Sep 4, 2014
"And how do you think Stannis would react if I called you wifey? Forgive me, my love?"
"You can't have us both, I don't like to be your girl on the side."
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"And how do you think Stannis would react if I called you wifey? Forgive me, my love?"
"You can't have us both, I don't like to be your girl on the side."
Cersei sat quietly a table in one of the many local coffeeshops that lined the coast of southern California, foot tapping impatiently against the ground as she waited for Melisandre to arrive.
Stannis is going to need help too. The text had read.
"I don't style men." She grumbled to herself, looking up from her phone when a flash of bright red hair caught her eye, and a quiet sigh left her lips. "You're a little late." She said gently, brows furrowed some as she regarded the actress. "And we need to discuss something."