The Northern Tyrant [Game of Thrones] Chapter 43 - Lyanna’s Love, Viserys’ Conviction, Matchmaking & Treasure Hunting

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[New Main Quest - Mine! Mine! Only Mine!Description - Man didn't make it, but man did discover. For ages, wars have been fought, and kingdoms have risen and fallen. Nothing raises greed as gold does. But the Tyrant does not share.Goal - Claim all the gold in the river.Reward - Goldsmithing & North's Resource Map]

Wylis crawled inside his tent for the night, most of his legs still stretching out as the tent was just too small. He didn't sleep, just stared up at the blue screen with quest information. The reward of Goldsmithing was fine, but North's Resource Map was the absolute treasure. 

He checked through the shop and found Goldsmithing at the price of 1 year of his lifespan. It could be bought. However, North's Resource Map was nowhere in the shop, meaning the reward was exclusive to the quest, and failing it…

Well, he didn't even think about failing. Last time he failed a Side Quest and lost the ability to use his Earthbending and Tyrant's Squire for a while. With the main quest, he wondered if he'd lost it all for months. 

Huh? Claim all the gold in the river? But this is just a small tributary of the Broken Branch. So which river? 

It was a question that troubled him a lot. If the goal was just to take gold from the tributary, he could do it. He had a near-complete majority of the river in his lands. But if the goal was the entire Broken Branch, then House Hornwood would get involved and…

Secretly stealing it all is impossible. 

Even if he was at the absolute peak of his Earthbending, he couldn't imagine it. Doing it alone was possible, but doing it secretly wasn't. Someone, somewhere, would notice. A fisherman or a logger.

Besides, doing it secretly posed a different challenge. If found out later, it would lead to disgrace, and in the cold North, where most nobles sang about honor regardless of having it or not, that wasn't good. 

"Nehehehigh!"

Wylis lazily raised his head and saw Caliburn sleeping like a dog, lying sideways. Maybe it was a dream, the big horse was kicking and braying.

Probably dreaming of breeding mares. 

With a sigh, he finally closed his eyes. 

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The next morning, Wylis woke up, set up the fire, and cooked another hearty meal for himself and the boy. But seeing Viserys still not waking up, he grabbed a rock and threw it at him. 

"Ah! What? Where—"

“Up with you, boy. Must be a fine thing, being young and rolling over with never a thought darker than the next meal.”

"I was just… tired. I'm—"

"A little princess, I know. On your feet now, and rinse that drool off in the river. Caliburn here made the run to Ramsgate and returned while you dreamed of feather beds.”

Viserys stared at the big horse. The big horse brayed and bobbed his big head. 

"Does he understand us?" 

Wylis looked at Caliburn with narrow eyes. “Couldn’t say for certain, but aye, I do get that feeling sometimes. Boy's too clever."

Quickly after that, they ate their morning meal. Then Wylis removed the tents and folded them, tying them to the saddles. He broke the buckets and other tools left behind by the villagers. A part of him worried that he shouldn't have let them go. But another part of him refused to kill men just for his greed. Still, he knew he had to make his plans fast before word got out. 

"What were those men doing here?" Viserys asked as they got on their horses. 

"Fishing," Wylis replied. "Let's go, we're returning home. Chett will do the remaining survey."

Soon, both of them mounted their horses and started making their way south toward Rasmgate. They moved slowly as they passed through the forest; the trees made it impossible to see far. But Wylis had the help of his Tyrant's Fief map. 

"My lord, how do I fight and win against a tall man like you?" 

Wylis eyed the young boy. “Be quick on your feet, keep a spear in hand, and wear full armor. A helmet, too. The helmet matters. Oh, and stay humble. The gods love a braggart right up until they drop him in the dirt."

"..."

"That is… very specific." 

“That is how you could best Gregor Clegane, son. The man stood taller than I do. Yet he didn't stand long before me. Remember this when you think of battle. Don’t measure yourself against me. I am the exception. I'm faster than most despite my size, while most giants are slow.”

Viserys nodded his head. "I unde—"

"Halt!" Wylis raised his hand suddenly. "Pull your sword."

Wylis did the same thing, unsheathing his massive blade. It was cold; his breath made mist as he unmounted Caliburn. He looked around. The ground was soft dirt, the trees were high around, and the sky was bright. 

"Neigh!"

Wylis looked down where Caliburn pointed, and sure enough, there were footprints. But he didn't need to go around and investigate. He quickly looked into the Fief Map and…

"Stay on the horse, Ben," Wylis ordered, taking the false name louder, a hint for Viserys that someone was listening. “Come out. No use skulking behind those cursed trees. Who sent you? Roose?”

Crunch!

Twigs cracked under the feet as finally four figures emerged from behind the trees. They were in front of him, likely waiting there to ambush him. But Wylis was more taken aback by their attire. They didn't seem like men Roose would send to kill him. 

Wildlings? 

The grey and white fire, their unkempt hair and beard, their animal-hide boots tied with ropes. That wasn't the attire of a Northern man, or a sellsword. And their weapons looked unrefined, wooden spears with iron tips, bows on their back, and crude axes. 

"Villagers?" Viserys asked. 

"Those are the wildlings, Ben. They probably ran down south from around the wall," Wylis explained. "No talking sense into them. They hurl 'kneeler' at us like an insult and wear their filth and wandering like a bloody badge of honor. Give them stone and mortar, and they'd use it to scratch their arses before they built anything lasting. Better to freeze honest than bend a knee, they reckon."

"They're fools, aren't they, my lord?"

“Finest breed of fools, son. Keep your seat and stay mounted. Those twig arms of yours won’t touch them, and their spears are long. I'll deal with them, maybe haul the breathing ones back for questioning. There could be more."

Scared of me already? 

Wylis saw the look in their eyes. Desperate, afraid, and hopeless. They were likely starving as well. That only made them more dangerous because they had nothing to lose. They were going to fight him like wild animals, not men. 

"Come then, you sorry lot. I'm the only thing between you and sweet freedom. Put me down, and the horses are yours to roast. What are you waiting for?" Wylis walked towards them without fear, his six-foot sword held in position. 

"We don't want to kill you, kneeler!" 

Wylis gave a short laugh. “How very noble of you. Shame of it is, as Lord of Ramsgate, it's my duty to kill you."

"We can end him, Varolf!"

"Aye, kill him!"

"All of us at once!" 

