Redd looked at her slightly hasty back through the window, with a playful smile on her lips.
The future queen's heart is far less peaceful than she appears on the surface.
This feeling of putting his superior prey into a difficult situation and seeing his true reaction behind the mask made him feel a different kind of pleasure.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Mysaria, who was still crawling in front of him.
He reached out, grabbed her hair somewhat roughly, and lifted her up.
Mysaria was in pain, but did not dare to exhale. He just raised his face obediently, his eyes were blurred, and the tip of his tongue slightly spit out,
Like a puppy trying to please its master, it gasped and whispered, "Master... this is Xiaomei's honor... whatever you want... you can..."
Her voice was charming and charming, with a completely tamed and sacrificial attitude.
"For the sake of being so good," Redd let go of her hair and stroked her cheek instead, his voice low and full of control, "Master will 'reward' you now."
***
Alicent almost fled back to his room in Maegor's Holdfast.
Opening the door, her father, Sir Hand of the King Otto·Hai Tarth, had been pacing anxiously in the house for a long time.
"How's it going?" Otto As soon as he saw his daughter coming back, he immediately stepped forward and asked eagerly in a low voice.
Alicent took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady. "He agreed... to keep it a secret for the time being."
Otto's tense shoulders instantly relaxed and he let out a long breath.
God knows how panicked he felt when he found out that Oldtown's secret message might have been leaked and that damn drug dealer had escaped capture again.
Murdering the queen is a heinous crime that is enough to make House Hightower irrecoverable!
Although they dealt with the Maester and Queen Emma's body was reduced to ashes in Dragonfire, the clues left behind still represent a deadly threat.
Redd chooses to trade despite holding evidence. This is a good thing for the time being, but it also means that they always have a knife on their necks.
"For the time being..." Otto chewed the word, his eyes becoming sinister, "This is by no means a long-term solution. We must speed up the plan."
"Father, I'm already..." Alicent stroked his flat belly and whispered, "I'm pregnant."
Otto's eyes burst into ecstasy, but was immediately replaced by a deeper calculation. "Okay! Very good! My daughter, you did a great job!"
He lowered his voice and turned cold, "In that case, the dose of 'tonic' given to Viserys... is doubled."
Alicent's body trembled slightly.
The so-called "tonic" is actually a chronic poison that slowly erodes the body's vitality and makes people depressed.
The original plan was for Viserys to "naturally" weaken and pass away after Alicent gave birth to a son and ensured that his inheritance rights were stable.
But now, the evidence in Redd's hand hangs above his head like the sword of Damocles,
They must make Alicent's son the undisputed heir before everything is exposed, and let Viserys die "at the right time".
"I... understand." Alicent lowered his eyes to cover up the complicated emotions that flashed in his eyes.
For the sake of the family, for the upcoming child, and for her own future authority, she must be more ruthless and faster.
Otto patted her daughter on the shoulder, both encouraging and urging. "Hurry up. We don't have much time."
He must ensure that before Redd changes his mind or any accident occurs,
The position next to Iron Throne, as well as the future owner of the throne, are firmly in the hands of House Hightower.
On the night of Red Keep, conspiracies are like vines, quietly growing in the gaps between the masonry of power and becoming more and more entangled.
And a silent war surrounding the throne, life and poison has entered a countdown.
Rhaenyra ran around the corridors and halls of Red Keep, trying to find support for his shaky inheritance, but only received cold reality and euphemistic rejection.
She first found her uncle, Prince Daemon·Targaryen.
In her heart, this maverick uncle who holds "Caraxes" may be the person most likely to understand and support her.
She confided to him her father's vacillation, Alicent's threats, and her rights as the legal heir, trying to arouse the family's recognition and the friendship between uncle and nephew.
However, Daemon's reaction was like a basin of ice water.
He was leaning against the window, playing with a Valyrian steel dagger. After listening to her plea, he just chuckled with unknown meaning.
"My dear niece,"
His voice was full of cynicism, but his eyes were as sharp as knives, "I do like you very much. I appreciate your courage and... ambition. But,"
He changed the subject and his tone became cold, "Support you? No. I will never support a woman who is married to Redd and sits on Iron Throne."
He made no secret of his hatred for Redd, and that empty sleeve was an eternal mark of shame.
"Think about it, if you become the queen, what will be the offspring of you and Redd?
Their last name may be Targaryen, but who is their father?
It's the ambitious Dragon King who broke my arm!
Whose hands will Iron Throne eventually fall into? Targaryen, or his Redd bloodline?"
He shook his head and said firmly, "I won't let this happen. Iron Throne, either belongs to the real Targaryen, or... no one can get it easily."
Daemon's rejection was direct and cruel, leaving no room for maneuver.
What he values is not Rhaenyra herself, but the future of the throne that she represents, which may be stolen by Redd.
Rhaenyra, who was disappointed, pinned her hopes on her aunt, "Uncrowned Queen" Rhaenys·Targaryen.
Rhaenys is smart and transparent. She once missed the throne on "Great Council" because of her gender. Maybe she can understand her plight.
However, Rhaenys's reaction chilled her even more.
The princess, who had experienced power struggles, did not refuse directly. Instead, she looked at her with an almost compassionate look and said slowly:
"Rhaenyra, my child, let it go. Obsessing with Iron Throne will only make you suffer."
Rhaenys's voice was calm and experienced, "Your father, Viserys, it is impossible for him to pass the throne to you.
The reason is simple - you married Redd."
She paused, looked at her niece's pale face, and continued to analyze the cruel truth:
"The old king Jaehaerys chose Viserys instead of me, and also rejected your cousin Laenor, not just because we are women or too young.
The deeper reason is that my husband is Corlys Velaryon, and Laenor's surname is Velaryon.
King Jaehaerys cannot accept the future master of Iron Throne and will no longer bear the surname 'Targaryen'."