birth to his child was different.
"You best stay alive, Wenda. Else forget giving me a third. This one's large and heavy. Near killed his mother coming out. He'll grow into something fierce."
A smile curved on Wenda's pained lips.
Too bad, he had no Life Points to give to Wenda.
Hours went by, and the night passed. Outside the labour room, all the other women waited. Wenda was like a sister to them. They all saw each other like that.
Slowly, morning approached outside.
But in there, Wylis stayed awake the entire time. He kept Wenda awake as well. It was maybe prayers or luck. The bleeding had stopped before it became too much. But things were still dangerous.
Wylis kept her steady, her legs in place so she wouldn't move too much and open the inner wounds again. She was awake, however, for a while. She was able to see the babe and hold him to her chest.
Even after that, Wylis didn't leave.
He maintained the temperature of the labour room so she wouldn't get too cold. He remained there just in case she needed something. They fed her medicine as well in liquid form. Penicillin was miraculous.
"My lord, you should rest."
Wylis ignored Qyburn and remained seated in the chair. "I'll do that when she's awake."
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Barrowton,
Brandon stared at the ceiling of the bedchamber, feeling warm and fresh that morning. Lying naked under that heavy quilt was a relief, and with that head of messy brown hair on his arm, it was heavenly.
He and Lady Barbrey had stayed up almost the entire night, rekindling old flames and memories rather deeply. It had happened suddenly, a few drinks, a few words exchanged. What started with a simple kiss ended with them in her bedchamber, her on top of him, riding him.
"When do you leave for Winterfell?" Barbrey asked, her voice a whisper while her fingers softly traced his bearded jaw.
"King Robert will be arriving at Ramsgate soon. I'm not missing that. Gods, I'd wager Robert spars Wylis and gets his arse handed to him." Brandon snorted. "You ought to meet him, Barbrey. He's a bloody flower that's somehow grown in a frozen shithole like Winterfell."
Barbrey chuckled with a snort. "Hard to believe you're speaking of a man like this."
"I saw the signs long before any," Brandon said, scowling. "That's why I fought Father so hard to make Wylis a knight. Believe me, Barbrey, meet him once, and you'll be both amazed and shocked. He can help House Ryswell and House Dustin alike. And gods, Caliburn, that brute of a horse. Finest mount in all of Westeros, and I swear that fucker understands every word we say."
Silence fell between them. The hum of air outside and the chirpings of birds. He didn't say anything, waiting for her.
Barbrey moved closer, resting her head against his shoulder. "Perhaps I'll give you a chance. I will meet Lord Kaiser. Roose means nothing to me. I know the darkness that lives in his heart. But Domeric, I do love. He's of my blood, however thin it runs, and he is the nearest I will ever have to a child of my own."
Brandon looked at her face, his free hand moved under the quilt to reach her flat belly.
"That isn't happening, Brandon."
"I said nothing."
She stared at him. He stared back, smirking.
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Ramsgate,
Wenda lived. It wasn't easy; Wylis cared for her day and night. He fed her with his own hands, and gave her all the medicines. He cooked the soupy stew for her. He helped her bathe as well, wiping her body with a warm towel. He lifted her in his arms to take her to the terrace to get some fresh air.
He didn't allow her to walk on her own for a whole week. He made sure she drank all the electrolyte-laced concoctions he made. Until he saw the old color return to her face, he didn't let her walk.
Finally, after that, he returned to his work.
He oversaw the last stones being placed for his new castle wall that sat on the inner side of the moat, right on top of the mesa his castle sat on. With that, he had the entire moat's outer edge and inner edge walled.
For the water to flow, Wylis only had to spend a single night digging the last section. The water would soon flow and turn his castle into an island.
But he needed to wait for the night for that. So, he visited the blacksmith and oversaw the end of his large order. All the large metal boxes had been created for his ships. He then checked the ships, ensuring the training was going well for the sailors.
Finally, he oversaw a few executions of criminals. Death was a guaranteed punishment for murder and rape in Ramsgate. And because of Wylis' Eye of the Judge ability, he knew a criminal by the way of speech and standing. He was never wrong about his verdicts.