Wylis didn't bother letting them plan and lunged forward. His feet moved faster than any of them expected. Despite his size, he was faster than most. The four men were standing a distance away from each other, so Wylis aimed for the right-most, the one who seemed like the leader. 

"Varolf!"

The six-foot blade of steel swung in a simple swiping slash. The wildling tried jumping back to safety. But Wylis' blade was longer than most blades, and his arm reach was longer than any. 

The blade connected and cut open the wildling's belly. But it wasn't so deep to kill him, or for the insides to spill out. Still, the blood was drawn.

"Gah! Kill him!" Varolf groaned, clutching his belly.

The other three wildlings jumped at Wylis. 

Woosh!

Wylis crochets down and swings his blade at the feet of all three men. 

They all jumped at the same time.   

Wylis kept the motion of his sword going, jumped straight to his feet, and reversed the sword slash instead. As the three wildlings were already in the air, and he moved so fast, by the time the three landed on their feet, the giant's blade connected. 

Slash! 

Slash! 

Slash!

The wildlings wore no armor to begin with. Wylis's strength was absurd to begin with, and Tyrant's Squire made him stronger. 

"Gaaaah!"

"Nooo!"

"Argh!

All three wildlings were split in half at their waists. Completely, cleanly sliced as the blade passed through their clothes and flesh. Their guts spilled everywhere, and blood made a big puddle. 

Too easy. 

The wildlings had no technique. They were also starved and weak. Wasting time on them was pointless, and he had no reason to be kind to them. The records he'd read and the villagers of his fief told him how wildlings would rape and murder whenever they were lucky to reach that far south. 

At last, Wylis looked at the last remaining wildling, Varolf, still clutching his belly. The man was already down on his ass, gawking at the dead bodies of his friends. 

"Uwahhhgh—ugh!"

Right then, a disgusting sound came from behind. Wylis looked back, and there was Viserys, vomiting from the back of his horse. Then he remembered this was likely Viserys' first time seeing such bloodshed. 

"You're coming with us," Wylis declared and walked over to the last wildling. 

The first thing he did was knock him out, then tied his arms and legs. Finally, he grabbed one of the tents he'd collected, wrapped it around the wildling thickly, and then tied it to his saddle with a rope. Wylis planned to drag the bastard all the way to Ramsgate.

At last, they resumed their journey. The leftover dead bodies would later be handled by men he planned to send to patrol the river. 

"Done vomiting?" Wylis gave Viserys a firm look. "Get used to it."

"How can anyone get used to such barbari—"

“Worse has been done, boy. They meant to rape Myra before they cut her throat, put two dozen holes in Leia, and smash Jon’s skull against the stone. Had I come a breath later, that would have been true history.”

Viserys instantly shut his mouth, realising what was being said. Myra was Elia, Leia was Rhaenys, and Jon was Aegon. His own nephew and niece. His own blood. 

"Your mother would have died birthing your sister if I hadn’t come when I did. Best remember that before you start looking down your nose. The realm’s a savage place underneath all the polished steel and pretty oaths. At least I still bother keeping my knightly vows. Most men only laugh at them and call it old wisdom.”

Viserys' gulp was audible as the boy looked down. "I… forgiv—"

"Chin up, boy. You’ve years yet to fill your skull with sense. Learn everything worth learning. Grow into a man your ancestors would be proud of. Strong, just, wise, and reasonably honorable. Keep what’s worth keeping from me and leave the rest."

"Like your endless harem?"

"..."

"Alright, that's a clout in the ear. Get here, boy!”

"Then I'll take your skilled riding! Ha!" Viserys instead yanked the reins of his horse and sped, laughing. 

Wylis did the same, forgetting he had a wildling being pulled behind.

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Ramsgate,

Wylis arrived home, and the first thing he did was throw the wildling in the dungeon and hear a brief report on the town's construction from Chett. Then, he went to the hot spring and soaked in the water. Viserys was there as well, but before long, it turned into a children's pool party as all the women brought their little monkeys for him to clean. 

He did clean them all. Adorable Rhaenys was a great assistant as she washed everyone's hair. Well, not Aegon and Viserys, they were both bald. But it was a great way to start the day after traveling. Listening to them play and call him dad, papa, or father easily ended all his fatigue. 

He listened to them talk, tell him stories, or their little adventures. Seeing his blood, Magnus, Arthria, Simon, Alric, and Alden, growing so strongly made him proud. They were all taller and wiser for their age. Not to mention very beautiful. Arthria was on the road to becoming the greatest beauty of Westeros, and Magnus… Well, the boy was destined to be a monster in everything; his trueborn buff was too much. 

After that, he dressed up and headed to his solar in the tower. It was at the top, and since outside it was just a big drop, it was the best place to discuss anything sensitive. He had called Lyanna to come and speak with him there. 

"Chett, don't let anyone enter to hear us," Wylis ordered once Lyanna had arrived, and then locked the door. 

"Someone's in the mood."

"..."

Wylis looked at his wife, smugly standing with arms crossed. Gods, she was beautiful. He chuckled and pecked her on the lips. 

"I'm always in the mood, Lyanna. But that is not why I called you here. I found something while surveying the lands, and I would have your second thought on it." Wylis drew a small glass vial from his pocket, filled with golden dust. "Have a look."

He watched as Lyanna took hold of the vial and brought it closer to her face. She shook it a few times, then looked at him, and then back at the vial. 

"You found gold?"

“No. I found thieves. They were stealing gold from the tributary that runs into the Broken Branch. There’s gold in that river, Lyanna.”

"Gods be good, that’s a blessing. Let’s get it out then. You can move the earth, so it should be no trouble for you."

Wylis sighed, took Lyanna by the hands, and led her to the settee at the side. “There is a problem. House Hornwood may try to stir a dispute, and my ‘gifts’ press me to claim all the gold in the river for myself. If I do, I’ll learn goldsmithing, yes. But I would also learn where every natural riches lies across the North. Hidden gold, silver, gems, coal, and precious stones. All of it.”

Lyanna stared at his face. He knew it was hard to believe, but she already knew so much. She was the only person in the world he could freely talk about his hidden abilities. 

"That… is troublesome. How does this 'gift' of yours work exactly? I know you can command the land itself, and that you must sire children to keep drawing breath. But how does piling up all that gold teach you anything? I believed you had to give up years of your own life to gain such knowledge."

