One of them is Redd's wife, and the other is just Redd's mistress.
Living under the same roof, although they maintained a harmonious relationship on the surface, what they were thinking on the inside could be seen from the occasional sarcasm in their conversations.
When Mysaria mentioned the affairs of a certain City-States, he said casually, "I used to be in charge of these things, but now I have a new person who handles them well."
Rhaenyra added, "Newcomers always have fresh energy. It takes time to know whether they can be stable."
Mysaria smiled and did not answer. She just picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The arc of her smile was just right, making it difficult to tell whether she was agreeing or mocking.
Rhaenyra said nothing more, turned his attention to Jaehaerys, and asked him if he could understand the content in the book.
Jaehaerys raised his head, still chewing bread in his mouth, and said vaguely "I can understand", then lowered his head and continued reading.
It is an impossible scene for the main wife and the mistress to live in harmony.
Even if two people have slept in the same bed and even helped each other in bed, they still can't completely get along.
That kind of brief physical cooperation and the continuous friction in real life are two different things.
While in bed, their eyes are focused on Redd, and their interaction with each other is functional, passive, and coordinated by Redd's presence.
And during the day, in restaurants, in hallways, in conversations about government and children, they were two women vying for position in the same power structure.
This kind of competition will not disappear because of sharing the same bed for a night, but will only become more complicated because of the intimacy of that night.
Redd knew this very well, but he had no intention of mediating.
He doesn't need them to be friends, he just needs them to maintain basic order under his eyes.
As long as they don't cause their conflicts to affect the matters he arranges, he doesn't care how they fight with each other.
After dinner, Redd returned to the bedroom with his arms around their waists.
With no outsiders present, there were only three people left in the room. Redd's behavior became even bolder.
On the way back to the bedroom, Redd's hands were just caressing their waists and buttocks, but now their hands were directly inserted into the lapels of their clothes.
His left hand reached into Rhaenyra's clothes, his palm moved upward against the warm skin of her waist, and his fingertips touched the arc of the lower edge of her ribs.
His right hand reached into Mysaria's clothes, and his fingers slowly slid along both sides of the spine on her back, feeling the ripples of the muscles and the temperature of the skin under the layer of fabric.
Originally, the two of them still had something to say to Redd. Mysaria opened her mouth, as if she wanted to mention going to Driftmark tomorrow. Rhaenyra was also ready to say something, but Redd didn't give them a chance to continue talking and put them on the bed.
Let's talk about everything tomorrow. After all, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, but now ten thousand pieces of gold won't be sold.
Early the next morning, Redd was shaken awake in a daze.
Mysaria's hand pushed lightly on his shoulder a few times, and her voice rang in his ear, with the low and gentle tone unique to the early morning. "Your Highness, it's time to get up.
Today I am going to Driftmark to attend the funeral of Laena."
Redd was lazy and a little reluctant, but still got up.
After all, today's itinerary had been decided a long time ago. Even though Laena's body had been burned to ashes by Dragonfire and the funeral was just a formality, he still decided to go.
In his opinion, attending the funeral was just incidental. What he really cared about was why Rhaenys specially invited him alone. He was even worried and worried that he would not go, and even asked Rhaenyra to take him with him.
Rhaenys is a person who has experienced too many things in the power field. She will not do anything without a reason.
There was some purpose behind every invitation, arrangement, and word she made. He needed to find out that purpose himself.
The distance between the two islands Dragonstone and Driftmark is neither close nor far.
It doesn't take long to take a big boat, most of a day is enough.
So we still had to have breakfast. When Redd sat down in the restaurant, the two children had already been brought to the table by the maid.
Jaehaerys was still holding the book Blood and Fire Magic in his hand. Visenya's book was temporarily taken away by the maid because she almost spilled soup on it yesterday.
Redd thought that his son and daughter had not left Dragonstone for a long time since King's Landing came to Dragonstone, so he simply brought the two little guys with him.
He asked the maid to inform the captain to prepare two more cabins, and also asked the guards to send extra people to take care of the children.
Jaehaerys's eyes lit up when he heard that he was going to go out on a boat. Visenya jumped up from the chair and was pushed back by the maid next to him to continue eating breakfast.
Perhaps it was because they hadn't left Dragonstone for a long time, but the two little guys were running around very excitedly on the big boat.
Jaehaerys ran to the bow of the ship to see the waves split by the bow. He leaned on the railing and looked down, but was quickly pulled back by the sailor next to him.
Visenya ran to the stern of the boat to look at the fishing lines trailing behind the boat, and squatted on the deck staring at the water for a long time.
I have to admit that children have a lot of energy, and at an age where they are very curious, they want to touch and see everything.
They ran to the side of the ship to touch the coiled cables, ran to the kitchen door to watch the chef cutting vegetables, ran to the lookout tower to look up at the sailors above, and ran to the cabin to count the barrels stacked on the shelves.
However, there are dedicated maids and guards to take care of it, so there is no need for Redd to guard it all the time.
Redd stood on the bow of the ship, holding the side of the ship with one hand and holding Mysaria's waist with the other, looking at the sea ahead.
The sea breeze blew from the side, blowing Mysaria's hair back. She leaned on Redd's shoulder and put one hand on his arm, her posture relaxed and comfortable.
The two occasionally whispered a few words, and most of the time they just looked quietly at the sea ahead and the outline of the island in the distance.
So Redd was quite relaxed. He had a lot of free time to hold Mysaria in the bow of the ship and watch the scenery.
Rhaenyra was itching to see it, but there was nothing she could do. Her marriage to Redd was entirely based on political considerations.
There was no emotional foundation before marriage, and their personalities were not compatible after marriage.
Both of them have strong personalities, and Redd is the one who never accepts weakness or suffers losses.
And he doesn't reject beautiful women. Rejection can only be because the other person doesn't like his aesthetics.
Basically everyone knows that Mysaria is Redd's mistress, because Redd has no intention of hiding it and is not afraid of others knowing.
On many occasions, he held her openly and openly, and even carried her with him often.
And she also handed over the management of the intelligence network and Dragonstone.
Who in Seven Kingdoms dares not to give me some face and who dares to say anything.
King Viserys and Rhaenyra's biological father did not dare to speak a word to reprimand him. Who dared to speak a word?