"It's just some trivial matters." She said softly, but her steps naturally came closer.
The distance between the two was so close that Redd could clearly smell the rich aroma coming from her body, which was mixed with expensive perfume and female body fragrance. The smell was not strong, but it was wisps of sultry warmth.
During the simple exchange of greetings, Alicent's eyes moved, his words were soft, but his body language was full of hints.
When she turned sideways and pointed somewhere outside the window (a meaningless action), her collar slid down slightly, revealing a section of snow-white and delicate collarbone and a looming ravine deeper inside.
Redd's eyes were involuntarily attracted, and the suppressed anger that had just been unfulfilled with Rhea was now easily aroused by the lively and fragrant scene so close at hand, ready to move.
He is not a person who sits still, especially when the other party seems to be handing him the opportunity intentionally or unintentionally.
When Alicent once again adjusted the hem of her skirt and leaned forward to make the attractive arc more prominent,
Redd's hand raised naturally, as if to brush away the non-existent dust on her shoulders, but in fact it reached towards the soft waist with a clear purpose.
However, just when his fingertips were about to touch the skin under the delicate fabric, Alicent, like a frightened (or rather expected) butterfly, took half a step back lightly and quickly, just avoiding his touch.
She still had that impeccable, slightly shy smile on her face, but her eyes were extremely clear, even with a hint of cunning.
"The night breeze is a bit cold, Prince, please rest early."
She nodded slightly, her voice still gentle, and then turned around gracefully. The curve of her hips, which was supported by the gorgeous skirt, made a thrilling arc when she turned around.
Then she twisted her waist and disappeared slowly from the other end of the corridor.
Redd's hand stopped in mid-air, then he retracted it and touched his chin, a trace of understanding and amusement flashed in his eyes.
Appetite? He could see it.
This young lady did not do it accidentally, but was conducting a careful and risky temptation and temptation.
She not only demonstrated her capital and "sincerity", but also cleverly kept a distance, taking the initiative in her own hands, or in other words, trying to control the rhythm within the range she wanted.
"Interesting." Redd whispered to himself, with no intention of pursuing him forcefully.
Twisted melons are not sweet, and he prefers his prey to walk into the trap step by step, or... offer it to him on his own initiative.
He is almost certain that, based on Alicent's performance tonight and the interests she may represent behind her (whether it is her personal desire for power protection or House Hightower's investment in the future),
Sooner or later she will take the initiative to come to your door. At that time, it will not be too late to "teach" her a lesson at your own expense.
With a hint of unsatisfied heat and new expectations, Redd returned to Rhaenyra's room.
In the room, Rhaenyra has obviously been waiting for a while.
Seeing him coming back, she immediately stood up and threw herself into his arms like a bird returning to its nest. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest, as if she wanted to seek comfort or confirm something.
However, just for a moment, her body froze slightly.
Redd, in addition to his own breath, was also mixed with a strange smell of perfume belonging to another woman.
And... a hint of ambiguity that is unique to the aftermath of lust and is difficult to completely dissipate.
The smell is very light, but to those close to you, it is as obvious as a beacon in the dark.
Rhaenyra raised his head, his eyes that were originally filled with dependence and longing suddenly cooled down and became covered with a thin layer of ice and incredible hurt.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to question, but in the end she just pursed her lips and looked away.
Redd made no explanation or attempt to cover up.
He understood their relationship too well - a strong alliance of interests and a passionate physical partner, but it was by no means a loyal love in the traditional sense.
They are united by ambition, desire and practical needs. They need each other but also leave space for each other.
He doesn't need to confess to her for a fling, just as he knows that she may have her own secrets.
Seeing her being awkward, Redd didn't get used to it. Explanations are redundant, actions are the best words.
He picked her up and, ignoring her slight struggle and groan of protest, strode towards the large and soft bed.
"Redd! You... let go! You smell like someone else!"
Rhaenyra finally couldn't help shouting out, and beat his solid chest with his fists, but the force was not so much resistance as a venting of grievances.
"So what?" Redd put her on the bed and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes deep and direct, "You are my wife, now, I need you."
His words are domineering and his actions cannot be refused.
Rhaenyra initially twisted her body, trying to push him away and express her dissatisfaction and grievance, but under his strong attacks and skillful teasing, her little temper was quickly washed away.
Her body's instinctive reaction betrayed her will, her breathing gradually became rapid, her rejection turned into powerless scratching, and finally turned into a entanglement of catering.
He knew that for Rhaenyra at this moment, verbal comfort was far less effective than physical conquest.
A shot of "stimulant" is enough to calm most emotions.
If one injection is not enough, it means that the dose is insufficient, and another injection is needed until she completely softens and surrenders, and can no longer think of those irrelevant jealousies.
This night, Red Keep's thick stone walls seemed unable to completely isolate the fierce sounds and suppressed breathing in some rooms.
The game of power is played out in banquet halls and secret rooms, while the war of desire is played out in the most private bed room.
Early the next morning, sunlight poured into the room through the stained glass windows.
When Redd woke up, Rhaenyra was curled up in his arms like a satiated cat, sleeping soundly.
Her cheeks were still flushed, and her eyelashes were trembling slightly. All the grievances, anger and little rebellion from last night,
It seems that they have all been crushed and melted in the fierce entanglement, replaced by a kind of tired and satisfied tranquility, even dependence.
When Rhaenyra finally woke up and met the eyes of Redd, her eyes had returned to calmness, even with a trace of imperceptible tameness and flattery.
She took the initiative to come over and kiss his chin, her voice was hoarse and lazy. "... you're awake."
Redd Looking at her appearance, a strong sense of control and accomplishment arose in his heart.
This "Light of the Kingdom", known for his stubbornness and ambition, after experiencing a thorough "education" last night,
At this moment, in front of him, she put away all her sharp claws and became submissive, even like a tamed puppy that longs for the owner's touch.