Redd laughed and pinched her face, "Little fox."
Mysaria arched into his arms and said in a muffled voice, "Mysaria just... don't want to be forgotten by the master."
This was said simply, but it made Redd feel a little soft in his heart.
He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of her hair. "Don't worry, I won't forget it."
The sound of the door being pushed open was particularly clear in the room that had just become quiet.
Rhaenyra stood at the door, holding the door frame with one hand and supporting his bulging abdomen with the other.
Her eyes swept across the bed - Mysaria was curled up under the sheets, her long hair was messy, her bare shoulders were covered with marks, and the flush on her face had not faded - and then fell on Redd who was getting dressed.
The air seemed to freeze.
Mysaria's face instantly turned pale. She subconsciously grabbed the sheets to cover herself. Her lips moved, but she couldn't make any sound.
Redd's movement was just a slight pause, and then he continued to tie his belt as if nothing had happened.
He looked up at Rhaenyra. There was no panic or guilt on his face, he just met her gaze lightly.
"Morning." He said, his tone as calm as if he was saying that the weather is nice today.
Rhaenyra's eyes were as cold as ice. She walked into the room slowly, with the door behind her open, as if she was ready to let more people see this scene at any time.
She walked to the bed and looked down at Mysaria, who lowered his head and did not dare to look at her.
"Mysaria," Rhaenyra's voice was not high-pitched, but it had a heart-stopping coldness, "You go out first."
Mysaria raised his head and glanced at Redd. Redd nodded slightly.
She immediately lifted the sheet, hurriedly picked up the clothes on the floor, threw them around her body, and rushed out of the room almost as if she was running away.
When passing by Rhaenyra, she could feel the anger that was almost solidified, making her legs so weak that she almost fell.
The door closed behind her.
There were only two people left in the room, Redd and Rhaenyra.
Rhaenyra turned around and faced Redd.
Her hands were hanging by her sides, not on her hips or making fists, she just stood there quietly.
But it is this calmness that makes the atmosphere even more depressing.
"Where did you go last night?" she asked.
Redd has put on his clothes and is adjusting his cuffs.
Hearing this question, he paused in his hand movements, then raised his head, with a well-placed, somewhat helpless smile on his face.
"I read the information in the study all night." He said, his tone was natural and flawless, "Mysaria sent new news about the alliance between Daemon and Three Daughters.
It's already dawn after I finished reading, so I took a rest here."
As he spoke, he walked towards Rhaenyra and reached out to hold her waist.
Rhaenyra took a step back and avoided his hand.
"Looking at the intelligence?" The corners of her mouth twitched into a sarcastic arc, "See that you need to take off your clothes? See that you need to...'rest' on the Mysaria bed?"
Redd took back his hand, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but with a hint of helplessness. "Rhaenyra, as you know, there are too many things and great pressure during this period. Mysaria She..."
"What's wrong with her?" Rhaenyra interrupted him, "Did she take the initiative to seduce you? Or were you unable to help yourself and used her as a tool to vent your anger?"
Redd didn't answer, just looked at her with a hint of pleading and weakness in his eyes.
He knew that the more he defended himself at this time, the more angry Rhaenyra would be. It was better to let her vent it out and then calm her down slowly.
Rhaenyra Looking at his appearance, the anger in his chest burned even more intensely.
Of course she knew who Redd was - from the first day they were together, she knew that this man would not belong to her alone.
Rhea·Royce, Jenny·Arryn, Mysaria... She has known about the existence of these people for a long time, and she has learned to turn a blind eye a long time ago.
But she knew that seeing her husband lying on the bed with another woman still felt like a knife piercing her heart.
"Redd," she took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady, "I am pregnant with your child with such a big belly. Do you know how uncomfortable I feel every night?
Do you know how much I wanted you to be by my side? But what about you? You ran away to find another woman?"
Redd took a step forward, and this time he didn't give her a chance to escape, and directly pulled her into his arms. Rhaenyra struggled for a while, but was hugged tighter by him.
"I'm sorry." He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "It's my fault. I won't do it again."
Rhaenyra's body stiffened slightly, then softened.
She leaned in his arms, holding the skirt of his clothes with one hand, and said with a hint of sob in her voice, "You say that every time..."
Redd didn't speak, just patted her back gently, as if comforting a cat with fried hair.
After a while, Rhaenyra's mood gradually calmed down.
She withdrew from his arms, wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and her expression returned to its usual calmness.
"Forget it." She said, her tone as calm as if nothing happened just now, "I can't control you anyway.
As long as you don't go too far, don't let the whole King's Landing know about it, don't let father get the handle, I'll just pretend... I didn't see it."
Redd looked at her, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.
Rhaenyra's generosity and forbearance sometimes made him feel more guilty than her anger.
But guilt is guilt, and he knows he can't change it. This is his nature and his choice.
"Okay." He responded.
Rhaenyra nodded and did not dwell on the topic anymore. She held her waist, walked to the chair by the window and sat down, looking up at him.
"Let's get down to business." She said, "When are you going to deal with the matter of Dorne and Daemon?"
Redd walked to her and sat down on the chair opposite her.
The topic changed so suddenly, but he knew that this was Rhaenyra giving him a step down and reminding him - don't forget what you promised my father.
"Within one year." He said, "This is my promise to Viserys."
Rhaenyra frowned. "One year? Don't you think it's too long? The longer Daemon has a foothold in Stepstones, the harder it will be to deal with it. And Dorne's side..."
"I know." Redd interrupted her, "But there's no rush."
He leaned forward, folded his hands on his knees, and began to analyze carefully:
"Daemon is not a fool. He chose Stepstones to become his own king because it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is close to the sphere of influence of the Three Daughters alliance.
If we attack rashly, he can retreat to the territory of the Three Daughters alliance and use their power to deal with us.
At that time, we will not only face one Daemon, but the entire fleet of the Three Daughters alliance."