The ancestral home of the Wyl's sat quite comfortably after the death of Lady Sarella, things had finally gotten back to normal. Under the leadership of Trystane the lands prospered, well, borderline improved without the cruelty and insanity of the previous Lady. Trystane had made good friends among the commonfolk since his return, creating strong relationships that would hopefully prosper the household further. Things were going perfectly, until a rather... surprising, arrival of a common lady from King's Landing, a crownlander, not just any crownlander, a pregnant one. She was brought into the hearth-room of Wyl and was left with a private audience with Trystane, purely because of Trystane's will. Once Trystane arrived into the hearth-room to see the incredibly pregnant lady, he sighed and sat down next to the woman who sat nervously.

"I unfortunately do not remember you nor your name, so I cannot guarantee that your pleas will be heard."

"M'lord, I do not mean to come for money or riches, I just want a life for my child. I cannot afford to raise them in flea bottom I..."

She was interrupted with a hand movement from Trystane, who looked at her with soft eyes.

"I understand the needs of the commonfolk and how flea bottom is, if you are from there you would know I was the Captain of the King's Gate. I understand what happens in King's Landing."

"Y...Yes m'lord."

"Pray tell, how are you so sure it is my child and not the one of any other person in that city? How did you come to the conclusion that they come from my seed?"

"I... I do not want to offend m'lord but... You met me in the barracks, I was visiting my brother, Hugor, but he was ill and instead I found you..."

He again raised his hand.

"It is coming back to me slightly, you are Myra? Yes? The sister of Gendry?"

"Yes m...m'lord."

He looked at her softly and with sad eyes.

"You do not have to be frightened Myra, I knew your brother, he was a great man. I am sorry for the way he passed. Did they find his killer?"

"No m'lord, they claimed it was a man with shiny long, straight hair streaming down across his shoulders, coloured white on one side and red on the other. I had not heard of a man in King's Landing, ever."

"A shame, may the Father judge him justly."

There was a small moment of silence while they both reflected on what the conversation entailed. Trystane stood up and put his hands on Myra's shoulders.

"I will look after your child, you may stay here until they are born, after that, you will have to leave. I will leave you with a small amount of Gold to pay for the trouble I have caused. Do you understand?"

She nodded quickly.

"Good, Myra. I will have them make a bed for you."

With that, he took his hands off of her shoulders and marched out of the room, leaving her to sit there sadly.