The two came to a secluded side hall, far away from the hustle and bustle of the main hall, with only the crackling fire in the fireplace.
Rhea didn't make too many pleasantries and went directly to the topic, speaking in a very low voice:
"His Majesty the King's health has been deteriorating since he ascended the throne. Although he has not yet run out of oil, the undercurrent of the crown prince's struggle has already been surging.
Regarding Iron Throne," she paused and looked sharply at Redd, "The king's younger brother, Prince Daemon, also has ambitions that cannot be ignored."
Redd was leaning against the fireplace with a calm expression.
This is not news. The king only has one daughter, and it is normal for his younger brother to covet the throne.
"So, ma'am? What do you want to say, or... what do you want me to do?"
Rhea took a deep breath, as if he had made some determination, and spoke clearly and coldly, "I hope you can get rid of him."
Although Redd had expected it, he raised his eyebrows slightly at this straightforward request.
He chuckled, with a bit of inquiry. "Hate due to love?
Madam, you can't wait to... solve your ex-husband?"
Rhea did not directly answer this personal question. Her expression was more like a political transaction:
"If you agree, I can use my influence in Vale to persuade my cousin, Duchess the Eyrie Janey Arryn, to publicly support the inheritance of Princess Rhaenyra.
The knights and army of Vale will become the solid backing of Her Royal Highness the Princess." She threw out her bargaining chip - the support of the entire Vale.
Redd pondered for a moment and did not agree immediately. Vale's support is indeed weighty, but for him,
This level of political transactions seems a bit... small compared to the fact that he now holds several magic dragons and controls half of Essos.
He has the ability to overturn the chessboard, so why insist on occupying one or two more pieces on the chessboard?
"I will consider it." He gave an ambiguous answer, then changed the topic and asked about his curiosity:
"However, I am very curious, why did Madam choose to find me? Wouldn't it be more direct to discuss it directly with Rhaenyra?"
Rhea keenly captured the flash of "disapproval" in Redd's eyes.
She knew that her bargaining chip might not completely impress Dragon King, whose strength was unfathomable.
She was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, her tone became more subtle, with a hint of subtle reminder and deep meaning:
"The relationship between Prince Daemon... and Princess Rhaenyra has always been very close.
Maybe it would be more appropriate for you to listen to some of my words than for the princess to listen to them."
This sentence means a lot. Redd understood it instantly.
Of course he knew about the subsequent combination of Rhaenyra and Daemon in the original work, and he also knew about the complex emotional ties and potential for political alliance between their uncle and nephew.
Rhea This is implying that Daemon is not just an "ambitious uncle" to Rhaenyra, but may be a dual emotional and political variable.
Asking Rhaenyra to discuss dealing with Daemon may touch her sensitive emotional nerves, or even leak the news.
"I understand." Redd nodded, indicating that he understood the key. The words have come to this, and it seems that it is time to end.
However, just as he was about to say goodbye and leave, Rhea took a step forward and closed the distance.
The firelight of the fireplace danced on her fair face, reflecting an expression that was a mixture of determination, desperation, and some kind of complicated temptation.
She raised her head slightly, looked at Redd, and her voice suddenly dropped, with a hint of hoarseness:
"The business is over...Redd Prince.
So late at night, alone in the side hall, aren't you... going to do something?"
This sudden turn of events made Redd slightly startled, and then a trace of understanding and interest flashed in his eyes.
Is this... going to up the ante? Using herself as an extra bit of "sincerity"?
He looked at the woman in front of him.
Rhea·Royce, was born from a noble family, has a cool appearance, her figure is perfectly outlined under the close-fitting dress, and her skin is as fair as Vale's Chuxue.
The depression brought about by her long-term unhappy marriage to Daemon seems not to have completely wiped out her charm, but has instead precipitated a different kind of desire that urgently needs to be released.
The interrupted interest seems to have found a perfect continuation object.
The beauty who came to his door had such an identity, why should he refuse?
"Madam is kind but disrespectful." Redd raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and put his arms around her waist.
In the next half hour, the quiet side hall became another battlefield.
Rhea was initially as stiff as a political sacrifice, but under the strong and skillful guidance of Redd, that cold protective shell quickly melted.
She seemed to be venting the repression in her years of marriage, her resentment towards Daemon, and her loneliness and anger at her own situation, all in this secret joy, and her response was extremely enthusiastic and even a little crazy.
However, she ultimately underestimated Redd's inhuman physique and energy.
When it was all over, Rhea almost collapsed on the ground, covered in sweat, and his legs were shaking so much that he couldn't bring them together. He could only cover his mouth with his hands as he almost lost control of his voice due to the extreme pleasure.
She held on to the cold stone wall, moved step by step, her posture awkward but with a strange sense of satisfaction and exhaustion, and quietly disappeared into the deep night corridor of Red Keep.
Redd straightened his robe and looked at the direction where Rhea disappeared, with a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.
Vale's support is a good addition, and tonight's "extra gain" makes this transaction... much more interesting.
He turned around and walked towards Rhaenyra's room. He didn't know if Alicent had left, and if his princess wife was a little impatient with waiting.
Red Keep's night is still very long, and the intertwining of the game of power and desire has just begun.
Redd left the side hall and walked toward Rhaenyra's room along the silent corridor with flickering candlelight.
On the night of Red Keep, the stone walls echoed with the music of the distant banquet and the sound of his own footsteps nearby.
Just around the corner, he "happened" to meet the genuine Alicent·Hai Tarth walking towards him.
She wore a dark green velvet dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, making her skin look better than snow.
After not seeing each other for two years, this queen has lost some of her girlish youthfulness and is in a stage of rapid blooming and ripeness.
The curves of the chest are plump and bulging under the outline of the corset, the waist is slender, and the hip line is round and straight under the bustle. The whole person is like a carefully cultivated fruit that is eager to be picked.
"Prince Redd," Alicent stopped, a just right smile with a hint of surprise appeared on his face, "What a coincidence."
Redd felt something in his heart. This "accidental encounter" was too deliberate. But he didn't show it on his face and smiled back, "Miss Alicent, it's late at night and you haven't rested yet?"