Wylis frowned and quickly realised he hadn't really explained how the quests worked before. And somehow, all this time, his precious wife hadn't bothered to ask either. That made him love her more because she either didn't give a damn or understood the gravity of secrecy. 

"Aye, that is true, but only one aspect of it. I can spend years of my life and learn something. But at the same time, sometimes I learn of certain tasks that I must fulfill to receive rewards. If I succeed, the prize can be anything. The resting place of every sunken treasure ship, or even the hidden chest of Rhaegar himself. But if I fail… I failed once in Maidenpool. Lost all my strength and the earth’s favor for a time. That was a minor task. This one is major. If I fail now, I fear the cost will be… far worse.”

"Was I… a task?" 

He flinched and looked at her. "What? No! I hadn't awakened these gifts until a few months before Harrenhal. I was already in love with you by then. But aye, I did receive a reward for bedding you. Every time we make love, I grow stronger ever so slightly."

"..."

Lyanna swung a leg over and settled astride his lap, giggling like a maiden in love. “I make you stronger? Now that’s the kind of pretty confession that could turn a wolf’s head.”

Aye, best not tell her about the others. 

He really didn't have the heart to tell her that Rhaella made him even stronger because of her royalty status. Not that he ever cared about it, or made love with that intention. It was just a bonus. 

“More than that, you complete me, Lyanna.” Wylis threw his arms around her slim figure, grounding her in; his cock sprang to life. “That is why I must see this through. If I learn what lies hidden across the North, I might make it prosper. There could be silver and gold beneath House Stark’s lands for all we know. The North is the largest of the kingdoms. Every lord holds wide lands. Hard to believe there’s nothing beneath them.”

“Aye, my love,” Lyanna murmured, brushing kiss after kiss across his cheeks while her fingers played in his beard. “But you’re forgetting where we are, Wylis. This isn’t the South. I’ll grant you not every house keeps honor, yet most do. Hornwood’s among the better sort. And you’ve Brandon and Benjen beside you. They can use my Stark name to avoid any disputes.”

He couldn't help himself. His thick fingers found her soft ass and gave it a slow knead, though the talk went on. 

“Yet there is another matter. I’m meant to claim all the gold from the river. I cannot tell if that means the tributary alone or the whole Broken Branch. If it is the latter, half the river lies with House Hornwood.”

Wylis knew this was a Main Quest. Every time he'd done a Main Quest, it had led him to battles. 

Both of them thought deeply about a solution. Their hands didn't stop, however. Feeling each other, sharing warm, soft kisses. It was a strange way of discussing matters, but Wylis didn't complain. 

In silence, he summoned Tyrant's Squire and scrolled through all the past quest tabs, completed and incomplete. He went through all the title rewards as well. 

"Wait!" Something struck Wylis's thoughts. "Lyanna, what if I gift Lord Hornwood something more precious than gold?"

"More pre… Valyrian sword?" She exclaimed, instantly realising what her husband was hinting at. "Are you sure? I thought you were saving all that steel to forge one for yourself."

"No, I won't give him that," Wylis said, sitting straight. "During the rebellion, I had received three important quests. One was to win the rebellion. Another, to win every battle fought in it. The third was to take no wound deeper than flesh. I saw them all done. For that, I learned the locations of every lost Valyrian steel blade and dragon egg in Westeros and Essos, every treasure ship sunk along the Westerosi shores, and every buried treasure in Westeros since the dawn of men.”

"..."

"Lyanna, finding Valyrian steel is no great trial for me. I simply never bothered before, since I had enough to forge my own blade. For this task, and the reward, I’ll gladly part with some."

"Then…" Lyanna abruptly got off him and started pacing back and forth. "Wylis, a Valyrian steel sword's value is priceless. The few lesser houses lucky enough to own one would sooner starve in their crumbling keeps than part with it. It's not just a blade, Wylis, it's a sword that gets passed for generations. Ice has been in my family for four hundred years!"

I know that. Tywin would hand me his nutsack for it if I asked.

"I know that, Lyanna. That's why I'm even suggesting it. It holds more value than a hundred times its weight in gold."

“Then make it a grand gesture, something he'd be indebted to! That gold lying in the river means nothing to you since you know where the real treasures hide. You only want the prize that comes from the deed itself. But Lord Halys has no notion of that. So instead of buying his silly river, buy the land. Stretch Ramsgate out, all the way to the source of the Broken Branch!”

"..."

Oh my Lyanna. I wish I could brag about you to the entire realm. 

Lyanna was damn right. Wylis quickly fixed his mistake. While his idea of using a Valyrian steel sword was right, his worldview was skewed because he'd found Valyrian steel without much issue. And he knew he could find more. But the truth was, Valyrian steel was far, far more valuable than anything imaginable. True, it wasn't hard to imagine Lord Hornwood willing to sell land for such a sword. 

“Lyanna…” He caught her wrist and drew her back onto his lap. His broad hand brushed her cheek. “I won’t keep you hidden forever. You have my word.”

"Hm? Where did that come from?"

He smiled and kissed her soft lips. “I would gladly brag about my wife. She’s beautiful, sharp of mind, and a little fierce at times. I want the whole realm to know the woman I wed.”

"And Robert?"

“I’ll see that he accepts it. One way or another.”

"You'd kill him?"

"That's the worst case. There ought to be other ways. Now, that's settled. I'll buy land from Lord Hornwood. I intend to grow some curious seeds from Essos soon, and I’ll use that as my excuse.

"Glad I could help." Lyanna kissed him back fiercely, then swung her leg off him again. "Up now. Ser Wylis Manderly and his lady are arriving any moment with their daughter!"

Wylis sighed, his mood slightly soured. The fat lord Manderly wasn't giving up the plan to marry his granddaughter to Magnus. Now that said granddaughter was being brought over to play with Magnus. The girl was five already, and Magnus was just three. But he did seem five.

"I hope she's not too pretty."

"Why?"

Wylis awkwardly scratched his beard. “The boy’s my blood. And… Well, I'm not the strongest when a pretty face comes along.”

Lyanna just laughed in front of him. 

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Viserys was alone most of the time in the castle. But he knew that would soon change as Aegon grew, and Lord Kaiser's children also grew, especially Magnus. He was happy that he'd soon have some company to spar with. 

But for now, he trained alone. Thousands of swings. Footwork practice. Body forging. And of course, eating well as Lord Kaiser had commanded. He wanted to grow tall and strong. 

