Her body was screaming, telling her to refuse the marriage. Ask to be wed to Lord Wylis instead. But she forced herself to think with her mind, not her cunt. Her father had refused the likes of Oberyn Martell. Wylis didn't stand a chance, sadly. Not that she wanted that to happen. From what she knew, Wylis had taken Ramsgate as his seat, a likely tiny castle of no significant worth with land as barren as the rest of the North.
She could only hope that Robert Baratheon was decent, even if half as much as Wylis. She'd seen him before; he was tall and most certainly handsome. But sadly, after seeing Wylis, most men seemed mediocre to her. Of course, Jaime was an exception.
Being the queen is my fate.
"He will. Necessity leaves him no other path." Tywin spoke without warmth. "We begin our preparations at once and ride for King's Landing in three months."
Oh… Wylis. Forgive me.
Why, she didn't know. She just felt like apologizing. To her, Jaime was such a natural part of her life that she considered her husband-to-be her true 'first'.
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Ramsgate,
Ting!
[Legacy Feature Unlocked!]
[Tyrant's Fief Detected!]
[New Feature Unlocked - Tyrant's Fief!
Description - A Tyrant's eye sees all. Every blade of grass, every breath taken.
Effect - Access to the interactive map of Tyrant's Fief, marking borders, humans, enemies, animals, ships, allies, buildings, and found natural resources.]
Holy shit! That… makes the job easier.
Wylis had just entered his fief and had received the ping. He summoned the screen and looked for an option. He clicked on Tyrant's Fief and right away, a realistic map of his lands appeared. It only showed his fief; the surrounding fiefs were covered in clouds, marked by the name of the house ruling it. Manderlys to the west, Hornwood to the north, and House Flint of Widow's Watch to his east.
It's pretty big!
He saw the numbers at the bottom of the screen, and it genuinely made his life so much easier. The fief given to him was thirty-two thousand acres big, roughly fifty square miles. It was large for a lesser lord, but since it was the North, there was simply too much land. His fief had a population of slightly more than four thousand. The Ramsgate castle was a coastal keep overlooking the Broken Branch river to its east and the Shivering Sea to its south.
A town was attached to the keep, small but significant, with its own small harbor. The map also informed him that the biggest industries were timber, wool, and fishery; the entire fief was generating an early revenue of just below two hundred golden dragons. A pathetic amount, truly.
The full details in that small scrollable table were extremely handy, though. Thankfully, it didn't count every cat, rat, and insect.
[Tyrant's Fief Description]
[32000 acres, 50 sq.miles.
People - 4198
Garrison - 10 Men
Revenue - 192 Golden Dragons
Industries Main - Timber, wool, and fishing
Cities - 0
Town - 1
Villages - 11
Ships - 0
Fleet - 0
Horses - 280
Cows - 315
Sheep - 5210
Goats - 844]
Wylis whistled at the numbers. But seriously, he had no clue if it was a good number or bad. He was never involved with the administration during his years at Winterfell. Though his economics mastery told him that the numbers were slightly below average, as the fief had a port.
What is this?
When he looked back at the map, he noticed two red dots.
The description noted them as enemies. All the people of his fief were marked green. The traders, visitors from outside, were marked gray. The allies were marked blue, and there were none of the blue ones in his fief at the moment. Villages were marked with a tiny shack icon, his castle was marked with a chess rook, and the town with a double-storey building. The port was marked with an anchor. Animals were currently disabled from showing, as they would cover most of the screen.
Enemies already?
He tried to tap on their red markers, hoping a name would come up. But that didn't happen. A new window did pop up, but it only said 'unknown'. Thankfully, the so-called enemies were sitting in the port.
"You should wear the cloak, my Lady," Wylis warned Elia and looked at Rhaenys in front of him. "And you should hide, Leia. Remember what I taught you?"
"Uh-huh! Bad people chasing. I hide. My name's Leia. I know." She peered at her mother. "Mama, you Myra. Him Jon."
He chuckled and patted her head. She was actually intelligent for her age and emotionally mature. "That's right. Hide now."
Soon, the coastal town and the castle came into view. To anyone looking, it would appear only a man and a woman were traveling.
