King Ghidorah's body was already lying on the outer wall of the parliament hall.
It was already very cautious, with its three heads pressed extremely low and its wings folded close to the sides of its body, trying not to let its weight cause unnecessary damage to the building structure.
But when a weight of three hundred tons falls on the wall of a castle designed for human use, no matter how tightly the masonry and mortar are stuck together, it can only break from the center to the surroundings like a shortbread dropped by a heavy hammer in the center.
The window frame was deformed during the extrusion, the glass was detached and shattered, and the stone wall was shattered radially outward from the area where King Ghidorah's body came into contact, and was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.
Its three heads poked into the gap in the conference hall from different directions. Its golden eyes scanned everyone present in the dim room, and then landed on Redd, as if to confirm whether he was okay.
No one dared to speak.
Viserys was supported by two Kingsguards so that he did not fall back into the chair that had fallen to the ground. However, his hands were still shaking and his lips were trembling. The three heads of King Ghidorah stuck in the wall holes were reflected in his pupils. The huge golden eyes almost occupied one-third of the entire wall, like three active volcanoes pushing in from another world.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a hoarse, wordless sound came out of his throat that seemed to be choked by something.
Rhaenyra was the first to recover from the panic. She stood firm on the edge of the table, looked up at King Ghidorah, and then at Redd. Her voice was calm with a suppressed vibrato, like a person trying her best to maintain her last stretched string. "Redd, hurry up and stop it."
Redd glanced at her and did not respond. But he raised his hand and pressed lightly in the direction of King Ghidorah. The three heads retreated slightly by half an inch at the same time. The head on the front, which had already extended into most of the window, scraped off the last few loose bricks on the edge of the window hole when it retreated. The broken bricks fell on the ground with a dull rolling sound.
King Ghidorah did not continue to press forward against the wall, but it did not leave either. Its head just stopped at the edge of the broken window. Three pairs of golden eyes scanned the hall in different directions. It breathed heavily, leaving bursts of warm air in the air.
Viserys's lips finally closed.
He took a sharp breath, as if someone had pulled him out of deep water, and his chest heaved violently. When he said those soft words, his voice was much lower than before, with an almost unsuppressable trembling at the end. "What do you want?"
Redd walked to the top of the long conference table. There was a fallen chair and two sword blades that Kingsguard had not withdrawn between him and Viserys.
His posture had recovered from the tension of preparing to swing his sword. He stood there like a man who had pushed all the cards on the table and was waiting for the dealer to count them.
Every word he spoke was more serious than before, "Everything you promised me must be fulfilled today."
Viserys's heart seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand when he heard these words.
He knew in his heart what Redd wanted, and he also knew that once he promised those words, his authority as a king would be shattered from its roots into a pile of irreparable fragments.
He has been balancing, compromising, and maintaining a shaky harmony all his life. He has become accustomed to making concessions in exchange for short-term peace, but this concession has exceeded the sum of all the concessions he has ever made.
He stood upright holding on to the edge of the table. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging from the exertion, like several twisted tree roots buried under his skin.
He hesitated. But the head in the middle of King Ghidorah poked forward at the right time, knocking off the last loose stone brick on the edge of the window hole.
The muffled sound of the brick hitting the carpet when it fell was not violent, but it was enough to make Viserys's newly regained composure slip away again.
"Rhaenyra·Targaryen," his voice had a dry feeling like sand rubbing against the edge of a wooden board, "I am the only and legitimate first-in-line successor to Iron Throne."
Confer Jaehaerys·Miraxis as Prince Dragonstone and second heir to Iron Throne. In addition, all princes and princesses have no legitimate status and are not eligible to stand for election."
Viserys closed his eyes for a moment, as if he couldn't bear to see the words he said spread out in the air, then opened them again and looked at Redd: "Are you satisfied with this?"
Redd did not nod or express his position. His eyes still fell on Viserys's face, as if waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"The Blackwater Bay sea area is open to the Dragon King fleet." He added, "The Driftmark fleet must not be blocked."
His voice was hoarse than before, as if he had too many words to say and his throat was almost exhausted of its last strength.
His eyes glanced at Master of Ships Tyland·Lannister. At this moment, a slight depression appeared on his usually calm face, as if he was biting an idea on his cheek that he didn't want to be seen.
Then he turned his head and looked directly at Redd: "I promise you."
Redd put the sword back on the table with a light movement. When the sword blade made contact with the oak tabletop, it made a steady, reassuring and unsettling sound. Then he said, "Remember what you said today. If you regret it, don't blame me, let the war sweep through every inch of Seven Kingdoms's land."
When the end of those words fell, everyone present fell silent. No one refuted, no one questioned, and no one even looked up to see Viserys's face at this moment.
Redd put the sword back into its sheath with a clean and neat movement, then raised his eyes and scanned everyone present, and finally landed on Viserys's face.
His tone became lighter after that sentence, but that lightness contained something even more unbearable than the harsh words just now. "You should abdicate as soon as possible. Otherwise, you won't be so dignified next time."
After he said those words, he turned and walked towards the door. His boots stepped on the marble floor, stepping on the broken masonry and scattered mortar, and stepping on the fragments of the window frame that had been squeezed crooked by King Ghidorah. He walked calmly and steadily step by step.
The three heads of King Ghidorah slowly exited from the window. The huge body brought down several pieces of gravel from the outer wall as they retreated. Those stones hit the courtyard and made a dull sound, like a row of bells being rung.
Then it spread its wings, and its wingtips brushed against the remaining windows on the outer wall of the conference hall, creating a wide shadow in the afternoon sunlight.
The conference hall was still as quiet as if a layer of snow had fallen.