That night, as well, he was late. But since the castle was hosting guests, he wasn't supposed to eat at the table anyway. He trained late into the night and then went to the kitchens. Four eggs, lots of meat, bread, stew, milk, and some boiled vegetables. Lord Kaiser called it a balanced diet. He honestly found it hard to finish. 

After finishing the dinner, he was free to roam around the castle. Hoping to see Daenerys, Aegon, and Rhaenys, he looked for them. Eventually, he ended up outside the ground floor solar of Lord Kaiser. 

He rarely went inside. Lord Kaiser never mistreated him, but he still felt scared and hesitant at times. The man was too tall and too good a fighter. So, he pushed the door slightly open and peeked inside. 

Hm? 

The weirdest sight greeted him. Lord Kaiser was slumped on the settee, lazily snoring with an open book on his face. Rhaenys was sleeping on his chest to the left, Daenerys was to the right. Arthria was right under the right arm. Aegon was hugging Lord Kaiser's leg and snoring, while Magnus was lazily on the other side of the settee, legs thrown over his father. Alric and Alden were on the carpet playing with a toy, but they looked half asleep. 

Where is Mother? 

Punching the tinge of jealousy away, he closed the door and went deeper into the castle to find his mother. Eventually, he ended up outside Princess Elia's bedchamber. He could hear multiple voices from inside, and sure enough, he peeked inside and found three women. The Princess, Lady Lyanna, and his mother. 

“Thank the gods Viserys no longer bears hatred for Lord Wylis. I had begun to worry. What if he had grown to manhood and still carried such hostility?”

Viserys bit his teeth at his mother's words. 

"I heard from Wylis. Viserys is coming along well, quick in the head, and he shows promise with the blade."

At Lyanna's words, Viserys nearly gasped. 

Lord Kaiser said that about me? 

He peeked inside and saw a big, gorgeous smile on his mother's face. She was looking down at her visibly pregnant belly, her hand caressing it. That made him nearly bite his tongue. It infuriated him so much.

But he stood there, listening. Watching. He compared his mother to what she looked like in the Red Keep before. She rarely spoke, and he could count on a single hand the times he'd seen her smile. She was cold, gloomy, but now…

Now, she always had a gentle smile on her lips. Her eyes seemed so full of life. She talked a lot with everyone. And he hated it… he hated that a beast like Lord Kaiser brought it out, not him. That he'd never noticed how much his mother was suffering at his father's hands. 

That made him angry. No longer at Lord Kaiser, but himself. Yet one thing was certain: he absolutely adored this side of his mother. He loved his sister. And to keep it all safe, he was ready to give up anything. 

I should… train a little more.

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The money from King's Landing started pouring in, and it was substantial. Bringing ice down south was a revolution. Yet, not much of that coin reached Wylis. It was used to expand, creating ice houses in towns and cities, marking the shortest routes. 

Already, Gulltown had also started receiving the ice and all the things related to it that Wylis sold. From King's Landing, however, the trade boomed further. Being able to transport meat, milk, eggs, fish, and oysters further into the realm without spoiling them was a boon. Furthermore, some ships had already made the journey around Westeros and had reached the western side. 

There, the ice miracle was repeated with Lannisport and Oldtown. As more ships were commissioned at Ramsgate, plans to expand were being continuously implemented. Covering free cities like Braavos, Pentos, Myr, and Tyrosh was a priority because of how many absurdly rich individuals lived there.

Cold beverages, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, alone brought in significant coin. Ice cream became a thing that everyone, from a child to a man on deathbed, loved. 

But still, Wylis didn't earn much. All the money was being used to create supply lines, build giant warehouses, ice-houses in strategic locations, and, of course, a large slaughterhouse in Stoney Sept.

Maidenpool was being fully turned into a warehouse and ship stoppage for Wylis' growing fleet to load and unload goods and ice, which would then be transported to many smaller towns. But Maidenpool had a greater purpose. 

Once Stoney Sept's slaughterhouse and cold storage became functional, goods from across Westeros, from Lannisport to King's Landing, would flow out towards Pentos and Braavos through Maidenpool. 

Never in Westerosi history had something so grand and complex been done. It was a project that bled money, as it was supposed to at the beginning. But Wylis didn't care. 

Still, Wylis had begun to feel anxious about his coffers. He quickly accelerated his plan to go treasure hunting at sea to solve that. The diving bells were almost ready.

But for now, he had guests to entertain. And to entertain someone like Wylis Manderly, what better way than to feed him a small feast. 

"Seven! Is this a real chicken!" Wylis Manderly barked, staring at the entire roasted chicken on the large plate. "It's the size of a goose. No! Bigger!"

Wylis chuckled proudly. Yes, the chickens were the new breed he'd carefully created through selective breeding. Now, Ramsgate was on the verge of creating a new export product, giant chickens and giant eggs. But Wylis wasn't satisfied; he wanted his chicken the size of damn swans, same for eggs. 

My army won't face protein deficiency then. 

"You won't find such chickens anywhere else in the realm, Ser Wylis," Wylis said. He didn't like saying his own name over and over. 

"The taste is delightful, my lord," said Leona Woolfield, wife of Ser Wylis. 

She was a soft and plump woman with a pink complexion and yellow hair. She wasn't fully fat yet, but Wylis saw the signs she would soon reach that point. Right now, she was somewhere between curvaceous Genna and her fat husband.

“Aye, I agree,” Lyanna said brightly, sitting there as Ellyn. “Everything set on this table, my husband devised himself, for the King’s visit.”

"No wonder it all tastes delightful," Lady Leona chirped. "Lord Wylis, you must write me the recipe for these."

Wylis chuckled and nodded. He didn't talk much at the table since Ser Wylis Manderly himself was a quiet and formal man. Though a bit dirty, with that thick, busy walrus mustache that was stained with food, and his clothes that were also stained with previously eaten food. 

It was mostly the women talking. That night, he'd only hidden Rhaella, Elia, Aegon, Daenerys, and Viserys away. The rest of the women were right at the table with all the children. And Wylis didn't even hide that they were all his women and children. 

Lady Leona seemed to be the talkative type. But the way she often used the cloth to wipe her husband's bushy mustache stood out. She was clearly devoted to the fat shame of a man. A true man should be lean, bulked with muscles only. Not fat all over. 