"Not bad." He muttered, finding the castle decent.
It wasn't Winterfell or the Red Keep, but it was large, standing out. It was surrounded by four massive towers on each side, holding the middle keep, above which another massive tower, the highest of all, stood. There were also minor towers connected to each other, and some other roofed structures. It wasn't the prettiest, but it was a solid, stone castle that he could work on.
The annoying part was that it was surrounded by the town on three sides, leaving only the east side empty, as there was the mouth of the Broken Branch River. The southern side was connected with the port itself. And even worse, the castle had no moat.
Fuck, good thing I brought Elia along. Making changes with Earthbending without being seen won't be easy.
A moat was an unquestionable addition. If he was going to keep that many 'most wanted' women in his castle, he needed absolute security. The good part was that he had a river right on the castle's east side to draw water from.
"My Lord, my compliments. The town has a fairer face than I was expecting." Elia muttered from her horse, eyeing the surroundings. They had passed through some forested area, farmlands, and pastures. Now they were entering the town.
"Better? It looks like a slum, Myra," Wylis replied, staring at the wooden buildings, most of them a single storey, and only a few went two floors. They were all dirty, dark, the road was all muddy, and the stench was comparable to King's Landing. Clearly, the smallfolk were shitting where they were eating.
He passed through the market street, and the goods being sold there were of as low quality as one would expect. Only the fish were fresh.
All eyes were on him from the get-go. He was indeed wearing some armor, after all. The rest was left in King's Landing, to be sent over to him later by a direct ship. Robert was going to send some needed linens and other items to decorate his new castle as well. Having friends in high places was helpful.
"Trust me, my Lord. I have seen far, far worse." Elia said, just as they turned towards the castle. "But the castle is large. That's undeniable."
"That, I agree. Can use some personal touch, but nothing the bags of gold I brought can't solve," Wylis said, waving at the folks kneeling towards him.
Since the castle sat high on top of a massive rock, the first gates of the castle were more like a sentry outpost, made of stone, like a large cube with arched open gates. The guards knelt to him, showing their fealty by doing the whole knight salute, even though they were barely armored, holding simple spears.
All trade must get sucked away to White Harbor instead of here.
He understood why Ramsgate was so pitiful. It didn't produce anything major, and it had no major road attached either.
Finally, walking on an upward stone ramp, they crossed the final gates, a real one this time, complete with wooden reinforced gates and a portcullis available, both lifted up currently. More guards welcomed him there, all of them kneeling.
Soon enough, he was standing in the modest, wide, square-shaped courtyard, made of dirt. Sadly, it felt filthy.
That counts ten.
"Ah, M'lord! Welcome, welcome to Ramsgate!"
And then came the cliche old man, dressed in decent robes, hair white, clean-shaven, double-chinned, healthily overweight. His eyes were blue, but showed a hint of intelligence that most smallfolk didn't.
"Ah, M'lord, a thousand pardons. Brennard, I am called, steward of this castle, placed here by Lord Wyman himself six years past. Please, let me fetch you wine, bread, whatever you desire—The castle is yours, M'lord."
Overdoing it now, isn't he? Wylis nodded and noticed all ten guards were eying him. There were too many eyes to do things secretly. Fuck it, what's the worst she'll say?
"Pleasant meeting you, Brennard. Seems you've kept the castle in good shape," Wylis replied, keeping his voice firm, loud, and confident.
He moved his cloak and revealed little Rhaenys. "Have supper waiting, and a bath drawn. The travel's left us weary."
Wylis saw the curious eyes that Brennard landed on Rhaenys. And when Wylis helped Elia down from her eyes, the old steward stared harder.
"M'lord, this is?"
Wylis smiled, lifting Rhaenys in his arms, and kissed her cheek. "This is my daughter, Leia, and…"
He stepped to Elia's side, confidently threw an arm around her shoulder, pulled her in, and then, with his heart pounding, kissed her lips. Just a single, tiny, quick peck.
"This here is Myra, mother of my two children. We never took vows. My lady is someone else, and soon will be arriving. Oh, and the boy is Jon."
"..."
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