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Truly, getting to Vulture's Roost was the easy part. The hard part for Wylis was trying to find the best way to reveal his brood that he'd already seeded, and the future brood that he'll have to keep growing. He didn't want to tell her about Tyrant's Squire as it could make her depressed, feeling that her existence was reduced to a few numbers.
He genuinely cared for Lyanna and wanted to give her all the happiness in the world that a wife deserved. Sadly, cheating on your wife wasn't one of those happinesses. And knowing her fiery temperament, he was also worried for the babe in her belly. What if she became self-destructive and harmed herself or the babe?
Fuck, damned if I do, damned if I don't.
"So, I'm dead now?" Lyanna asked as she walked beside him, helping him carry their things into the ruined castle of Vulture's Roost. She was carrying a tiny cloth bag, though.
"For the time being, you are," Wylis said, shaking his mind off the worry. "We've burned the Tower of Joy to the ground, it's a complete rubble now. The female dead body we left behind was the same height and build as you. Any half-competent maester will swear it was you. Let them."
Lyanna nodded her head, half calm and half vexed. Faking her death would get her out of her betrothal with Robert, and give her the chance to marry Wylis and live with him. But it also meant that she couldn't use Stark in her name. She can't go home.
"Ellyn," she breathed, almost afraid of how much she liked the new name. "It feels like someone I could be… with you. Someone else—someone freer."
"Hah, can already imagine lords calling you the dainty little lady of the big lord Wylis."
"I'm not that short," Lyanna said, poking him hard in the ribs. "I reach your chest just fine."
"Lower chest." He corrected.
"Careful, love. If you're trying to sleep on the floor, you're doing a fine job of it."
Wylis laughed out loud. "Girl, we're all sleeping on the floor in this ruin."
"..."
Speechless for a moment, Lyanna started laughing too after that. She strolled closer to his side and hugged his meaty arm. "Look at you, still so damn infuriating. I missed that. I missed this. Us. Trading jabs, no one getting their feelings bruised. It's like breathing again."
"Careful, she-wolf. I could knock that breath right out of you, if that's what you're after." He cheekily replied.
Lyanna grinned back. "I'd be all for it—gods, would I—but I'm afraid the guest won't like that. Mama bear needs to keep breathing."
"Pfft… Mama bear?"
"What else am I, huh? Wylis, you bloody beastly ox. Your head's in the clouds, feet like tree trunks. You think our babe's coming out dainty? Gods, I'm already terrified. That child'll tear me in half… I'll die."
"I won't allow it," he said firmly, locking her arm tighter against his. "Why do you think we keep Qyburn around? Isn't that right?"
Qyburn quickly responded from behind, also carrying a box of his own supplies. "That is correct, Ser Wylis. But I'm still learning from you."
That earned Wylis an instant glare from Lyanna. She was interested in his miraculous sudden knowledge in the field of medicine. Especially in childbirth. Qyburn also talked to her about the germ theory, which she found hard to believe. And many more things. More shocking was that her beloved giant had invented them.
Fuck you, Qyburn.
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Taking into account when he likely impregnated Lyanna, which was on the last day of the Tourney at Harrenhal, Wylis and Qyburn had an idea when she would give birth. Almost eight months had passed since the tourney, and at least another month was needed.
Wylis used that time to feed his beautiful wife-to-be healthy meals, make her exercise, and do everything he could to ease the process for her. He set up a clean, almost sterile area within the ruins for the eventual. He prepared all the tools needed for emergencies. He prepared all the chemicals, pure alcohol, cotton, and other things.
Just as Lyanna had said, he was worried the babe might be too chunky for her. And seeing her belly swell, the worry was starting to become a reality.
Weeks passed in Vulture's Roost. By then, Wylis reckoned the Rebellion had already entered its early stages. The Battle of Summerhall must have already happened, he reckoned. The Rebellion would only grow stronger after that, and he wanted to join.
And surprisingly, as Lyanna's pregnancy neared the final stage, her lust grew by leaps and bounds. He'd wake up with his cock in her mouth, and he'd then satisfy her with his finger, or she'd just rub herself on his thickness, teasing herself to completion.