Money is all they've got going. 

Finally, his eyes landed on his son, Magnus, seated right beside Lyanna. But beside Mangus was also Wynafryd Manderly. The little, five-year-old girl was sweet and brown-haired. But she was thin and short. 

Lad's going to exceed me in height at this rate. 

That was a real possibility according to Wylis. Already, Magnus had trueborn buff. And then there were his genes. Wylis knew that his own body didn't get much good-quality food for the initial years of his life. But Magnus was different; he received the best diet from the beginning. 

Forget it. If the boy likes her, go for it. 

In the end, he stopped worrying about it. He loved Lyanna and wasn't bothered by her shorter height. Love shouldn't come with prerequisites. 

However, it did warm his heart to see Magnus ignoring the little girl. Wynafryd tried to talk, play, and share her food. But Magnus shrugged, looking uninterested. 

That's the spirit, boy. That's it! Ignore her. Now isn't the tim… What? No! Don't take the damn sweet from her!

Right before him, the stoic Magnus started grinning and took a sweet from Wynafryd. Then Wynafryd stroked Magnus' head like a pet. 

No! She's playing him like a fiddle. Wake up, you silly boy! She's playing you! That's it! 

Wylis quickly summoned the Tyrant's Squire and looked for his son's name. Since he'd grown another year, there were two life points to be allotted. Right away, Wylis pumped one point into intelligence and another into vitality.

[Strength - 4/15Dexterity - 3+1/15Intelligence - 4+1/15Charisma - 8/15Vitality - 6+1/15]

He could have added both to intelligence, but he was always scared of losing his children to some random disease or infection. They were small now, strength didn't matter much, and it was the best time to grow vitality. 

After giving the points, he looked again and…

No! Why are you giving her the sweets now? Wait, if you had them, why did you take hers?

Unable to find logic in the child's thoughts, he sighed and looked away. He noticed Lyanna's icy gaze, telling him to stop being a madman. 

He did just that. It was the missus's order. 

"What do you think about my ice trade, Ser Wylis?"

He smoothly started some casual talk with the fat knight.

Just like that, the night's feast came to an end. After that, Wylis played with his children, all of them except Viserys. He took a little nap with them in his solar, and finally retired to his bedchamber. 

After a round of an enchanting mating ritual with Lyanna, he prepared to go to sleep. But clearly, Lyanna had something on her mind as she rested her head on his arm, her fingers made circles around his poor nipple. 

It was tough having a ticklish body. It took everything not to laugh. And he knew she was aware.

"What's troubling you?" he asked.

“I was just thinking about something. You aren’t siring enough children anymore. The last was Rhaella, and since then, nothing. I… I’m a bit worried. You said you needed to keep doing it.”

Wylis squeezed her tighter into himself. "Nothing to worry, Lyanna. I still have fifty-five years left of it."

“That is not very comforting. You told me how you survived that poison at Harrenhal. It cost you ten years of your life. That… frightens me. What happens when the wound is mortal, and the price is fifty years? You should try to reach a hundred years, then even if you must give fifty to cheat death, you would still have half a lifetime left.”

That was a very sound idea. And Wylis agreed. But there was a problem. 

“I would like that, Lyanna. Truly. But it is no easy thing to find a woman who would raise my bastard, and raise him well. You know the sort of man I am. I don’t sow and forget. Each child of mine carries a gift and a bright future. I won’t cast them aside.”

Lyanna nodded her head. “I know it well. That is why you should try to find as many noble women as you can, like that Lysa.”

Wylis shifted and slid lower on the bed, turning onto his side until he faced Lyanna. “Tell me true, Lyanna. Why do you suffer this? I’ll speak plain. Were I in your place, I would’ve left long ago.”

"Heh." She giggled and started rubbing his beard. She loved doing that. "Why else? I want you to live a long life, as long as possible, because I love you and I can't lose you."

Hearing that only weighed heavier on Wylis. “Gods know how I ended up with a saintess in the North. If our places were turned, and any man who would've tried to come near you, I’d have killed him where he stood. And as for living, I would have died with you, no matter the years between us.”

"Isn't that romantic?" She gave a small, unsteady smile and brushed her lips against his. 

“The truth is, Wylis… I tried to hate you. I tried to feel sick at the sight of you. I tried to despise every breath you took. But every time I watched you work some new wonder, create something no one else could, it struck me again how strange our lives have become. If you were any ordinary man, I would have gelded you myself without a second thought. But you are the Tyrant of the Trident. You have gifts no common lord could dream of… and our lives are not ordinary. I’m meant to be dead, aren’t I?”

Wylis shook his head. “No. You ought to be alive and riding the North, loosing arrows and bothering Eddard in Winterfell. You should be playing with your niece and nephews, too, and Magnus beside them.”

Tears welled up in Lyanna's eyes suddenly. Wylis quickly hugged her, letting her hide her face under his chin. 

"I want to... Gods, I want to do it all. I don't want to stay hidden like some frightened creature. It's choking me, this secrecy. But I have you, and that keeps me steady. You’ve already walked through hell for my sake. I have no right to demand more."

"Shh." He pulled her close. "Since when did you start babbling such nonsense? You’re Lyanna Stark. Wife to the most powerful man in the realm, and soon the richest besides. And hear me well. If you ever ask me to end all this, I will. No more children. If it costs me my strength, the gift, all of it, so be it. Your happiness matters to me. You are my wife. I mean to grow old beside you and lose my teeth the same as you."

"Heh…" She giggled into his chest. "I would never ask you that. I want my man to stand at the top of the world one day."

"And you will stand there right beside me."

In silence, both of them held each other as tight as they could. Their love was true; they knew that, and that was all that mattered. From their adolescent days in Winterfell to now, they have loved each other. 

I guess… Tyrant's Squire comes second. 

He knew who and what mattered the most to him. 

"That is why!" Lyanna pulled back suddenly and stared right into his face. “This is our chance. The perfect chance!”

"For what?" 

"I'll help; you should simply follow my lead."

He stared at her confident face in confusion. "What do y—"

“You have to bed Leona Woolfield and put a babe in her belly! Then she’ll have a secret of her own to guard, and that means she’ll guard ours just as fiercely!”

"..."

####

At first, Wylis thought Lyanna was joking. Why would she want him to fuck Ser Wylis's woman, and the possible mother-in-law of Magnus? 

