"Everyone! Attack together!"
Wylis chuckled at their new strategy. They wanted to beat him by sheer numbers. But their dream was futile, like a few dozen men fighting a gorilla. The gorilla would always win, although maybe a bit tired near the end.
And Wylis had a wolf at his side.
"Haaaa!"
The sailors jumped at Wylis and Brandon together. They were mostly thin to begin with, so it looked like a few little monkeys fighting two giants. And the giants were winning with ease.
"Gaaaah!"
Wylis kicked one man, sending him flying to slam into the only mast of the ship. But four or five more were around him, swinging their sticks that they had sharpened on one end as a spear.
But what they were doing was only annoying, not threatening. And they had no hand-to-hand combat experience, something Wylis was an expert of. He blocked one pointy stick by smashing it away with the back of his hand and stabbed with his sword.
At that same time, he did a horse-kick, breaking the ribs of another.
Groans, cries, and shouts rang all over the deck for some time. Wylis killed the four who attacked him, and Brandon did the same on his side.
"Stop!" Wylis shouted. "Only seven left!"
He needed at least that many to return home. While the cog was small, it was also inefficient and needed too many men to operate. He had plans to reduce the need to just five men in the future, but for now, he had no other option.
"The rest of you! Choose now. Stay and die for nothing, or live proper under my command." His gaze cut across the seven men who shrank from him, dropping their spears. "Speak before I count to five. One!"
"We'll work!"
"Aye!"
"Forgive me, M'lord!"
"I'll work!"
So scared, they agreed right away. But that wasn't enough for Wylis.
"Brandon, fetch the chains. I'll fasten them to their posts myself. They'll stay put till we're home."
It took them an hour, but they eventually tied every single one of them. The sailors assisted themselves to be chained down, too scared of all the blood and dead bodies around them.
Wylis went to the lower decks after that and began changing his clothes, wearing an all-black attire, like a ninja from his past life. He draped his legs tightly, ensuring no loose cloth would get stuck on rocks when he'd climb. Then he covered his entire head, leaving only his face bare, which he also painted black using some charcoal paste, to ensure light wouldn't reflect on his pale skin. Finally, he slung a thick bundle of ropes around his shoulder and waist, tied his short-sword to his back, and prepared to head out.
"Try not to die, aye?"
"Not planning to," Wylis said, giving everything one last look. "If Ser Davos sends his men and they ask for me, tell them I'm resting. Leave the corpses where they lie. Say there was a mutiny. That should keep them from stirring me."
Brandon nodded, his usually carefree expression marked with worry for Wylis.
Finally, he opened a side hatch on the floor under the deck and threw a small rowing boat into the water. Then, with two oars in his hands, he jumped down, landing unsteadily on it.
Ting!
[New Side Quest - A Promise KeptDescription - A Tyrant's word is absolute. You promised Rhaella to be there when she needs you the most. The time has come to be there. Save her, take her home, give her the happiness she never saw.Reward - Queen Rhaella's Undying Love & New Title]
So it begins. Wylis saw the prompt flashing before his eyes. He didn't like the fact that her love was a reward. He wanted to believe that it was all natural and not something that the Tyrant's Squire forced to happen.
Nonetheless, he started to row.
It was absolute darkness; he didn't bother bringing a torch with him. After all, six months was an acceptable price for night vision. It wasn't absolute; he still felt it was very dark, but he wasn't blind to his surroundings anymore. He knew what was around him, though that was true only for large things. For little rocks, insects, or animals, he couldn't see them.
He rowed nonstop towards the cliffside of the island, and it took him a little over an hour. He had to avoid the royal fleet, and the moonless night helped. But still, nearing the cliffside, the waves were rough.
They thrashed into the stones again and again, pulling and pushing his little boat. But he was finally in his zone and used Earthbending to raise a platform right underneath his boat, attached to the cliff.
Once the platform was half a meter above the sea level, he got out and tied the boat there, ensuring his escape wouldn't get swept away.
Then he looked up at the mighty tall cliff and the walls of the castle. It was a daunting task, and time was of the essence. He needed to escape with Rhaella before sunrise. Also, he had to climb while creating steps that Rhaella would use to climb down with him.
Let's be brutal.
He decided to be fast and use Earthbending to its extreme. He'd never done it, focused on multiple things at the same time. He knew how to make a single step at a time, but to make a dozen at once, that was new.
Finally, he raised his hand towards the coarse cliff and started making gestures. Rocks exploded, flew past him to fall into the sea. The sea that he didn't realize was turning violent.
Boom!
The waves were too loud. They hid all the noise he made. At once, he carved a stairway into the cliff, ten steps at once. The plan was to make them in a zig-zag formation.
Boom!
With waves of his hands, he kept carving staircases. He reckoned if he could walk on them with his size, Rhaella would be able to as well. He was fast, unsophisticated, and violent with Earthbending. There was no reason to be subtle, for nobody was watching.
