Qyburn went to rest.
Wylis sat near the bed and watched Lyanna and his son sleep, wrapped in warm quilts. Other than thinking about telling her the truth, he was also planning on how to utilize those ten life points sitting in Tyrant's Squire.
The baby was pretty chunky at birth, with his light blue eyes and hair a dark shade of brown. He hadn't given a name yet, but he'd already decided on it, and also the family name he was going to use.
Ten points. He thought about it. If one point meant basic ability, then his son was born with one point in strength and one in vitality. That meant the base was already solid. His son was going to be strong and healthy, more than average folks. But at the same time, combining the ten points he had, his son would have twelve in total from birth.
Adding one point on each birthday meant his son would max out in all five categories by the age of thirty-eight. If an average human took their entire lifetime to max out two categories, what would make his son who'd max out all of them before even hitting forty?
Tyrant's Squire, ha?
He was starting to grasp where it all was leading him. Children absolutely loyal to him, absolutely gifted in every category. Combined with his own strength and knowledge, and also the 100% Loyalty rewards, which made him genetically superior to other bloodlines.
It was all leading him to become a respected and feared figure in Westeros.
Wylis was tempted to just allot two points to each. But he stopped, realizing that Strength and Dexterity weren't as important in the initial years of the child. Not until the age of three, at least. Nobody expected the baby to start lifting weights.
"Let's go with this, then."
Ting!
[Son(Bastard) - Lyanna Stark's
Life Points Available - 0]
[Strength - 1+1/10
Dexterity - 0+1/10
Intelligence - 0+2/10
Charisma - 0+5/10
Vitality - 1+1/10]
He did it, gave one point to Strength, one to Dexterity, two to Intelligence, five to Charisma, and one to Vitality. He went overboard on Charisma for one single reason. His son was going to be seen by many soon, including a lot of noble women and women in general.
The plan was to soon spread rumors across Westeros among the women that Wylis' seed was strong, intelligent, something akin to mythical. And his son's charisma would be the final straw. A baby so beautiful, and Wylis was sure that as the baby would grow, he'd surpass his looks.
Let's keep pumping Dexterity, Intelligence, and Vitality till he's three years old, and then pump Strength till he's eight. Then bring all categories to a parity of five, and continue with strength beyond that.
He had a realistic desire. He wanted his son to be strong and intelligent.
Eventually, he fell asleep seated on that crudely made, broken chair. Supervising baby births wasn't easy, and he was going to need a lot more help. Just Qyburn wasn't enough. So, he decided to spread the knowledge of dealing with childbirth complications, making it safer for women in general. That way, no matter where he'd sow his seed, he wouldn't have to worry.
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A day passed, and Lyanna proved she was one strong woman. Just a day after giving birth, she started walking around as if nothing had happened. She looked fit, looked strong, and looked even more beautiful with that glow on her face.
By all standards, she was pretty young, the same age as Wylis. So, he gave her some more care to ensure she'd grow even healthier. For now, he had no plans of putting another babe in her. Not until he had a permanent place for her to live.
"Magnus?" Lyanna eyed Wylis while holding their son in her arms. "I was thinking of something Northern."
"Like what? Bron, Jon, Brandon, the same three names repeated for a thousand years?" Wylis retorted with a sneer. "No, our son deserves to stand apart. To be remembered."
Lyanna hummed and stared at her baby's face. He looked so cute that she felt butterflies in her belly. Like the most precious thing in the entire world. Perfect eyes, cute round face, chubby cheeks. She already knew he was going to break a lot of hearts.
"What about the family name?" Lyanna asked.
"Kaiser," Wylis replied sternly, choosing to continue his past surname in this world. "I'm taking that as my family name. House Kaiser will soon be a thing. And you, Lya—Ellyn Kaiser, will be its matriarch."
Lyanna eyed him with raised brows, big grey eyes. Something between a smile and pride lingered on her lips. "Kaiser? Hmm. It's new to me. What is it supposed to mean?
"Emperor."
"..."
At his blunt response, Lyanna went speechless. "Emperor" wasn't a new word to her, although it had no significance in Westeros. But the meaning behind it was so grand.