He didn't hate it at all. If anything, it made him feel more guilty. He'd promised her that he'd exchange vows with her. But nearly a month had gone by, and he was still undecided. He was almost certain that he wanted her to go through the pregnancy first.
"Mm—Aaaaagh!"
Wylis woke up to Lyanna's cry one night. That was it, the moment he'd been waiting for had arrived.
"QYBURN!"
Wylis lifted her gently in his arms and carried her into the isolated, clean delivery area prepared beforehand. He'd even built the entire delivery bed with the backrest and raised leg boards, made out of smoothened wood, so her legs were kept spread and high for the delivery position.
He was quick to strap her and prepare her for the final push.
"Aaaaaargh… W-What the fuck… did you put in me! It's not coming out!"
Fuck!
Although he'd cut open a woman's belly before for delivery. Seeing the woman you actually cherish so much go through it was different. On top of that, knowing she died in another reality worried him.
"Qyburn!" Wylis ordered, guiding the old man. "Keep an eye out for bleeding!"
He stood beside her the entire time, letting her claw at his forearm, gripping him so hard that her own knuckles turned white. She growled, gritted her teeth, and cursed profanities at Wylis, even Qyburn wasn't spared.
It being her first childbirth, Wylis knew it was going to take hours. If not days. But he was prepared and stood by her. The clock ticked, although there was no clock. The night turned into day, and hours passed.
"Don't you lose it now, Lyanna! You listening?" Wylis roared at her tired face. "If you don't push that fat babe out, I'll have to cut open your belly!"
"Fuck you! Who's babe are you calling fat?" Lyanna snapped and pushed again. "It's our… babe… What? Cut me? You madman—Aaaaaargh!"
"I SEE IT!" Qyburn roared, the poor man too tired for the new profession Wylis had assigned him. "The head's out!"
"Let me see!" Wylis tried to move Lyanna's claws from him. But she wouldn't let go. "Lyanna!"
"Don't… you… bloody… cut me!" She growled.
"..."
"I won't." Wylis exchanged positions. Now it was poor Qyburn getting his arm squeezed, and unlike Wylis, it actually hurt him.
Quickly, Wylis checked the condition and made sure everything was alright. There were no complications.
"Push! Keep pushing, Lyanna, or I'll have to cut you!"
"NO!"
The threat of being sliced open seemed to work. Lyanna pushed and kept pushing. Slowly but surely, the baby came out naturally. And once the chunky babe was fully out, Lyanna gasped a deep, soothing breath.
Wylis was quick at work already. He waited a few minutes before tying the cord in two places using a thread he and Qyburn had made just for that purpose. Finally, he cut the cord. He ensured that the placenta was out. By then, Qyburn was at work, wiping the baby's nose and mouth, then rubbing its back until the sharp cry resonated.
"Waaaaaa~ Waaaa~"
Quickly, Wylis washed the baby with warm water, pure to perfection beforehand, and wiped the baby dry. Finally, using a clean cloth, he swaddled the baby tightly. However, just as he was doing that, he remembered he hadn't even checked the gender, too worried and rushed to bother.
"Oh!" He noticed the tool. "It's a boy! Lyanna, did you hear that? Hah?"
Ting!
[Lifespan increased by 1 year!]
[Remaining Lifespan - 61 Years 5 Months]
[Legacy (Trueborn & Bastards) - Customizer Unlocked]
[Customizer - Customize your newborn. A Tyrant's seed must not stand weak.]
Ting!
[Newborn detected]
[Son(Bastard) - Lyanna Stark's
Life Points Available - 10]
[Strength - 1/10
Dexterity - 0/10
Intelligence - 0/10
Charisma - 0/10
Vitality - 1/10]
[TIP: Tyrant's Squire advises you to carefully distribute the ten Life Points. Beyond this, each nameday shall earn the Tyrant's offspring one Life Point.]
[Tip: 1 is basic and 10 is peak on the human scale. An average human can only achieve 10 points in two of the five categories in their entire lifetime.]
Holy… fucking… shit!
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