The Northern Tyrant [Game Of Thrones]

He pushed open the door and entered, finding the large, quite lavish bedchamber lit by a few candles here and there. It was more akin to a small studio apartment to Wylis than a simple bedchamber. It just didn't have a bathroom and kitchen. The rest of the room was divided between a sitting area, a sleeping area, and a corner with a table and chairs akin to a solar. It was for writing letters.

"Rhaella?" He whispered her name and walked over to the bed. Beside the bed was a cradle in which the newborn was asleep. Daenerys wasn't there; at almost two years old, she was old enough to sleep with other kids, but still too young and likely to disturb Rhaella's recovery.

"My Lord? I hope Old Nan was not too harsh."

"She's too old to be harsh, Rhaella. Lyanna is the one worth worrying over." Wylis smiled as he circled the bed, shed his boots, and climbed beneath the covers. He shifted closer, slipping an arm behind her head to draw her against him. "Are you well?"

She snuggled into his arms, turning and throwing her arm over his chest, her head over his shoulder.

"I have been well these past few days, my lord. It is you who troubles my thoughts. You must not bear what happened as a burden. You saved my life, and I still live. Is that not what matters most?"

"And I am the reason it was in danger to begin with," he replied, tilting his head to look at her face. "Knowing well your history with childbirth, I still placed you in such danger—"

Rhaella pressed a finger to his lips. "Hush now. I love Viserys and Daenerys dearly, and I always shall. Yet I bore them from duty, not from love. With you... I longed for a babe made only from love. Never have I felt so cherished, so full of joy, whilst carrying a child. You have no right to steal that joy from me now, my love."

Wylis, speechless for a moment, just stared at her ivory face. The truth in her words was better reflected by her lilac eyes, big and watery and emotional. And seeing that, it only made him more alarmed. The idea of losing her, Lyanna, and the kids to some random disease or injury that could've been treated in his past world. It suffocated him, because he had the knowledge, but he was one man with limited energy.

"I'm not angry, nor am I frustrated, Rhaella. I'm afraid. I know how to cure most diseases and tend most wounds, but each remedy requires a host of other inventions and countless things before it can exist. It is the helplessness of knowing I can't do it all that troubles me. Call me greedy if you wish, but the thought of losing you, all of you, and this life we have is what keeps sleep from me every night."

"Are you the Gods?" She asked.

Wylis frowned slightly. "No."

"Then how can you blame yourself for death? You do what lies within your power, and the rest is left to fate. You are Lord Wylis Kaiser, the strongest and wisest man I have ever had the blessing to know. Fear never living up to all that you might yet become. Heal what you can, prevail where you can, but do not expect to mend all things. I love you, as does Lyanna, and I'm sure even Elia feels it in her heart. We see these days because you saved us, and if I were to die now, I would die smiling."

Wylis let out a big exhale and squeezed her against his chest. The feelings he had for Rhaella could be described as a strange tickle in his chest. It was a funny feeling, one that made his heart beat faster.

He cherished her and wanted nothing but a smile on her face. The change between the time he saw her in Red Keep and now was like night and day. She felt bright, and looked even brighter.

"You are too kind, Rhaella. Too kind for this world."

"And look where it brought me?" Rhaella replied, and she pulled his other arm on her as well, hugging him. "Right where I always dreamt of. In the arms of a man I dearly love."

Wylis chuckled and leaned his face down, pecking her forehead. "Aye, in the shackles of a giant brute."

"Women dream and light candles for such fine shackles, my lord."

How could one not love a woman like her? Wylis couldn't tell. He just pulled her in tighter, and pecked her lips this time. Then he shifted down, lying flat in the bed. He had made up his mind; if he were going to get any sleep that night, it would be in her arms.

"You have no idea how happy you make me, Rhaella." He whispered, staring at her face as she lay turned towards him.

"I feel the same, Wylis," she said, her slender fingers brushing gently through the roughness of his stubble. "But there is still one very important matter we must speak of."

"Which is?"

"Naming our son. I've been waiting for you. I wished to find a name that is truly unique, but I could not. Perhaps I simply lack imagination. He has your warrior's blood and my Tar–"

Wylis caught her hesitation and gave her waist a quick squeeze beneath the quilt. "Targaryen. You may say it, Rhaella. There is no shame in it. Viserys and Daenerys are like my own children, and I have never minded that they do not bear the name Kaiser. But aye, our son is another matter. Dark-haired, violet-eyed, and built near the size of a giant."

"Looks of an angel," Rhaella added. "Do you have any name fitting for him?"

Wylis hummed, thinking for a long moment. He hadn't given it a thought before, expecting Rhaella to name him herself, as did most other women. He reckoned she would give him some Targaryen name.

"Our son…" He muttered loudly, constantly staring into the purple sea that was Rhaella's eyes. "He's meant for great things. He's my blood, so I know he will be wise and strong beyond any. He has your blood, hence he will be beautiful. And considering he's destined to ride a dragon again—"

"What?"

Wylis smirked, aware she would never believe him. "Dragons? Aye, I will bring back dragons to this world. I have a notion of how to."

"Impossible. There are no dragons left in the world."

"And have you seen the entire world? I shall go to the homeland of dragons in the far east if I must and tame one myself. But that is into the future; let us think of a name. My son must be wise beyond any to not only control a dragon, but be aware of how to utilise one. Perhaps he will rebuild the Valyrian Empire."

"..."

By then, Rhaella was entirely speechless, lips slightly apart, big eyes blinking cutely.

Wylis chuckled and kissed her forehead, announcing the name. "Aslan Kaiser, that will be his name."

"Aslan?" Rhaella murmured. "What does it mean?"

"It means Lion, though the meaning matters less than the one who bears it. Aslan, the Great Lion, is a godlike lion from a tale I know. He stands for justice and divine kindness, yet remains gentle, loving, and self-sacrificing. Fierce when he must be, and wise besides. I believe he must become such a man if he one day hopes to tame a dragon. And who knows? In time, he may earn the name Aslan, the Great Dragon."

"You would give him your name?" She asked.

Wylis frowned, as if offended. "Name? My beautiful Queen, I would give him my name, the blade, the coin, and the learning to become whatever he wishes. All my children shall bear my name. They may be called bastards now, but once Ramsgate is firm in its footing, I shall have Robert legitimize them."

Rhaella pursed her lips. "You mustn't. My ancest—"

"Aegon IV was a fat fool. He failed to set forth a clear line of succession. I have done so, and it is my will that Magnus inherit Ramsgate. But that doesn't mean my other children shall go without. In time, I'll hold enough lands and castles to grant each of them a seat to rule. Some in Westeros, and others across the Narrow Sea."

For a very long time, Rhaella was speechless. It was a lot to digest. Not only the suggestion of dragons, but also conquering lands in Essos. Yet, in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a thrill. Wylis was known for doing the impossible.

Yet, she said nothing and turned, her back against his chest. She pulled his arm over her and hugged it, all the while looking at the cradle by her bedside.

"Aslan," Rhaella muttered. "I hope to give you many more."

"No." Wylis embraced her tighter. "One is enough. For the rest of my days, all I want is you. Strong, healthy, wise, and mine."

"I am yours," she whispered back.

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