But then Lyanna started doing strange things. She would ground herself against him whenever Lady Leona was around. Lyanna would act heated, as if ready to receive a rough pounding. Even during dinner feasts, she would make faces. 

"I notice the way she looks at you." 

That was Lyanna's excuse. But Wylis wasn't buying it. The woman was married to Ser Wylis Manderly; the man wasn't pleasing to look at. Any woman would rather look at him than at such a husband. 

"She wants you, Wylis. Believe me."

He didn't believe her. But to his luck or not, Ser Wylis Manderly decided to return to White Harbor and leave his wife and two daughters at Ramsgate. The youngest daughter was just a year old. 

From there, Lyanna's attempts intensified. Lyanna would touch him, sit on his lap, kiss him passionately in Lady Leona's presence. But then, somehow, Lyanna drafted more women into her scheme. 

Wenda and Ashara started doing the same. Kissing him, sitting on his lap. Discussing their night with him loud enough that Lady Leona could listen. He saw what they were doing, planting an idea in the woman's head that 'this was fine'. That they didn't mind sharing Lord Kaiser of Ramsgate. 

Then finally came Arthria's third birthday, and that was the night it happened. 

Wylis had ordered a small private feast. The children were happy, and the cake was delicious. And so was the wine. He personally made cocktails for the women. 

But when it got late, and the women began taking the children to sleep, Lyanna picked Magnus and Wynafryd Manderly both, and had a servant pick the other Manderly girl. 

"Lady Woolfield, I'm taking the little ones with me! Magnus is still wide awake; he'll have friends to play with at last. My lord husband will stay and keep you company. He's all yours!"

"..."

Have you lost the art of subtlety, Lyanna? 

Soon, the small hall was shut. Wylis looked at Lady Leona, the woman was in an expensive purple gown, broad over the shoulders, tight on her voluptuous breasts. She reached till his chest, just a few inches taller than Lyanna. And…

She wasn't the most beautiful, but not an ugly sight either. Her silky blonde hair was made into a half-bun. Her neck held a fine necklace, the same as her earrings. And from the reddish-pink blush, he knew she was drunk. 

Those eyes. 

He noticed the look. The same one that Ros gave him, Lysa gave him, even Rahella. This was the look of hunger, not the food kind. 

“My lady, allow me to see you to your bedchamber,” Wylis said, offering his arm. She took it at once, clutching it like a prized thing, pressing it close against her soft breasts.

By then, Wylis had also made up his mind. If she was willing, and Lyanna had put in the hard work, why should he refuse? Every year was a boon. And it being a noble woman was great. His child would grow in luxury. 

"Ah!"

Right as they were climbing the stairs, Lady Leona tripped forward and almost fell. Wylis was quick to hold her, but he did more and easily scooped her up in a princess carry. 

"Let me, my lady. You must have sprained your ankle," he offered. It didn't matter if she had sprained it or not. What mattered was the way her lips were frozen in a smile, her cheeks blushing, and her eyes big and dreamy. 

Lady Leona wasn't that heavy, though she was on the verge of being called fat. Seeing her face, he could see the marks of beauty that she once was. Same as Genna, but somehow that gorgeous Lannister had kept herself fit enough.

Clack!

At last, Wylis gently kicked the doors open. It was already bright with candles here and there. So, he took her to the bed and softly laid her down on it. 

Then, he pulled the quilt and tucked her in, making sure his hands slowly traced all over her soft belly, then her breasts, and finally the naked skin of her neck. 

He knew she wanted him. But he still wanted to hear her final, willing approval. 

"Do you need anything else, my lady? If it's anything, ring that bell and—"

Here we go.

"Stay… my lord." 

Lady Leona had grabbed his hand before he could leave. And that was the sign. All that Wylis needed. 

"Very well." He said, removed her hand, and quickly locked the door. Then, as he walked back towards her bed, he began removing his clothes. 

He saw her eager, hungry eyes. And he offered her a feast. A night with a man she'd never forget. Far different from any she'd ever had. With a true knight. 

He removed his tunic, revealing his muscle-clad torso, each piece of him carved with years of hard work. Then he lowered his breeches, revealing his enormous, fat cock that many women struggled to take. 

Completely naked, he walked over to her and finally stopped beside the bed close to her face. His cock was already hard, flexed, and landed on her face with a plap. Wylis wasn't interested in kissing her, or making love in the 'love' sense. 

She was hungry for a night of passion, and he was willing to give it. 

Wylis threaded his thick fingers through her blonde hair. He guided her face with gentle insistence, tilting it just a bit. Standing beside the low bed, his height forced his cock to angle downward, the heavy length brushing against the curve of her cheek. 

Leona’s eyes never once left the thick shaft hovering so close. She seemed mesmerized, lips parted on a shallow breath, cheeks flushed deep.

He tightened his grip just enough, a subtle claw in her hair, and nudged her forward. The swollen, flushed crown pressed insistently against her plush lips. She hesitated; then those full, wine-stained lips parted slowly. Her mouth stretched into a perfect, tight O around his girth, lips pulling taut as she accepted the first thick inch. 

Wylis watched her eyes widen further, a flicker of awe. No man had ever asked this much of her mouth before; the realization made his shaft pulse against her tongue. He doubted she was ever truly fucked. A man like Ser Wylis didn’t seem strong enough to last long, or even bother with foreplay.

"Ummmm." Wylis let out a groan, relishing that warmth. 

He felt her tongue curl and lap greedily at the swollen knob lodged just inside her lips. She explored the crown, the sensitive slit already weeping precum that she swallowed down with tiny, reflexive gulps. Wylis kept still, savoring, letting the slow slide of her tongue worship what she could reach. The tight suction was messy, unpracticed, but so very willing.

His free hand dipped into the loose neckline of her gown and fished out her succulent breasts, though a bit saggy. They tumbled free with a soft jiggle, fuller and softer. Then, he eagerly cupped one breast, thumb circling the stiff peak before pinching lightly, rolling it between rough fingertips. He kneaded slowly, enjoying the way the soft flesh overflowed his palm while her mouth continued its adoring suck.

Leona whimpered around his cock, the vibration traveling straight down his length as she suckled his cockhead. Her cheeks hollowed with every pull, soft suction pulling at him like she was trying to nurse his cock.

