"Now, you face the same problem.
Unless the descendants of you and Redd take the mother's surname Targaryen, otherwise, your father,
And the vast majority of lords who follow tradition and bloodline will not accept a king with the blood of a foreign surname.
And Redd," Rhaenys shook his head, "Will he allow his children to give up his last name? Absolutely impossible."
She finally advised, "Redd will soon be able to unify Free Cities of Essos and establish his own kingdom there.
As his queen, your status is respected and your future is equally bright.
Why bother clinging to Westeros, this crown of thorns that is destined not to belong to you?"
My aunt's persuasion was rational and thorough, but it completely shattered Rhaenyra's last illusion.
It's not that she doesn't understand these truths, she just doesn't want to face them.
Now that it was bloodyly revealed, she felt not only disappointed, but also a kind of anger and powerlessness at being betrayed by her family, tradition, and her father.
She returned to her room filled with anger and cold despair.
However, when she opened the door, the sight that greeted her eyes made her blood surge instantly, almost breaking through her reason.
There is an air of ambiguity lingering in the air.
"Redd! You..." Rhaenyra almost blurted out his question, his voice trembling with anger.
But Redd moves faster.
As if he didn't see her anger, he naturally stretched out his hand and pulled her to him, his strong arms wrapped around her waist, confining her in his arms.
"Back?" His voice was calm, even with a hint of smile, as if everything just now was just normal, "Just in time, I want to introduce you to a new friend."
He pointed at the woman who was tugging at her dress in a panic, trying to reduce her presence, "Mysaria, my new subordinate,
Regardless of how she is now, she is quite good at getting information. I was able to figure out some 'interesting' things so quickly this time, thanks to her."
He downplayed a private indulgence as "introducing a subordinate" and even emphasized the value of Mysaria.
This natural attitude made the anger in Rhaenyra's chest seem to be poured with oil, but there was nowhere to burn.
She looked at the woman named Mysaria, who was lowering her head and huddled carefully behind Redd.
Her hands were even gently kneading his shoulders, looking extremely tame.
Rhaenyra Take a deep breath and force yourself to calm down.
Falling out? It's not like she hasn't thought about it, but what are the consequences?
Breaking with Redd means that she will lose the most powerful and only external force that may support her.
After just experiencing the double blow of Daemon and Rhaenys, she knew more than ever that she was alone and helpless.
In the end, she just sneered and said in a sour tone, "You are really... so interested."
"What, are you jealous?" Redd pinched her chin, his movements intimate, but his eyes showed unquestionable control.
Mysaria stopped his movements knowingly and shrunk himself even smaller, almost disappearing into the shadows.
Rhaenyra did not answer his question about jealousy.
She leaned into Redd's arms, feeling the warmth and strength from his chest. The feeling of support miraculously suppressed some of her anger, but led to deeper grievances and fatigue.
She began to confide in him, her voice filled with suppressed sobs and resentment:
"I went to Uncle Daemon... He refused because he hated you and was afraid that our children would take away everything from Targaryen...
I went to Aunt Rhaenys again... She persuaded me to give up, saying that my father would never pass the throne to a daughter who married someone with a foreign surname.
Just like when Great Council didn't choose her... They all thought it was impossible for me...
Everyone can see my father's attitude, and everyone below is watching the wind... Who else can I turn to? What should I do?"
She poured out her frustrations today, her disappointment at her father's vacillation, her fear that Alicent was about to take over, and her confusion about the future.
At this moment, in her embattled world, it seems that this embrace, this man who is so powerful that he can ignore all rules, is the only one she can confide in and rely on.
Although this dependence itself is thorny and uncertain.
She raised her head and looked at Redd with a mixture of unwillingness, vulnerability and final hope in her purple eyes. "Redd... you... can you help me?"
This question is not only a request for his strength, but also a confirmation of her own value--
How much weight does her "wife" and "ally" hold in his heart?
Redd still looks lazy and indifferent.
Finally, Rhaenyra, who couldn't bear it anymore, exerted force and overthrew Redd.
Then he rushed forward with a lunge, grabbed his collar with both hands, and roared fiercely:
"I am your first wife!
In this tense situation now, I may be expelled from King's Landing at any time!
Now that the matter has come to this, what are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you quickly come up with a way to solve the problem for me!"
Redd felt like the world was spinning in his head, as if the whole world was constantly shaking.
He tried hard to steady his body, but the intense dizziness came over him like a tide, making him almost unable to stand.
However, at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Redd's mind, "Did I go too far?"
As soon as this idea appeared, it spread quickly like a prairie fire, making Redd, who was already a little guilty, even more restless.
So, he quickly shouted, "Wait a minute! Stop first!"
Before he finished speaking, Redd's pair of hands that were still wandering around seemed to be completely disobedient and continued to rub Rhaenyra's waist that was as slender as a willow branch.
Every gentle touch will cause a slight tremor, and this wonderful touch makes Redd unable to help but exclaim in wonder--
Such exaggerated body proportions are really rare, and can be said to be a unique treasure!
Faced with Redd's unbridled and rude behavior, Rhaenyra suddenly became furious. She waved her arm violently and slapped down the troublesome big hand.
He took advantage of the situation and hugged his chest tightly with his other hand, putting on a heavily guarded look.
At the same time, he stared at Redd, seemingly waiting for the other party to give a reasonable explanation.
At this moment, Rhaenyra looks both angry and cute, especially when she folds her arms angrily,
The pair of towering mountain peaks on his chest became more and more eye-catching, swaying slightly with the ups and downs of his breathing.
It was as tempting as a ripe peach. Redd's eyes straightened and his heart beat faster when he looked at it. Even the dizziness he felt just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.