When he reached the corner, he stopped and did not look back. "Alicent, your choice tonight is very wise.
Remember, on this chessboard of power, there are only two outcomes for the chess pieces - either they are eaten, or... they find a player willing to protect them.
You are lucky to have met me."
In the room behind her, Alicent had woken up and was sitting alone on the bed. The sunlight stretched her shadow very long.
She lowered her head, stroking her belly with one hand, and tightly holding the corner of her clothes with the other hand.
After a long time, she slowly raised her head and looked out the window at the rising sun, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes - reluctance, helplessness, and a hint of... relief?
She didn't know whether her choice last night was right or wrong, but at least she got a promise for herself and her children.
In this world full of dragons and conspiracies, a promise may be the greatest guarantee.
In the early morning Red Keep, the corridor was still filled with moisture from night dew.
Redd had just come out from Alicent's place, his steps were brisk and his mood was acceptable. Although what happened last night was a bit unexpected, overall, he didn't feel that he was at a disadvantage.
Alicent This woman is much more sober and... much more attractive than he imagined.
However, this good mood was instantly compromised after passing through a corridor.
Mysaria was standing not far away, wearing a sky blue dress, her slender waist was tied just right, and her slender legs were straight and well-proportioned in the morning light.
She leaned against the pillar, crossed her arms, and looked straight at him the moment she saw him appear. There was no surprise on her face, only a... look that was half a smile but not a smile.
Redd paused in his steps.
Broken.
When did she come? How long had she been waiting outside? Judging from her expression, it was obvious that she had not just arrived. And--
Redd took a few steps closer, and Mysaria came up to him and saluted. His movements were standard, but his expression was not quite right.
The moment she got closer, Redd realized the problem - there was still Alicent's aura on him.
That kind of smell mixed with incense and women's body fragrance, after a night of lingering, it was so strong that it couldn't be hidden at all.
Mysaria's nose twitched slightly, and the expression on his face darkened visibly.
She took a half step back and looked at him again. Her eyes moved from his face to his body, and then from his body back to his face. Although the change in expression was not exaggerated,
But it's obvious enough - dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction, and a kind of resentment of "Master, you are so awesome".
Redd smiled bitterly in his heart.
This is the trouble with too many women.
If one is not taken care of, various thoughts will arise.
Although Mysaria is nominally his Master of Whisperers and a subordinate, the relationship between the two has long gone beyond that of an ordinary master and servant.
She has been by his side for all these years, loyal and loyal, and even more... intimate in private.
Now that he has stayed away all night, he still smells like another woman. It would be strange if she didn't react at all.
"Master... you worked hard last night." Mysaria spoke with a calm voice, but the words "Thank you for your hard work" had a strange yin and yang air to them.
Redd said nothing, just took a step forward.
Mysaria subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he grabbed his wrist.
The next second, the whole person was pulled into his arms.
"You--" Mysaria struggled for a moment, blushing on his cheeks, but he couldn't break free.
She raised her head and stared at him. Her usually shrewd and calm eyes were full of grievances and dissatisfaction at the moment, "The master didn't return to the room last night. Mysaria was worried all night and came out early in the morning to wait.
It turns out that the owner is so good that he still smells like someone else..."
As she spoke, her voice lowered, not because of fear, but because Redd's hand had been dishonestly placed in a place it shouldn't have been.
"Are you jealous?" Redd looked down at her with a playful smile on his lips.
Mysaria turned his head away, not looking at him, but the tips of his ears were red.
Her slender waist was tightly held by his arms, and she could feel the warmth of his palms seeping into her skin through the thin material of her clothes, making her body go limp.
"Mysaria dare not." She muttered softly, "It's just... Master is in need, why doesn't he come to Mysaria?"
Could it be... could it be that Mysaria is not serving you well?"
This was said with full jealousy, full of grievance, and a hint of teasing.
Redd looked at her, and the desire in his heart that had subsided slightly due to a night of indulgence was aroused again.
Although Mysaria's body is not as thrillingly plump as Alicent's,
But her slender waist and straight and slender legs that can be held in one hand, coupled with her shrewd and somewhat charming face, have a unique style of their own.
More importantly, her jealous look at the moment made him want to... bully her for no reason.
His hand gently rubbed her waist and slowly slid downwards. The extremely slender waist was in sharp contrast with the sudden bulging curve below, and the touch was amazing.
Mysaria trembled, biting his lip, but did not avoid it, but the blush on his face deepened.
"Master..." Her voice was a little trembling, but she still managed to maintain her rationality, "If you are still outside... if someone sees you..."
Redd lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Then let's go into the house?"
Mysaria's face turned completely red. She buried her head in his arms and nodded lightly.
Redd smiled, put one hand around her slender waist, and hugged her whole body.
Mysaria breathed softly and subconsciously hugged his neck.
Redd pushed open the ajar door next to her with her other hand - that was Mysaria's temporary residence in Red Keep. She came out early in the morning to wait for him, and she didn't even have time to lock the door.
The door closed behind him, blocking out any possible eyes in the corridor.
Inside the house, the morning light shines through the gauze curtains, casting soft light and shadow on the floor.
Redd placed Mysaria beside the bed, and she looked up at him. In her usually sharp and sharp eyes, there was only a blur of water at this moment.
"Master..." She stretched out her hand and gently pulled his shirt, "From now on... if you need it in the future, you have to go to Mysaria first... okay?"
The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but it carried a softness that was irresistible.
Redd leaned over and kissed her lips.
After a long time, Mysaria curled up in his arms, her long hair spread messily on the pillow, and the flush on her face had not faded.
She closed her eyes, her breathing was still a little rapid, but a satisfied smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
Redd's fingers gently slid on her smooth back, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
"Are you still jealous?" he asked in a low voice.
Mysaria opened his eyes and looked at him. The grievance in those eyes had disappeared, leaving only contented laziness and a hint of cunning:
"Master now only smells like Mysaria."