"Hmmhh~" 

Wylis moved softly, hips rocking gently, never forcing. Just feeding her the first thick three inches over and over, letting her lips seal and release with wet little kisses. More and more of her spit coated his shaft, making it gleam each time he pulled to the tip before sliding back in. 

"Mmmmmm…" The needy, muffled sounds spilled constantly from her stuffed mouth.

Lady Leona’s breathing came in wet, ragged little gasps through her nose whenever he gave her a moment. 

Then, Wylis noticed it; one of her hands had disappeared beneath the rumpled silk of her gown, fingers working frantically between her plump thighs. The fabric bunched and shifted with every desperate rub. And honestly, he felt her mouth wasn’t enough; the occasional clumsy scrape of teeth reminded him she was no practiced courtesan. It was time to give her what she wanted.

Pop!

Wylis eased himself free with a wet pop. He reached down, gripped the edge of the quilt, and tugged it away, baring her flushed, disheveled body.

"My lady, would you care to stand for a minute?" he asked with a gentle voice. 

Leona gave a dazed little nod, wine-flushed cheeks glowing brighter still. She reached for his offered hand, fingers trembling as she let him pull her upright.

Woosh!

Wylis spun her with sudden roughness. His large hands clamped around her waist, turning her so her front hit the mattress. He bent her over the edge of the bed, her full tits flattening against the bedding, cheek pressed to the sheets, while her fluffy legs remained planted on the floor. The position arched her back beautifully, presenting the generous curve of her ass.

"My lady, may I tear this gown off you? It is near a crime to keep such a body hidden away."

"Mm… yes! Yes…" She moaned low with drunken lust and surrender.

Wylis seized the neckline in both fists, and…

Skrrrrrr!

He ripped downward in one brutal pull, splitting the gown from collar to waist. Silk parted like wet paper, sliding down the heavy swell of her supple hips and pooling around her ankles. He didn’t pause, his fingers hooked into her smallcloth and tore them away in a single yank.

Then Wylis pressed one broad palm between her shoulder blades, flattening her chest harder against the bed while her legs stayed braced. 

She was too short. Even on tiptoe, her cunt hovered just out of reach. He widened his own stance, knees bending, lowering his towering frame until the thick, blunt head of his cock nudged between the pale cheeks of her ass. 

Her cloud-like flesh parted for him like ripe fruit, sweltering from her earlier arousal. He found her pussy, drenched and swollen, and eagerly pressed forward.

"Aaaaah… Take me, my lord."

He did. 

His swollen crown parted her slowly, her pussy lips stretching wide around his girth, clinging wetly as they swallowed the first inch. She opened easier than some; years and fuller curves had softened her, made her greedy rather than resistant. But his sheer size still forced a sharp, shuddering gasp from her throat.

Wylis fed her another inch, watching with hunger as her folds parted and glistened, coating him in her nectar. He started to move, working more of himself inside with every slow roll of his hips. Each push drew a fresh, mindless moan from her lips.

"Aaaaah! You're breaking… meeeeeh!" Lady Leona clawed the bedsheets, her whole body quaking as the stretch burned. 

Wylis grunted low. His hands slid to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, and he lifted her lower half clean off the floor. Her thick legs dangled uselessly, toes brushing air, thighs trembling as he held her suspended, utterly at his mercy.

Plap! Plap!

He fucked into her with controlled pump, letting her weight sink down onto his cock with every thrust. Her cunt clutched at him greedily, fluttering, dripping. Her legs kicked feebly once or twice before going limp again, toes curling in helpless pleasure.

"Oooooooh! My lord… my lord too much… ah, I'm coming!" 

Leona’s climax struck. A sharp, keening cry tore from her throat as her pussy fluttered around him. Clear, hot liquid gushed from her in forceful spurts, soaking his balls, streaking down her thighs, and pooling on the stone floor. She shook through it, sobbing in pure bliss, yet her hips still tried to grind back for more.

Wylis didn’t stop. He lowered her just enough to plant her knees on the edge of the mattress again, then drove forward until every thick inch was buried. Her walls spasmed helplessly around the impossible fullness, milking his cock. He started gentle at first, savoring the heat gripping him. His hands clamped around the generous globes of her ass, spreading her wider, holding her aloft as he suddenly pounded without mercy.

Plap! Plap! Plap!

Each brutal collision sent ripples through her soft flesh, her thick cheeks jiggling with the force. Creamy froth gathered at his base, thick strands of her cream stretching obscenely between cock and cunt every time he pulled back, only to snap and froth again with the next punishing thrust.

"I can feel it all the way… in my throat, my lord!" she yelped.

Wylis barely registered her words anymore; only the slick, clutching heat gripping his cock mattered. His hips snapped forward with brutal hunger, chasing the edge.

"Ugh! My lady… take it!"

He drove into her one last time, then hauled her higher up the bed. Leona was fully sprawled flat on her stomach, face buried in the quilt, thick thighs splayed wide. 

Wylis followed her down, covering her completely. His massive frame blanketed her like a living quilt. He braced on his forearms to keep from crushing her outright, though the delicious press of his weight pinned her. Her plump ass cushioned every brutal thrust as he fucked her into the mattress, prone.

Plap! Plap!

“Ugh! Uuughhh…Yeshhh—!!!”

Suddenly, Leona’s second climax ripped through her without warning. Her whole body seized. A fresh gush of slick heat flooded out around his cock, soaking the sheets.

Wylis buried his face against the nape of her neck, lips brushing sweat-damp skin. And finally….

"Gaaaaah! Take it!" Wylis groaned and rammed in one last time and came. 

His cock pulsed violently, then erupted. Creamy seed flooded her depths in heavy, endless spurts. The first jet hit so deep she gasped; the second made her walls flutter in helpless aftershocks. His batter overflowed almost immediately, forced back out around his buried shaft, and trickled down her inner thighs. Each fresh pulse stretched her fuller, the obscene heat blooming inside her belly until she felt stuffed.

Ting!

[Name: Leona WoolfieldAge: 26Occupation: Wife of Ser Wylis ManderlyCurrent Loyalty: 20%Status: Impregnated]

"It's… filling me… so much! I feel full! Oh Gods! Oh Seven… Oh Mother!" Leona wailed in bliss.

Wylis stayed lodged deep, hips flush to her plump ass, letting the last weak twitches empty him completely. He draped himself over her, his lips kissing her neck.

Slowly, his cock softened inside her. He eased out with a wet gush of mixed batter leaking from her gaping entrance to streak down her thighs.

