Walking out of the center of the crowd, Rhaenyra's tight shoulders relaxed slightly, and he turned his head to look at Redd, with mixed emotions in his eyes:
There was pleasure in letting out a bad breath, admiration for his clever pressure, but also a little worry.
"Is this... enough?" she asked in a low voice.
"This is just the first gong." Redd patted the back of her hand and glanced at the people in the banquet hall who had started talking again, but the topic had obviously changed.
"Let them know that you are not alone. Challenging your inheritance rights not only involves moral debt, but may also have real costs.
For the next play, we still need Mysaria to help us find more 'actors' and 'lines'."
He paused, looked at the pair of focal points in the middle of the dance floor that had lost some of their luster, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth:
"As for your father... he will soon understand that some things cannot be easily changed by holding a banquet and announcing pregnancy news.
Iron Throne's game really begins now."
At this moment, Mesalia floated over like a light butterfly and quietly approached Redd's ear.
She lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the air around her, and recounted the news she had just sent out:
"Dear Redd, I have something important to tell you!
I heard that Daemon's beautiful wife-Laena did not attend this banquet.
I heard that there was some unpleasant friction between them, which caused Laena to run away from home in anger!
And Mrs. Earl is also absent!
Hehe, now only Corlys Earl is left to come to the banquet alone!"
Redd nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Then, he gently stretched out his hand, landed on Mesalia's round and straight buttocks, and patted it lightly.
Under Xiaomei's gorgeous skirt, a pair of plump and round peach buttocks rippled like ocean waves, exuding an indescribable aura of temptation.
Mesalia, on the other hand, was worried about being noticed by others, so she hurriedly stepped back and kept a certain distance from Redd.
Although her movements were quick and agile, Daemon, who was always paying attention to the movement here, still had a panoramic view of this scene.
In an instant, raging flames rose up in his deep eyes, as hot and dazzling as a volcano erupting.
Redd looked thoughtfully in that direction, and at a glance he saw Daemon with a red face and an angry look.
But not only did he not feel any guilt, he actually raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a very provocative smile.
That smile seemed to be asking silently, "What can you do to me?"
Faced with such blatant provocation and contempt, Daemon was so angry that he was shaking all over, and the wine glass he was holding tightly in his hand was smashed to the ground, breaking into countless pieces in an instant.
With a crisp cracking sound, Daemon strode out of the banquet hall without looking back, leaving only a series of rapid and heavy footsteps that gradually faded away.
Daemon This series of radical actions attracted the attention of many guests present, who all cast curious and surprised glances.
But no one dared to comment lightly - you know, this Prince Daemon is the younger brother of His Majesty the King!
His status is extremely respected, who dares to offend such a person?
Redd looked at the back of Daemon who left angrily, with the provocative smile at the corner of his mouth not yet completely gone.
This unintentional glance and response saved a lot of testing time. Daemon's attitude was already clear - hostility, mixed with personal grudges due to Mysaria.
"It seems that your uncle is quite angry," Redd withdrew his gaze and whispered to Rhaenyra, with a hint of mockery in his tone.
"But it just so happened that his gaffe and departure gave us an opportunity."
Rhaenyra nodded, his eyes calm.
She expected Daemon's opposition. This uncle's ambition had never been concealed. He refused to support her and might even secretly covet Iron Throne.
His angry departure was just tearing away the last bit of warm disguise.
"Mysaria," Rhaenyra turned to Master of Whisperers behind him, his voice was very low but clear and decisive, "You just said that Mrs. Laena has not arrived and left home because of conflicts with Daemon?
Immediately find out where she is now, learn as much detail as possible about the reasons for their conflict, and her current attitude. Be quick."
"Yes, Your Highness Princess." Mysaria immediately agreed, bending his knees slightly,
Then, like a fish that merged into the undercurrent, she quietly exited the noisy banquet hall and began to mobilize her eyeliners at King's Landing and even Driftmark.
Redd put his arm around Rhaenyra's shoulders and led her to a relatively quiet corner, where there were some seats covered with velvet cushions.
"Laena is the key," he analyzed. "She not only represents herself, but also represents Vhagar, the oldest and most experienced dragon.
If she can stand on your side, she doesn't even need to ride a dragon to fight in person. Just her and Vhagar's declaration of support is enough to scare a large number of wavers."
"And," Redd continued, "Princess Rhaenys... your cousin, she has a profound influence on Laena.
They are mother and daughter and have a close relationship.
If Laena is persuaded and she can influence Rhaenys, she may be able to change Rhaenys's current attitude of waiting and watching or even favoring Daemon.
Corlys Earl Although he is here, he is more concerned with weighing the pros and cons. If the voices within the family are consistent..."
"I understand." Rhaenyra said, his fingers caressing the edge of the wine glass unconsciously, "Laena and I have always had a good relationship. She has a cheerful and straightforward personality, not as gloomy and calculating as Daemon.
If I can find her, I am confident to convince her. At least, let her remain neutral and not stand on Daemon's side against me."
She looked at the door of the banquet hall, as if she could see through the thick wall Daemon who was leaving, and Laena who might be alone in sadness or anger in an unknown place.
"Daemon's ambition and irritability may be our breakthrough point. He obviously doesn't respect Laena enough, otherwise she wouldn't leave home in anger."
Soon, Mysaria left and returned. She cleverly avoided the crowd, came to Redd and Rhaenyra, and reported quickly in a low voice, "Your Highness, Lord Redd."
Mrs. Laena has not returned to Driftmark, but is living in a secluded villa belonging to House Velaryon on the riverside outside King's Landing. It seems to be the residence provided by her mother.
Regarding the conflict, initial news is that Prince Daemon has recently been in close contact with some... lower-status women.
And in a quarrel, he verbally humiliated Mrs. Laena and accused her.
The lady left home angrily, but Prince Daemon did not immediately search for or save her."