Ramsgate itself was very busy, and the castle was even busier. With the King's arrival approaching, the castle was being decorated from the inside out. The great hall was being prepared. The port was being cleaned.
But none of that required Wylis.
As soon as night came, he snuck out in the darkness. Using Earthbending, he went to the northern side of his moat and began digging the last few feet. It was simple digging, so it didn't take long.
Shhh!
First came a few streams, tearing through the last remaining chunk of dirt. The moat was more like a manmade canal at that point. It was supposed to have a southward flow, and it would also carry the castle's sewage in the future.
Should throw barbed wire along the wall in the future.
Swoosh!
At last, the last chunks moved, and the water gained its full flow intensity. He could see it in the darkness, the waves splashing. And it was decently fast, making it tough for anyone to swim. But not so fast that it would erode the foundation.
Time to celebrate.
With a smirk, he noticed a bright light from beyond the wall, inside the backyard of his castle, where the hot spring was. He could also hear a few feminine giggles.
Like a complete madman, Wylis jumped down into his own moat and swam around to the drawbridge. He wanted to see how easy it was for someone to sneak inside his castle.
The stone foundation of his castle was very slippery. He had to use Earthbending to make some grips, or else he'd have been swept into the Shivering Sea.
"My lord?!"
Wylis climbed up, although the drawbridge was raised at that time. There were two drawbridges. Wylis climbed the innermost one and reached the outer courtyard. Many of the soldiers had come out because the water was making noise.
"Good work, lads." Wylis waved. "Don't fall in the moat. The current is too strong."
Wylis waved at them and entered the castle, leaving the men bewildered. He walked straight to the backyards, coming out in the open. The place was stunning, with trimmed grass and trees around. With the new inner wall of the moat, the privacy was also enhanced.
"Neigh-hehehe!"
What the fuck?
He rushed his steps and turned the corner, finally getting a clear view of the steaming hot spring. Oh, it felt like heaven already. All the lovely women of the castle were there, bathing. From Lyanna to Elia. But the most surprising was Caliburn. Why the fuck was he there?
Look at him! Fucker's smiling at me.
Caliburn was having fun. Lyanna, Anna, and Ros were scrubbing him, giving him a good hot bath. Not to mention, they were all nude.
Wylis couldn't stop looking at their jiggling breasts and asses. Gods, they were gorgeous, each one of them. He was already hard as a log. But he had no desire to slide in any of them. He just wanted a soothing bath.
"Wylis!" Lyanna waved at him.
All the women turned their heads to him, smiling fondly. Only Elia shrank her neck and submerged herself in the spring until only her shoulders and head were visible.
He noticed Elia's reaction, but didn't look at her. He wasn't going to avoid this experience just because she was there. She was the minority while all the other women had seen him on a much deeper level than just naked.
"Come here, Wylis." Wenda waved at him, seated on the edge with just her feet in the water. She was still not allowed to soak because of the internal wounds.
Right away, he took off his tunic, then his trousers, and walked into the water. Sure, kids were there, but they were like his own children, and they were too young to remember anything. Besides, they were busy playing in the middle. Daenerys was too small, however, so a cradle was placed nearby for her. Byron, his newborn son with Wenda, was also there.
"This is heaven." He muttered, easing into the water beside Wenda's feet. "Are you well?"
Wenda snuggled closer to his side, leaning down, her one hand already gripping his shaft under the water. "I'm healthy and lovely, because of someone big and warm and strong."
"I did what was right, nothing more."
"Which isn't common," said Ashara as she sat snuggling to his other side, pulling his arm herself over his shoulder. Her hand joined Wenda's to fondle his cock. "Most men would simply send a few midwives, cry in a Sept, and forget about the woman. No man does what you did, bathing her, caring for her like…"
Wylis leaned in and pecked her lips, shutting Ashara's mouth. "I'd do that for all of you. So let's not talk about that anymore."
Just relaxing, he leaned his head back, feeling warm and calm despite their curious hands edging him.