"W-Wylis… Are you—"
"No, Lyanna, I'm not chasing any crown, and I never will. I swear that to you. But I do want to earn the weight of this name. Of course, we don't have to tell the meaning to anyone." Wylis proudly declared and brushed her cheek with quiet affection, then tapped the chest of the baby in her arms. "I have no desire to settle for mediocrity, even though I have no ambitions for grand titles."
"I believe you," She sweetly replied. "But... don't forget, we haven't sworn our vows yet."
Wylis nodded and decided it was time to do it. Feeling nervous was unavoidable, but it was the necessary step to ensure his future.
"About that… I love you, Lyanna. As a woman, as my dearest friend, as someone I can trust, and as someone I can be myself with. I wish to make you my wife and stand by those vows as a true knight would. But before we take that step, I must speak plainly. There is something you should know… Once you hear it, you may choose another road. And if you do… I will understand."
Lyanna's brows creased, sensing something ominous. She gulped, but nodded. That was all she could do. Her mind raced to anticipate what it was. "Well? Spit it out. We've been tripping over each other for years—what could you possibly say that I don't already know?"
"My secret."
Wylis took little Magnus from her arms and walked out of that ruined chamber in the ruined castle. He found Qyburn soon enough and handed the babe to him. Then, he grabbed Lyanna's hand and dragged her out.
As the Vulture's Roost sat near the source of the Wyl river, he took her to the nearby lake's shore so no one could disturb them. It was in the middle of a valley deep in the Red Mountains. And right there was also an old Weirwood tree, not that big, however. It still had a face carved, but not as detailed anymore.
Finally, Wylis stood still and eyed Lyanna. He measured his words carefully, planning where to even start.
"Remember that day I collapsed and the seizures took me?"
She nodded.
"Something shifted in me that day, Lyanna. For fourteen years, I was just the fat kid no one expected anything from—not even I did. Couldn't ride well, barely kept up in the stables. But then... something snapped. I don't even look like the same person now. It's strange, isn't it? Maybe it's easier if I just show you."
Knowing that she was already 100% loyal to him, and that status didn't change with time, he decided to be honest about it. Well, partially honest. He needed at least one person he could entrust everything to in case some emergency occurred. Someone to have his back.
Before Lyanna's curious eyes, Wylis looked towards a large boulder on the lake's shore. It was pretty big, as high as his knees, and as wide as his shoulders. It likely weighed double as what Lyanna did.
"Ha!"
Wylis didn't need to make any sounds, but he did to show that he was doing it. He focused on the boulder and then punched the air with an uppercut. In the distance, that boulder flung upwards into the sky.
BOOM!
Wylis then punched towards the boulder, and with a booming sound, it was sent flying away far into the distance, eventually landing on the other side of the lake and shattering into pieces.
"W-WHAT?!" Lyanna exhaled, gawking, her jaw hanging wide open, eyes wide in disbelief. "H-How… What was that?"
But instead of replying, Wylis continued. He thumped his feet firmly and took a fighting pose like a boxer.
Woosh!
Boom!
Woosh!
Bam!
He repeated the same thing but without stopping. Multiple boulders of different sizes, even bigger than the first one, flew in the air and got punched away. Finally, continuing that motion, Wylis leapt in the air towards the lake and slammed his right foot hard into the ground.
WOOSH!
The land shook and cracked. A shockwave went towards the lake's direction, originating from his feet. Wylis continued using his hand, this time in a slow movement, as if trying to pull something out of the lake.
And something did come out.
Grrrrr~
Amidst the grinding and splashing sounds, a bridge appeared in the middle of the lake. Three feet wide, made of earth, going from where Wylis stood all the way to the other side of the lake. That was the current peak of his abilities, which was a lot considering he was just digging a tunnel earlier.
He was sweating by the end of it, and started walking. He moved onto the bridge he'd just made and stood at its center, not wanting anyone to hear him at any cost. But he also wanted to make the bridge feel more real to her.
Once Lyanna hesitantly followed him and reached the middle, Wylis moved his hand again and created a round stone bench behind her.
"Sit, Lyanna. What I'm about to say won't be easy to understand—and it may well enrage you." He advised her, though he loved how dumbstruck she looked. Even as she sat, she looked left and right in disbelief. It all felt like a dream. Dragons were more believable than a man moving the Earth like a toy.
"Wylis… What is all this?"
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