Redd looked at her, was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.
"Three days." He said, "Within three days, I want to see him leave King's Landing. Otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door.
When passing by Mysaria, he stopped and glanced at her.
There was no blame in that look, only an inexplicable... appreciation?
"Wait for me tonight." He only said these three words, then opened the door and left.
Only two people, Rhaenyra and Mysaria, were left in the house.
Rhaenyra fell to the bedside, covering his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly. Mysaria stood there, looking at her, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"Princess..." she called softly.
Rhaenyra raised his head, with tears on his face, but tried hard to squeeze out a smile, "It's okay. You... you did the right thing. If it were me, I would have said the same thing."
Mysaria walked to her side and gently held her hand.
Neither of the two women spoke anymore.
White Sword Tower looks like a sharp sword piercing the sky in the moonlight.
This four-story slender building is located in the northeast corner of Red Keep, overlooking the sparkling waves of Blackwater Bay.
It is the residence of Kingsguard, the resting place of Seven Kingdoms's most elite knights, and a holy place that countless people dream of but can never step into.
At this moment, it was almost deathly quiet in the tower.
In a bedroom on the second floor, Ke Lys ton·Cole was sitting by the window, looking at the dark sea in the distance.
His sword was lying across his knees, but he didn't wipe it. He just looked at it quietly, his eyes empty and blank.
What is he thinking?
Thinking about what happened this afternoon? Thinking about Rhaenyra's cold eyes?
Do you think that Dongfang Dragon King might already know everything? Or do you think about where your future will go from this moment on?
He doesn't know.
He only knew that he had been protecting her for five years starting from the Harrenhal martial arts competition.
In the past five years, he has blocked swords for her, killed enemies for her, violated principles for her, and done everything he could for her.
But she never looked at him.
No, she has seen it. In those years, she was the princess and he was the guard. She smiled at him, praised him, and trusted him.
But that's not love. It's just the kindness of a master to his loyal servant.
He thought time could change everything.
He was wrong.
Now, she has a husband, a child, and the status of crown prince.
And he is still just a guard, a guard who always stands behind her and can only look at her back.
He didn't even know why he said those words today.
Maybe he had been suppressed for too long, maybe the Oriental's casual attitude irritated him, or maybe... he was just making one last struggle in despair.
As a result, he lost.
Total loss.
Cole closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew that from today on, everything would be different.
Rhaenyra will never trust him again, and that Oriental will never let him go. He must either leave or die.
Leave?
Where can he go? His home is in Dorne, the place he has hated since he was a child.
His honor lies in King's Landing, the place he has guarded for ten years.
His heart... is in Rhaenyra, a place that can never belong to him.
Just then--
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, the door was kicked open, and the door panel hit the wall hard, making a deafening roar.
Cole stood up suddenly, with the sword in his hand. But when he saw the person at the door clearly, the sword in his hand did not stab him.
Redd·Miraxis stood at the door.
Behind him was an empty corridor. There were no guards, no entourage, just him.
But his existence itself is more frightening than an army.
Those purple-gold eyes shone with cold light under the candlelight, locking directly on Cole.
"K Lys ton·Cole." Redd spoke, his tone as calm as calling a stranger, "You are quite leisurely."
Cole held the sword in his hand tightly, but did not take action rashly.
He knew the strength of the man in front of him.
The Wall's record of facing Wildlings's army alone, King Ghidorah's world-destroying power, and the legend that he himself has the power to be as powerful as a dragon - if any of the rumors are true, he has no chance of winning.
"Sir Redd." Cole forced himself to stay calm, "Why are you here unexpectedly?"
Redd walked into the room, his eyes swept across the interior furnishings, and finally landed on Cole.
He looked up and down at this Kingsguard - tall, handsome, dressed in white robes, indeed somewhat knightly.
"I'm here to handle some personal matters." Redd said, his tone still calm, "About you and my wife."
Cole's heart suddenly sank.
He got it.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Cole said bravely, "I only have the loyalty of a courtier to Her Royal Highness the Princess..."
"Shut up."
Redd interrupted him. Those two words were spoken very softly, but they carried a power that was irresistible. Cole opened his mouth, but he really couldn't say anything.
Redd walked up to him, and the distance between them was only an arm's length. He was shorter than Cole, but at this moment, Cole felt like she was looking up to him.
"You first met her at the Harrenhal tournament."
Redd spoke slowly, his voice as calm as if he was telling a story, "Later, she transferred you to Kingsguard and asked you to be her personal bodyguard."
For five years, you have been loyal to her, through life and death.
Then this afternoon, you ran to her dormitory and told her that you loved her, that I didn't deserve it, and that you were the one who really meant it."
Every time he said something, Cole's face turned pale.
"I... I just..."
"I said, shut up."
Redd raised his hand. The movement was very slow, so slow that Cole could clearly see every detail. But for some reason, he just couldn't avoid it.
The hand gently fell on Cole's shoulder and patted it, as if comforting an old friend.
Then, Redd smiled.
The smile was very light, but it made Cole feel chills down his back.
"Do you know why I didn't kill you directly?" Redd asked.
Cole shook his head.
Redd retracted his hand and took a step back, as if appreciating a piece of art that was about to be destroyed. "Because I think it would be too easy for you to die.
You have missed my wife for five years, then I will let you use the remaining decades to remember this lesson."
As soon as he finished speaking, Redd started to move.
A sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed it down.
Fast.
It's so fast that Cole can't see clearly at all.
His shoulders were firmly grasped, unable to move or dodge.
He only felt a sharp pain in his lower body. The pain was a hundred times more severe than any sword injury. It was so severe that he couldn't even scream even if he wanted to.
I could only bend down, kneel on the ground, and cover a certain part with my hands that could no longer feel anything.
Blood seeped out from between the fingers and dripped onto the floor.