The next morning, when the sky was dim, Red Keep woke up from the silence of the night, but Redd's room was still filled with a lazy and ambiguous atmosphere.
Mysaria has stood up and dressed neatly with gentle movements. The too hot gauze skirt has been put away.
She put on a set of dark casual clothes that were more in line with her identity as Master of Whisperers. Only the spring color remaining between her eyebrows and slightly red and swollen lips betrayed the madness last night.
She knelt beside the bed, arranging Redd's boots, and her voice was a little more hoarse and soft than usual:
"Master, I have given instructions regarding the return of Corlys Earl to Driftmark, and there will be definite information within three days at the latest.
He came to King's Landing this time mainly to attend the king's banquet and handle some naval cooperation matters with the royal family.
Judging from past practice and his recent itinerary, if there are no accidents, he may set off on the third day after the official conclusion of the celebration and return by sea."
Her voice was a little hoarse, but still gentle and seductive.
Redd was leaning on the bedside, wearing a silk nightgown and playing with a delicate ring in his hand. Hearing this, he nodded. "The sea route... is very good."
Is there anything unusual in the waters near Driftmark recently? For example, the weather, or... rumors of piracy?"
Mysaria understood what he meant and whispered, "The sea breeze in autumn is indeed changeable, and there are occasional sudden storms.
As for pirates... Narrow Sea The 'Three Daughters Kingdom' diagonally across the shore has always been uneasy.
Their fleets sometimes cross the border to plunder. Although they have restrained their efforts in recent years, the Valerian family's merchant fleet has always been a thorn in their side.
In addition, there are always scattered desperadoes in the Stepstones area."
"Storm... pirate..." Redd said thoughtfully, "It sounds like the sea is always full of surprises, isn't it?"
"Yes, Master." Mysaria understood, "Accidents are always unpredictable.
I will further collect detailed charts, tidal patterns, and recent navigation reports of all ships in the relevant sea areas, especially those that may be related to the Valyrian family.
I will also pay attention to whether there are any special trends in the 'Three Daughters Kingdom', or... whether anyone is willing to 'cooperate' to create some trouble."
She knew that what Redd wanted was not a rough assassination, but a seamless "accident".
This requires a large amount of early intelligence support, precise timing, and possible external "assistance."
Redd glanced at her with satisfaction, reached out and patted her cheek. "Very good. Remember, it must be clean and look reasonable."
When necessary, we can use some of our 'relationships' at Braavos or other places, and it doesn't matter if we spend some money.
But we must not leave any clues directly pointing to us, or Rhaenyra.
If possible... create some 'suspect' for Prince Daemon, or some forces that have old grudges against the Valyrian family."
"I understand, Master. To confuse the situation and shift the focus."
Mysaria responded respectfully, with a professional and cold light shining in his eyes.
For her, planning a conspiracy, like organizing intelligence, is a task that requires precise calculation and execution.
"In addition," Redd added, "continue to closely monitor the movements of Daemon, as well as Alicent Hai Tarth and her father Sir Otto.
I want to know their every step of the plan, any actions that may affect the inheritance situation.
Especially Alicent, her pregnancy status, who she came into contact with, and what she said."
"Yes." Mysaria wrote it down, and then asked softly, "Then... where is Princess Rhaenyra?"
Regarding... this matter, do we need to let her know our preparations?"
Redd pondered for a moment and shook his head, "No need for the time being.
Wait for her to make a decision, or... wait for an 'accident' to happen, and then respond based on her reaction.
She is restless now, knowing too much may be bad.
You just need to make sure that the intelligence support she needs is in place and that her personal safety is safe."
"As you command, Master." Mysaria completed the final arrangements and stood up, "If there are no other instructions, I will make arrangements first."
Redd waved her hand, and Mysaria quietly exited the room, just as she came.
The room returned to silence. Redd stood up and walked to the window. The morning light illuminated the jagged roof of King's Landing and the sparkling waves of Blackwater Bay in the distance.
An "accident" against the master of Driftmark is being planned, and within King's Landing, the undercurrent surrounding the succession of the throne will only become more turbulent.
He got dressed and prepared to participate in today's royal hunting event - it would be another occasion to observe the nobles and exert influence.
Rhaenyra may still be hesitating and struggling, but he is no longer waiting.
On the road to power, sometimes someone needs to be in front to clear obstacles in advance, even if the means are not glorious.
No matter how tortuous the process is, Westeros must eventually be brought under his order.
And anyone who stands in the way, whether it is Corlys Velaryon or anyone else, will be mercilessly crushed.
The only difference is whether it is in a relatively "decent" unexpected way or in a Dragonfire way of burning the city.
Mesalia knew that it would be difficult to accomplish the task on her own, so she decided to use external forces to achieve her goals.
After some careful planning and arrangements, she successfully established contact with a mysterious and powerful pirate organization-these pirates were called the "Rihei Group".
They are inextricably linked to the Lys city-state, and are world-famous for their efficient, secretive and professional methods.
More importantly, this group of pirates has always served only those bosses who have money and power but are inconvenient to personally handle certain matters, and they have done a flawless job of maintaining confidentiality;
Because of this, even if the incident comes to light in the future, it is absolutely impossible to implicate Mesalia.
After all, she was simply paying her subordinates, and had no other involvement.
However, things are unpredictable. Although Mesalia has minimized risks as much as possible, sometimes accidents are inevitable...
Just as this operation was about to begin, a shocking fact surfaced: it turns out that the place where the attack was planned happened to be in the Narrow Sea area!
As we all know, Narrow Sea has always been a gathering place for pirates from all walks of life, the most notorious of which is Tormund and his group of fierce and cruel men.
Since he has been active here for a long time, Tormund knows this sea area very well, and will be aware of the slightest disturbance immediately.
Sure enough, when he learned that someone dared to disturb Tai Sui, Tormund was absolutely furious!
What was especially intolerable to him was that the target of the attack was actually his beloved eldest brother Corlys Valyrian!