While he was thinking, he continued to ask Rhaenys about the customs, customs and political situation of Seven Kingdoms.
Completely immersed in the exploration of this strange world, unaware of the upcoming dangers.
Lan Naer followed the two quietly, occasionally looking up at them with a curious light shining in her eyes.
Redd feels that he has a good grasp of the internal situation of House Targaryen, especially the potential conflicts regarding the inheritance of Iron Throne.
His previous seemingly random attempts were like pebbles thrown into a calm lake. Although they did not stir up huge waves, they did create some tiny ripples.
Rhaenys behaved quite appropriately, always maintaining the elegance and restraint that a royal member should have, and did not show any dissatisfaction with the status quo in front of him.
But Redd keenly captured that she was twice excluded from the selection of Iron Throne's successor by Jaehaerys because of her gender.
Being deprived of the rights and status that should have belonged to her, this kind of experience would never leave her feeling calm.
What's more, she insists on letting her son Laenor become the crown prince and actively participate in the competition, which speaks for itself - she is absolutely unwilling to do so.
Therefore, Redd decided to go one step further and directly light the potential fuse.
He stopped, turned around, looked directly at Rhaenys, his tone became extremely serious, and asked with a sense of inquiry:
Miss Rhaenys, I just want to ask, have you never thought about sitting on that Iron Throne yourself?"
This question was like a cold sharp blade, instantly cutting through Rhaenys's superficial calmness.
Her pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of vigilance flashed across her face.
She immediately realized that Redd's question was not an innocent one, he had no good intentions.
But even so, the question itself was like a bomb dropped into her heart.
She couldn't help but start thinking in the most dangerous, yet most tempting direction - what would it be like if she really got on Iron Throne?
Rhaenys opened his mouth, but found that he could not answer.
Reason sounded like a cold voice in her mind: No, I can't think about it, let alone say it!
This is a family taboo and could be the trigger for devastating internal strife!
But at the same time, the temptation of Iron Throne, which symbolizes supreme power and glory,
Like the most poisonous snake, it tightly wrapped around her heart, making her feel a deep-seated reluctance.
Everything that once belonged to her but was deprived of her because of her gender is now surging under the question Redd.
Just when Rhaenys was having a fierce battle in his heart and the expression on his face was changing,
Redd took another step forward and continued to add fire. His voice was not high, but it carried a bewitching magic:
House Targaryen, but has the blood of a true dragon.
We have never been afraid to break any old rules or face challenges of any kind.
Think about it, with the wrath of our real dragon, even the gods will only have the fate of being killed in front of us, let alone the mortal throne and rules?"
His words were like the most exquisite catalyst, accurately hitting the most secret and ardent desire in Rhaenys's heart.
The pride of true dragon blood, disdain for rules, desire for challenges, and endless thirst for the power that should belong to her,
The intertwining of them at this moment almost completely broke the dam of her reason.
Her breathing quickened slightly, and her eyes shone with a complicated light, showing both vigilance and uncontrollable excitement and... ambition.
Redd As a person who has lived two lifetimes, although he cannot penetrate into the deepest thoughts of others at a glance like what is written in novels,
But he is quite good at simply observing words and expressions and capturing subtle changes in expressions.
At this moment, he looked at Rhaenys's face that flickered in and out of light,
With a complex look intertwined with struggle, unwillingness, desire and fear, I knew very well that my words had had an effect.
Rhaenys was obviously moved. The fire of ambition that had been suppressed for too long seemed to be ignited by his words just now and began to crackle.
However, reason is like a cold iron chain, tightly binding her.
The honor of the family, the affection between her brothers and sisters, the moral concepts she had been instilled in her childhood... these heavy shackles told her that she could never take that path.
No matter how great the temptation of power is, Iron Throne cooperates with an outsider - a foreigner with unknown identity and suspicious purpose to massacre his own people.
This is tantamount to betrayal, and she cannot be so cruel yet.
Rhaenys's brows were furrowed and his lips were trembling slightly, obviously he was intensely weighing the pros and cons.
Redd knows that at this moment Rhaenys is like a person standing on the edge of a cliff hesitating.
Any external interference may cause her to make the wrong choice or simply retreat.
He knew he couldn't force her, and he didn't want her to immediately turn into a desperate and dangerous person just because of his few words.
Therefore, he did not continue to increase the amount, but stopped the offensive at the right time, turned his head, and looked at Lanna'er, who was quietly following them not far behind.
He is less than ten years old and has a petite body, but he has successfully tamed a huge and ancient dragon like Vhagar.
Redd I have to admit that this little girl does have extraordinary courage and talent.
Her eyes were clear and calm, befitting her age. When she looked at Vhagar, she was full of trust and dependence.
It was as if it was not a giant beast that could devour her at any time, but her closest companion.
Redd's current physical appearance is only in his teens, but the soul inside his body is that of an adult who has experienced storms.
He clearly remembered that when he first came into real contact with a dragon and tried to establish a connection, he was so nervous that his palms almost sweated and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
The feeling of oppression when facing an ancient behemoth is a physiological and instinctive fear.
Moreover, because of the existence of the "cheating device" in the system, he can clearly and clearly "see" his bloodline talent as Dragon Rider.
It was this almost scientific presentation of data that allowed him to analyze calmly and make up his mind to try to tame it, instead of relying purely on being brave.
Looking at Lan Naer, Redd sighed secretly in her heart.
This little guy, I'm afraid he doesn't even know how blessed he is.
Without systematic prompting or adult sophistication, she simply relied on instinct, courage and her innate affinity with dragons to accomplish feats that many adults could not achieve.
This Westeros is indeed full of unknowns and miracles.
Redd Qilong followed Rhaenys and Lan Naer all the way to King's Landing.