This feeling of completely training and conquering such a proud and important woman is truly fascinating.
This is not only physical pleasure, but also the ultimate satisfaction of power and control on another level.
He reached out and stroked her smooth back, feeling her slight trembling, knowing that the "sufficient dose" of the "treatment" last night had a significant effect.
Red Keep A new day begins, and after this night, the complex relationship between Redd and Rhaenyra seems to have reached a new delicate balance based on his absolute dominance.
As for the unfinished temptation game of Alicent, it became a seed full of unknowns and excitement buried under this balance.
The hustle and bustle of the celebration and the dead silence of the delivery room were staged on the same day as Red Keep, constituting the most cruel irony in the inheritance of power.
On the contest field, two knights were fighting hard for the king's reward and honor. The loud noise of the collision of armor and the cheers of the audience were deafening.
In the stands, Redd and Rhaenyra were dressed up, but Redd's eyes showed a hint of alienation and boredom that was not easily noticeable.
In his eyes, this kind of mortal martial arts competition is like children's play.
His attention fell more on the ruddy and proud King Viserys on the throne.
The king has even given his unborn child a name - Baelon, a name full of power and expectation that carries the name of Aegon the Conqueror's father.
Such a grand and early celebration shows Viserys's desire for this possible male heir.
It is almost a public declaration, which invisibly squeezes the space of Rhaenyra as the designated heir.
Just as the competition was approaching its climax, an attendant hurriedly came on stage and whispered a few words into Viserys's ear.
For an instant, the smile on the king's face froze, and was immediately replaced by anxiety.
He almost jumped up from his seat. Regardless of the important event that was going on, he hurriedly left the seat surrounded by Kingsguard and walked quickly in the direction of Maegor's Holdfast.
Redd felt relieved. He gently held Rhaenyra's hand next to him and felt the slight coolness on her fingertips. "Let's go," he whispered, "It seems that your mother has encountered some trouble."
Rhaenyra also saw his father's abnormal behavior, and had an ominous premonition in his heart.
She did not break free from Redd's hand, but instead clenched it subconsciously, as if to draw some support from it, and followed him obediently out of the noisy stands, leaving behind her the cheers and the sound of swords.
Red Keep Deep inside, outside the delivery room carefully prepared for the Queen's delivery, the atmosphere was solemn and suffocating.
Queen Emma's suppressed but painful moans could be heard from inside the door, as well as the anxious whispers of the maid and midwife.
Outside the door, Viserys was pacing back and forth, his hands clenched and his knuckles turning white.
Several Grand Maester gathered around him, looking serious.
"... Your Majesty, Her Royal Highness the Queen's pelvis is too narrow, the fetus's head is too large, and it is stuck... All methods have been tried..."
Chief Grand Maester's voice was heavy and helpless, "Now, a decision must be made. Time... is running out."
"Choice? What choice?" Viserys's voice was trembling. He actually understood, but he just didn't want to face it.
"To protect the queen, you should protect the child." Grand Maester's voice was cold and clear, laying this eternal problem naked in front of the king.
"If we save the queen, we may be able to use a hook... but the child will definitely not be saved, and the queen will have difficulty having children in the future.
If you want to save the baby... you need to cut open the queen's abdomen and take out the baby.
With the current medical technology, if a caesarean section is performed to remove the child, the queen... has no chance of surviving."
Viserys's face turned pale instantly.
He needs a son, a healthy male heir who can inherit Iron Throne and consolidate the Targaryen bloodline. This is the cornerstone of his rule and his obsession with "perfect inheritance" deep in his heart.
But Emma... his queen, a docile, loyal woman who bore him children.
It's not that he doesn't love her, it's just that this love seems so fragile in the face of Iron Throne's heavy needs.
At this moment, Redd led Rhaenyra to the end of the corridor, and happened to hear the last conversation.
They did not step forward, but stood quietly in the shadows, as if watching a fateful drama.
Redd lowered his head, his warm lips almost touched Rhaenyra's cold ear, and asked softly like a poisonous snake spitting a message with a breath that only she could hear:
"What do you think your father sitting on Iron Throne... would choose?"
Rhaenyra's body trembled suddenly, as if being stabbed by a cold needle.
She subconsciously wanted to cover her ears and escape from this problem, but Redd's hands held her waist tightly.
She felt a bone-chilling chill rising from the soles of her feet.
Of course she knew her father's desire for a male heir, the grandness of the celebration, and the weight of the name "Baelon".
She was once the proud daughter of heaven, held in the palm of her father's hand and designated as his heir.
But at this moment, under the shadow of the life-and-death decision outside the delivery room, she realized so clearly for the first time,
His status as the "heir" may never be worth a possible birth of a son in his father's heart.
"I..." She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and fear and a premonition of betrayal choked her breathing.
"Why don't you speak?" Redd's voice was urging with a hint of playfulness, more like a cruel persecution, forcing her to face this bloody reality.
Just then--
"Ah--!!!"
In the delivery room, Queen Emma's extremely miserable scream was heard. The sound penetrated the thick wooden door and was full of despair, pain and the helplessness of life passing by.
Immediately afterwards, there was a flurry of footsteps and the sound of clinking utensils.
Rhaenyra was shocked all over, and his face instantly lost all color.
She understood. That scream was the answer.
In the father's heart, the stability of Iron Throne and the "orthodox" continuation of the bloodline are more important than the queen's life and the status of her daughter.
Redd felt the stiffness and coldness of the body in his arms, and knew that the heat had arrived.
He no longer asked, but looked at Viserys with calm and almost cold eyes. After hearing the scream, he looked at Viserys.
A complex expression of pain, relief and deeper guilt flashed across his face, and then he watched the Grand Maesters hurriedly return to the delivery room, and the door was tightly closed.
He held Rhaenyra, who was almost unsteady, and slowly retreated into deeper shadows.
He wanted the coldness of this moment, her father's decision, the queen's scream, and the shaky sense of security in her heart to be deeply imprinted in her soul.
He wanted her to see clearly that at the heart of the game of power, warmth and blood are sometimes the first chips to be sacrificed.