Remind Viserys and all Westeros nobles that he not only holds a dragon in his hands, but also guards the vital economic lifeline.
He will attend the celebration, but not as a simple guest, but as a representative of a force that must be treated with caution.
"Let Norvos's acceptance be expedited." Redd ordered to another general,
"Before I leave for King's Landing, I want to see that Norvos's military and political system has completed its preliminary reorganization and that our people have been replaced in key positions.
Lorath Over there, send a message to Marcus to speed up the progress and use strong measures if necessary."
Orient needs to remain monolithic during his absence.
And he will bear the brand of Eastern power and step into the power game field of Westeros.
Celebration? That will be the stage for him to show off another flag.
Viserys wanted to use the celebration to pave the way for a possible prince. Perhaps he did not expect that this celebration might also be the beginning of his "Dragon King" official involvement in the Westeros chess game.
As for Rhaenyra...Redd's eyes were slightly dark.
He will go and observe.
If Viserys really wants to break his promise, then the support he gives may no longer be the implicit debt pressure, but something more direct.
Of course, everything depends on how the situation evolves and what kind of rewards best fit his ever-expanding picture.
The raven spreads its wings again, east and west, carrying different messages and flying to different destinations.
The dust in the east is settling, but the waves in the west are about to create new whirlpools due to his arrival.
Redd is busy dealing with various affairs at the moment, and the handover and integration of the three trading city-states Qohor, Norvos and Lorath into his ruling system is not easy.
However, at this moment, something unexpected happened - Rhaenyra came here riding a giant dragon!
The Rhaenyra in front of her looks more and more mature and charming. Her originally graceful body is now even more curvy and bumpy, and it is still growing and developing.
The two people who had been separated for a long time reunited again, and naturally there was a lot of intimacy and tenderness.
Long after the love affair ended, Rhaenyra's face was still blushing shyly, and his voice was slightly hoarse. "My father seems to have intentionally broken his promise..."
Redwyne gently stroked Rhaenyra's silky smooth and white skin and responded softly, "This is unexpected and reasonable.
After all, as the king of a country, if he has an heir, how can he be willing to pass the throne to a woman?
Unless you succeed in your rebellion, you are likely to have no chance with Iron Throne."
Rhaenyra's body was obviously tense for a moment. The hand supporting Redd's chest was slightly hard, and the fingertips were even a little white.
But what burned in those violet eyes was not anger or shame, but an almost desperate passion.
"Rebellion?" She repeated the word, her voice lowered, hoarse after the clouds and rain, but extremely clear, "No, Redd. That's too... direct.
My father is still the king, and King's Landing still has his supporters. Direct use of force will plunge Seven Kingdoms into a sea of fire, and will also make your eastern foundation unstable."
She raised her body slightly, and her silky silver hair fell beside Redd's cheek, causing a slight itch.
"But you're right, I need your help. Not the kind of help that burns Red Keep with Dragonfire."
Redd looked at her with interest, slid his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck, and rubbed it gently. "Oh? Then my princess, how can I help you?"
"Influence." Rhaenyra said word by word, "You captured six city-states in the east, and you controlled Iron Bank--even my father had to stop the war because you paid back the money.
Your words now have weight. I want you to publicly support my rights as heir during the celebration."
"Public support?" Redd raised an eyebrow, "When your father is holding a grand celebration for his unborn prince, I'm going to spoil his fun?
Tell him, 'Hey, don't forget about your daughter'? That's not diplomatic, Rhaenyra, it's a slap in the face."
"Just a slap in the face!" Rhaenyra flashed a fierce look in his eyes, which was a counterattack gesture after being forced into a corner.
"Let him and all the lords see clearly that supporting me does not mean opposing the king, but that I have... a stronger backing.
I want you to stand by my side, not as my husband, but as the ruler of the East, to confirm the legitimacy of my inheritance.
Letting those fools weigh it is a gamble on a baby that has not yet been born and does not know whether it is a boy or a girl, let alone whether it will survive to adulthood.
Or bet on a princess who already owns a dragon and is supported by the wealth and power of you and the entire East."
She took a breath and continued, "The celebration is just a stage.
If he wants to show his expectations for the prince, I will show my existing strength and support.
What you have to do is to use your method at the right time to let everyone understand that the ownership of Iron Throne is not something that the king alone can decide at will.
Especially when his decision violates a previous oath and... the price may be high."
Redd listened in silence, his fingers unconsciously circling a lock of her silver hair.
Rhaenyra has indeed grown up, and is no longer the girl who can only fly between Red Keep and Dragonstone, feeling uneasy about the future.
She learned to use her leverage and even learned how to turn his biggest "unexpected factor" to her advantage.
Her plan is bold, even risky, but not unreasonable.
In Westeros, the claim requires the endorsement of strength, and now, he happens to be able to provide the strongest kind of endorsement.
"The price may be high..." Redd pondered this sentence, "Are you implying that if Viserys insists on having his own way, I might as well use Iron Bank's leverage again?
Or make Eastern 'trade deals' particularly unfriendly to certain people?"
Rhaenyra did not answer directly, but looked at him deeply. "You know what to do most effectively.
What I need is a statement, a gesture, a statement that no one can ignore.
As for how to do it... you're better at applying 'pressure' than I am."
She leaned down again and put her cheek against the side of Redd's neck. Her voice was muffled, with a trace of imperceptible fatigue and dependence. "I only have you, Redd."
King's Landing's uncles and cousins... they may sympathize with me, but they will not fight against the king for me.
The Tarth family, the Lannister family... they will just wait and see. You must help me."
Warm breath sprayed on the skin, and the residual heat of intense lust had not completely dissipated. At this moment, it was mixed with the cold calculation of the power game and a faint plea. Redd held her waist and held her tightly in his arms.