She turned around slowly and her eyes fell on the two figures at the door - it was Mesalia and another person.
When he looked at them, Rhaenyra immediately understood that what he was worried about had happened: this matter could not be hidden after all.
At this time, Mesalia seemed a little embarrassed.
She lowered her head, as if she did not dare to look Rhaenyra in the eyes, and there was a faint blush on her face. Obviously, she felt very embarrassed and ashamed about the situation in front of her.
In Rhaenyra's bedroom, the candlelight flickered, projecting her figure on the wall, making her look lonely and fragile.
The moment the door was pushed open, she didn't have to look back.
The footsteps were so familiar that she didn't even need to look to know who was coming.
Redd.
And...Mysaria.
Rhaenyra Close your eyes and take a deep breath.
Mysaria finally said it - this was expected, she would have said it if it were her.
After all, Mysaria is Redd's person first, and her friend and maid second.
But understanding is understanding. When Mysaria's guilty eyes came over, Rhaenyra's heart still stung slightly.
She did not choose to escape, but faced Redd.
Redd stood at the door with no expression on his face.
Behind him, Mysaria lowered his head, wishing he could shrink himself into a crack in the ground.
"You all get out." Redd said, his tone so calm that no emotion could be heard.
This was said to several maids taking care of babies in the house.
Several maids looked at each other, then quickly bowed and left. When they passed Mysaria, they didn't even dare to look at her.
The door closes behind you.
There were only Redd, Rhaenyra, and Mysaria standing by the door at a loss.
Redd walked to the window, turned his back to them, and looked out the window at the darkening sky.
He didn't speak, just stood there quietly.
The air seemed to freeze.
Rhaenyra looked at his generous back, with complex emotions surging in his heart. There was guilt, fear, and a little... relief?
She hated this feeling of being on tenterhooks, hated hiding it, hated lying to Redd. Now that everything was out in the sun, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Redd." She spoke, her voice a little dry.
Redd did not look back, but said lightly, "I'm listening."
Rhaenyra took a deep breath and began to tell.
Starting from the Harrenhal martial arts tournament, she saw Gram Lys ton·Cole for the first time.
At that time, he was just a fledgling knight who showed his talents in the tournament and won her attention.
Later, she transferred him to Kingsguard and made him her bodyguard.
In those years, he was indeed loyal, reliable, and... very good to her.
"I know he has thoughts about me." Rhaenyra's voice was very calm, as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him, "I've known it since a long time ago.
But I never responded, never gave him any hope.
I thought... as long as I pretended not to know, sooner or later he would understand and give up."
She paused and smiled bitterly, "I was wrong."
Redd still hasn't looked back.
Rhaenyra continued, "What happened today... he came to me and said he had something to say.
I thought it was something serious, so I let him in.
As a result, he suddenly... suddenly said those words.
He said that he has loved me since Harrenhal, that you are not worthy of me, that I will not be happy by your side..."
She closed her eyes and her voice trembled slightly. "I rejected him.
I told him that I was your wife and the mother of three children, and made him give up.
But he... he refused to leave, kept talking, kept talking... He didn't stop until the footsteps of Mysaria came."
"Then what?" Redd asked.
"Then he found out that Mysaria had heard it and drew his sword to kill her." Rhaenyra opened his eyes and looked directly at Redd's back, "I stopped him.
I said, if she dies, I will call someone immediately and tell him to assassinate me. He... he left."
Silence.
A long silence.
Rhaenyra looked at Redd's back that never turned around, feeling increasingly uneasy in his heart.
She would rather him be angry, rather he would be angry, rather he would look at her with that cold look in his eyes like he did with other enemies.
But he just turned his back to her and said nothing, which made her at a loss.
"Redd..." she called softly.
Redd finally turned around.
There was still no expression on his face, but in those purple-gold eyes, there was a light that Rhaenyra couldn't understand.
Not anger, not jealousy, but something more complex and deeper.
"Do you know what my first thought was after listening to Mysaria's report?" he asked.
Rhaenyra shook his head.
Redd walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly. "I'm thinking, why don't you just call someone?"
Why didn't you call someone to drag him away the first time he said those crazy things?"
Rhaenyra's face turned slightly pale.
"I..." She opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to explain.
"Is it because you still have feelings for him?" Redd continued to ask, his tone still calm, "Or is it because you think that as long as you don't make it public, this matter will pass quietly without hurting anyone?"
Rhaenyra lowered his head and said nothing.
Redd stretched out his hand, lifted her chin, and forced her to look at him.
"Rhaenyra," he said word by word, "You are my wife. You are the mother of my child."
If someone dares to have evil thoughts about you, and dares to say that I am not worthy in front of you - that person must die."
Rhaenyra's heart trembled suddenly.
"But..." she tried to say.
"No buts." Redd interrupted her, "You want to protect him, I understand.
After all, he has been loyal to you for so many years, after all, he has gone through life and death for you.
But Rhaenyra, loyalty is not love. His loyalty to you has deteriorated.
The person standing in front of you now is not Kingsguard gram Lys ton·Cole, but a madman who covets you, my wife, and the crown prince."
He let go of his hand and took a step back.
"I'll give you a choice." He said, "Either, you handle this matter yourself. Let him leave King's Landing and never appear in front of you again. Or..."
He didn't finish speaking, but Rhaenyra understood the unfinished meaning.
Or, he will deal with it. And his way of dealing with it has always been just one word - death.
Rhaenyra closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks.
She didn't know what to do.
Cole is indeed wrong, very wrong.
But after all... after all, he was once her shield, her sword, and her most trusted guard. She didn't want to see him die.
But she doesn't want to lose Redd.
"Redd..." She opened her eyes and looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Give me some time.
Let me... let me go and talk to him. Let him go. I promise, he will never appear in front of us again."