"T-Thank you for this moment… my lord. I was… in need."

Wylis gave her a satisfied smile. He reached for the remains of her gown, using a torn strip to wipe the glistening mess from his softening shaft. He tore off another piece and gave it to her so she could clean herself.

As he pulled on his breeches and tunic, Leona rolled onto her side and reached for the cup of wine on the bedside table. She took a slow sip, cheeks still flushed and eyes bright.

"My lord, I hope the servants will bring me moon tea come morning."

"What?" Wylis froze mid-lace, brows knitting, making a puppy face. A seven-foot-tall, muscular puppy. "Y… You won't… bear me a babe? I believed…"

"..." She blinked up at him, lips parting in surprise.

"But my lord, what if…"

"I thought that was why you were willing. I never bed women I don't want to put a babe in… Gods."

Lady Leona frowned and looked down at her belly. She remembered how many sons Lord Wylis has and only one daughter. And she herself had only daughters and… her husband and Lord Wylis' hair color matched, and…

"I'm willing, my lord. As long as it remains between us and… If it's a boy, you'll take him as your squire."

Another squire? Well, it’ll be my son. 

"I would have it no other way, my lady."

Lady Leona smiled from ear to ear. Delighted. 

####

Lady Leona remained in Rasmgate only for ten days. During those ten days, he gave her every experience that she could have dreamt of. Ten climaxes in a row? Getting fucked while being carried around? In the hot spring? He fulfilled all her fantasies, even those she didn't know existed. 

He also taught her as much as he could about how to keep her body fit and how to eat to stay in shape. She wrote it all down. Every woman dreamt of looking beautiful for as long as possible, after all. 

After that, she left for White Harbor, promising to soon return and spend time with Lyanna and the other women. White Harbor wasn't that far anyway. Besides, Wylis learned about something else. 

"The wildling still won't speak, my lord," Chett reported. "And men of House Manderly were surveying the new city walls, my lord." 

“Of course they were. They appeared from thin air, and Lord Manderly will not be slow to guess my purpose. I mean to raise a great city here. Too near White Harbor for his comfort, no doubt. He fears what may come of it.” Wylis shrugged then. “Go ready the treasure ship, Chett. We sail tomorrow.”

Wylis knew there was nothing for Lord Manderly to worry about. White Harbor acted as an import hub for the whole North. Meanwhile, what Wylis planned was an export hub for his soon-to-open factories. 

But for now, he was focused on unearthing some treasure. 

Already, he had picked a location for his first dive. The closest wreckage site was nearby, near Sisterton. But it was in the Shivering Sea, and it was called that for a reason. Wylis wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle all of it. 

So, he picked a better option, a location close to Braavosian coastlands. Something that was more likely to bring him high returns, and this one was guaranteed because the location of the wreckage also overlapped the location of forgotten Valyrian steel and dragon eggs. 

He hoped it wasn't dragon eggs this time. But it was something only time would tell. 

That evening, he ate with all the women. Spent the night with a few in their individual bedchambers, and ended the night with Lyanna as usual. 

The next morning, he woke up early and packed all the needed things. He had made crude diving goggles using glass, clay, and cloth that fit snugly around his eyes without letting water in. 

After that, he boarded his special treasure-hunting ship with a massive diving bell equipped. It was quite advanced for its time, as it had a pulley system that would allow him to control its depth. At the same time, pipes were made from animal intestines that would be used to pump fresh air in from the surface. 

And already having Diving Mastery, Deep Sea Exploration Mastery, Treasure Hunting Mastery, and Night Vision, he was certain he was fully prepared to dive into the Narrow Sea. At least it wouldn't be as cold as the Shivering Sea.

Three ships were going for this initial treasure hunt. But it was still going to take them days to reach the decided location. Wylis used that time to plot other diving locations all around Westeros. 

But sadly, he wasn't alone. Brandon Stark was with him. Benjen and Chett were left behind to guard the castle and the highly important and treason-worthy women.  

“Gods, I can’t believe we’re bloody doing it, Wylis. I knew following you was the right choice. We’re finally pirates.”

"Pirates? We're treasure hunters, Brandon." 

"What's the difference?"

"Raping and pillaging," Wylis stated. 

"Says the one who fucked the living cunt out of Lady Leona."

"That was consensual and passionate," he clarified and looked into the distance off the deck. “But enough of me. I hear the honorable Lady Barbrey Dustin carries a babe. Seems I ought to prepare for little pups running through Ramsgate soon.”

He eyed his friend, who was grinning like a fool. But Brandon looked very happy with it. 

“Hah! The seed’s mine, damn it, but she won’t have me living in her castle. Says if we wed, they’ll never let her stay the Lady of Barrowtown."

“Horseshit," Wylis cursed. "The man who weds a ruling queen does not become king. He becomes a prince consort. Marry her, and all you truly do is raise House Dustin and House Ryswell higher in Winterfell’s favor.”

"Ned refused." 

"..."

"Huh?" Wylis turned completely towards Brandon, confused. "What does that have to do with him?"

Brandon sighed and leaned against the deck's edge. "I told Ned I was back with Barbrey. First thing out of his mouth? A bloody frown as I’d shat in his ale. Then I said I mean to wed her proper, and Gods if he didn’t start preaching trouble. Some of these weaselly lords are already trying to cut Ned’s legs out from under him. If I, the eldest bloody Stark, take Barbrey to wife, that puts Dustin and Ryswell square in my lap—”

"It'll create factions?" Wylis finished the words and leaned beside him. "I say, fuck it. Do what you want if you love her. I killed plenty for her, and you know it. I don't regret it one bit. Besides, you gave up Catelyn's tits. Eddard should loosen up, too."

"Bah! Gods, those tits," Brandon howled and made hand gestures of fondling large globes. "I tell you, Wylis. Ned's a lucky bastard."

I know, my friend. I know. 

"Invite Lady Barbrey to Ramsgate once we return. We'll hold a secret wedding if it's so troublesome. Can't have your firstborn be a bastard."

At that, Brandon grinned like a brainless fool in love. 

Ting!

[Hidden Quest Complete - The Wolf's WingmanDescription - Trading a cat for a horse. Goal - Match Brandon Stark with his first love. Reward - Wolf & Horse Whispering Mastery.]

What the hell is this now? Horse whispering? Then… Can I chat with my boy?