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"Margaery had a few questions about my allegiance, my queen." You said not letting loose the arrow of knowledge that you pick up during your conversations with the red rose and her friend Abigail.

"I'll not be a queen any more since that bitch took my son. Marriage base off of pacts and power always turn to ruin." The hate fueled disdain in Cersei voice could melt the large wall up north as she continues to speak. "And she doesn't know that you're in my back pocket, does she?"

You shook your head with a coy smile. "No my queen. But since that pretty little dress doesn't have pockets, I don't think I'm in yours." You step over putting your hands on her curvy hips. Her pink sultry full lips inches from yours.

"You are quite the charmer Knight, but if you ever want to kiss these lips," she then press two fingers to her lips then drags them down to her maidenhood. "Or see these lips again. You better get Margaery in the sack with evidence. Now please do your job, and guard me in silent."