At this moment, on the other side of Red Keep, Rhaenyra is recuperating in his residence.
When Mysaria told her the news softly, her face turned slightly pale, and then she regained her composure.
"Got it." She only said these two words, and then continued to look down at the two children in her arms - Jaehaerys and Visenya.
She was already prepared.
From the day her father married Alicent, she knew this day would come.
From the moment her father publicly confirmed her identity as crown prince, she knew this was just the beginning, not the end.
Now, the real test comes.
She raised her head and looked out the window. In the distance, in the direction of Dragonpit, the golden figure of King Ghidorah was faintly visible.
What will Redd do?
What will she do?
Everything is still unknown.
When Redd received the news, he was walking near Dragonpit - actually he was going to see King Ghidorah and inspect the situation inside Dragonpit underground at Red Keep.
Mysaria rushed over and whispered in his ear the news that Alicent had given birth.
"Aegon." Redd repeated the name, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Viserys is quite brave to name it."
Mysaria looked at him with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Master, will the birth of this child... affect Princess Rhaenyra's status?"
"Influence?" Redd chuckled and continued walking forward, "If Viserys dares to regret it, I can show him what a real 'Dance of the Dragons' is."
His tone was very calm, as if he was saying that the weather is nice today. But Mysaria had been following him for so long, so he could naturally hear the murderous intention hidden under the calmness.
"Then let's..." she asked tentatively.
"No hurry." Redd waved his hand, "Let's see Viserys's attitude first.
If he understands and continues to let Rhaenyra be her crown prince, then I don't mind sending a congratulatory gift - after all, Alicent has been working very hard during this period."
When he said this, there was a hint of playfulness in his tone. When Mysaria heard this, a complicated expression flashed across his face - a mixture of amusement, helplessness, and a hint of relief.
She knows what Redd is talking about.
During this period, although Alicent was pregnant, she often ran to Redd.
On the surface it was "discussing state affairs", but Mysaria knew what they actually did without having to guess.
After all, every time she went to deliver information to Redd, she could smell the vague smell in the room.
Redd does not shy away from her, and sometimes even pulls her along...
Mysaria's face turned slightly red and he quickly dismissed those images from his mind.
"Master, you are not afraid..." she said carefully, "What happened to Alicent? After all, she is the queen now and has given birth to a prince. What if..."
"What if she turns her back on you?" Redd took the words and smiled even deeper, "She doesn't dare."
He stopped and looked back at Mysaria, his golden eyes shining with determination. "She knows better than anyone else who's hands hold her and her son's lives now.
Viserys How long can that old guy live? By then, I will be the only one who can save her and her son."
Mysaria thought about it and had to admit that what Redd said made sense.
Alicent is not a fool. Her father Otto was expelled, she was isolated and helpless in Red Keep, and Viserys was aging day by day.
In this case, her only supporter is indeed Redd - the man with whom she has a personal relationship, an agreement, and absolute power.
"Then... where is Princess Rhaenyra?" Mysaria asked again.
Redd was silent for a moment.
Rhaenyra.
This is the crux of the matter.
He helped Rhaenyra take the position of crown prince, but this is just the beginning. If she can't even keep her current position, and he still needs to intervene by force in the end, then...
Redd's eyes became dark.
He once proposed seizing power directly by force, but Rhaenyra has been hesitant and unwilling to "eat his father."
That is her bottom line and her final struggle as a daughter.
He respected her, so he gave her time and opportunity.
But now, the situation has become more complicated.
The birth of Aegon means that Iron Throne of Westeros has another potential contender for inheritance rights.
Those conservative nobles who are already ready to make a move will definitely continue to put pressure on Viserys in the name of this child.
And how long can Viserys withstand his indecisive character?
"Keep staring." Redd finally said these three words, "If there is any movement, tell me as soon as possible."
Mysaria nodded yes.
Redd continued to walk forward, looking in the direction of King's Landing in the distance.
The outline of Red Keep is looming in the sun. There are his wife, his children, his lover, and... his opponent.
Dance of the Dragons?
If you really want to dance, then dance.
He doesn't mind letting the world see what the real Dragon King is.
But before that, he doesn't mind sending a congratulatory gift first - after all, Aegon is Alicent's son anyway, and Alicent's "performance" during this period is indeed worthy of a reward.
As for the future...
Redd A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
We'll see.
Mysaria's footsteps seemed particularly hurried in the corridor of Maegor's Holdfast.
She had just returned from Dragonpit, and the cold and damp breath seemed to still stick to her skin, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
She didn't like to stay in that kind of place - not because she was afraid of the dragon itself, but because of the instinctive feeling of insignificance that arose when faced with a giant creature, which would make her heart beat faster every time.
The air on the ground is better.
She took a deep breath, quickened her pace, and walked towards Rhaenyra's dormitory.
Rhaenyra was weak after giving birth and needed someone to take care of her. During the time she was away, she was always thinking about her.
The corridor was quiet, only her footsteps echoed.
As she approached the door of the dormitory, she suddenly stopped.
Someone was talking in the house.
It's a male voice.
Mysaria's pupils shrank slightly. She held her breath, quietly approached, and listened.
"... You clearly know what I mean!" The man's voice was suppressed and excited, with an almost paranoid fervor.
"Ever since the Harrenhal martial arts tournament, I have been... I have only been looking at you! Rhaenyra, how could you..."
Rhaenyra's voice sounded, cold and restrained. "Sir Cole, please respect yourself.
I am the crown prince, the wife of Redd, and the mother of two children. What you said is meaningless."
"No!" Cole's voice became even more excited, "It makes sense! To me, you are everything!"
That Oriental, why should he? He is just an outsider. He deceived you with his sweet words and tied you to his side with power! He is not worthy at all..."