Man, I'd kill for a nice cigar and a cocktail with some vodka… wait a fucking minute. I can just make all that myself. Wait, why haven't I done that already?
He had the damn chemistry mastery. He had the Mastery of Medicine. He could make every alcohol and cocktail known to him in his entire first life. And having been a billionaire, he knew most of them. From the shittiest to the most expensive.
Oh! I should make something quickly. Robert would love them.
With a new goal, he opened his eyes and looked around.
They had finished bathing Caliburn; the boy was drying himself now. All the women had returned to the pool, and it was so beautiful. The torches flickered golden light on their glistening skin. The steam made it seem like real heaven.
He looked at Lyanna and saw no jealousy. Heck, she was just as relaxed as he was, confident in herself. After all, the she-wolf knew she had the giant's heart clutched tighter than she held him inside. He loved the synergy between all of them.
"Wylis, who has bigger breasts? Me, or Ros?" Lyanna suddenly asked, hugging the redhead close beside herself.
Was that a trick question? He gulped, seeing the two women so close to each other. He wondered if he could have both of them? The rule said he could be with multiple of them as long as it wasn't their bedchamber.
"Well…" He licked his lips, not in heat, but from nervousness. "Ros clearly has bigger ones."
"Aaaah!"
Lyanna suddenly pinched Ros' sensitive nipples and shifted away, acting grumpy.
Wylis chuckled and waved at Lyanna, calling her over. His sweet wife melted right away and crawled to him. Then, he made her lean back against his chest in the water, and his hands massaged both her breasts.
"I'll make them big and full soon," he whispered in her ear, leaving her blushing for all to see.
And because Lyanna felt his cock throb against her ass, she knew he was horny for her. She melted further into his chest, just her head above the water now.
"Elia." Wylis looked at the dark-skinned woman, her cheeks burning red and her eyes darting about like a cornered doe. "What would House Martell's reaction be if they saw you?"
"I'm curious about that too," Lyanna commented lazily, loving the attention of her husband so openly.
Elia frowned visibly, looking down. "Well… I suppose they will be relieved. Doran isn't foolish enough to scream it to the realm. But Oberyn… is impulsive. He may try to challenge the Crown or the Lannisters."
"Well, I'll beat his ass to a pulp then and make it a condition for him if he wants to do something foolish," Wylis confidently replied and eyed Anna, meekly seated beside Rhaella. "Are you prepared to take Lyanna's place, Anna?"
"My Lor—Wylis? I'm… I'm prepared."
"Oh, my Anna." Lyanna cooed, jumped out of Wylis' arms, and slid to hug Anna. "Don't worry, Wylis. I've taught Anna all about myself. She's like a sister I never had. Gods know how you managed to corrupt her, Wylis. She's too sweet."
"..."
Wylis laughed, as did the other ladies. He loved this, the moment, the air of calm and joy.
"Ah, Ashara." He remembered something and eyed Ashara beside him, his arm once again over her back. "You being here is no secret, nor that you gave me the finest daughter a man could ask for. Is Lord Dayne still furious with me? I had hoped to set up a trade outpost in Starfall."
Ashara smiled wryly. "I… I haven't spoken with him in months. I have sent ravens but received no answer."
"Let's visit him personally in the near future, then. I had hoped Starfall might lend a hand with the trade I mean to begin. Its strength will be fast ships and easy roads to the ports. There is much in it for House Starfall, if they are willing."
"What are you planning to trade in?" Elia asked then, still hiding herself in the water mostly.
"Any fool can mimic it soon enough. Still, the first year or two will fill my coffers so well that I'll not lose sleep over what I spend now. And once Robert gets his greasy fingers on it, I'll care even less. He'll make sure I succeed."
The women scratched their heads, still confused. That was when Lyanna sat up straight, frowning. "Still haven't answered the question. What is it?"
Wylis smiled and relaxed back, grinning because he already knew how they would react to it.
"Something that's abundant in the North but non-existent in the South."
Still, the women stared at him with a hope for an answer. Lyanna was a moment away from jumping at him, done with his riddles.
"Ice. It's ice."
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