Tap, tap…
"Hm?" He felt water droplets on his face all of a sudden. When he looked up, all he saw was the outline of clouds, an endless canopy of them. When he looked down, the sea had become violent. "Fuck! A storm? Now?!"
He cursed under his breath and weighed his options. To return to the ship and wait, or continue. In that storm, even if he were to save Rhaella, escaping would be hard. But the storm was also the best time to escape.
And…
It's gone… shit!
The little boat he had brought was fully submerged in water. He didn't know if it was even there anymore.
With that, he stopped carving the staircase and just started crawling up on the cliff, digging his hands and toes into gaps he'd make with Earthbending. His speed increased significantly with that, and before long, he found himself climbing the castle's walls.
The storm only grew stronger, however. The rain made visibility low. But eventually, he reached the top and tried to peek through the gaps in the battlement.
There were soldiers, the last I checked.
However, all he saw were empty shields and helmets hung on wooden poles. Placed in a way that the one observing from a distance would think there were soldiers.
Castle's unguarded?
He finally jumped onto the walls and looked all around. The many torches had already been doused due to the rain. The only visible light was from the many small windows of the castle.
It didn't take long before he picked the highest tower of the castle and started climbing towards it, going through many smaller towers first. Dragonstone was built like a fortress that kept going higher in the middle.
After climbing a few of the towers, he finally reached the last one, the highest. He grabbed the protruding bricks he personally made and scaled the wall like it was a ladder. Randomly, he peeked inside any window or balcony he found to see if Rhaella was inside.
And eventually, right as he got closer to the top of the castle, he found the biggest balcony yet; it looked regal, and the height it sat on revealed it was meant to be unscalable. When he peeked through it, he beamed brightly.
There she is!
Rhaella Targaryen, as stunning as ever, despite the exhausted look on her face. She stood proudly, her gown elegant and solemn, her belly round with life, with Daenerys. However, her violet eyes were filled with fear, dark circles marring them.
"We have to move before it's too late. If not the sea, then Robert's wrath will find us. And I'd sooner face the waves than his mercy."
Who the fuck is that?
He saw the old man speaking with the ex-queen. Seeing the sword on his waist and the light armor on him, it didn't take him long to discern the identity. There was only one old-looking knight with Rhaella.
Wasting no time, he climbed over and entered the balcony. He moved fast to hide behind one of the larger pillars, hoping to take the knight by surprise and knock him down. He had no desire to save him. The less people know, the better.
"Hide, my Queen. Who's there?"
Alas, his wet footsteps betrayed his innate stealth ability. The already alert and scared knight turned around with sword unsheathed.
No point in hiding. He's at least loyal to her.
"Come out, you assassin scum!"
Finally, Wylis came out of hiding, proudly standing tall, one hand on his sword's hilt and the other waving. "Hello there."
"W-Who sent you? You shan't pass me!"
"..."
Wylis wanted to deal with this calmly, but the old knight charged at him. He saw the redness in the knight's eyes, a sign of sleep deprivation.
"We're on the same side, Ser Willem." He hoped to wake him up by taking his name.
"Lies! You think you can deceive me? You climbed a straight wall ten floors high? No man can! Die, you vile demon of darkness!"
With a sigh, Wylis dodged the knight before gripping the blade with his bare hands. The old knight was far too weak for him. "Listen, I know how this must look. I blackened my face to keep to the shadows. I'm only here for Rhaella, to take her with me."
"Lord Wylis?"
Finally! Wylis fondly looked towards the large cupboard as Rhaella walked out of its shade. Her eyes were wide, hopeful, and already on the verge of tears.
"There you are!" He shouted and just shoved the old knight sideways with so much strength that the man practically flew. He didn't care and engulfed the woman in his arms, squeezing the warmth out of her until her chest flattened on him. He'd have kissed if his face wasn't painted black.
"Oh, Wylis!" Rhaella wept, her false shield of strength and confidence breaking in his embrace.
"I told you, didn't I?" He kissed her forehead, painting comically large black lips there. "You'd find me when you need me most, and here I am."
He felt her arms tighten around him, her face practically flattened on the middle of his chest. She wept so loudly, even channeled out a few curses.
Must have been tough, knowing you're stuck with no hope. Yet still having to keep a strong face.
He patted her back the entire time and caressed the back of her head with the other hand, giving her the reassuring warmth she likely needed.
"You ensnared the Queen? You vile—"
Yet he became alert when the knight attacked from behind. Without pushing Rhaella away, he unsheathed his blood-soaked sword and blocked the strike, then gently released Rhaella and parried.
"Run away, my Queen! Look… his sword drips with blood! He… he killed the maids!"
What the… He's insane.
"What? Gods, no. I didn't kill the maids."
"Then whose blood is that?"
Blood?
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