<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><div style="text-align: center">Lucca's eyes immediately fell upon Cersei when she heard the stutter. She wasn't concerned. As a matter of fact it seemed that Lucca had a bit of a death wish. Nothing around her ever seemed to be of worth anymore, which is why she became a sword for hire. It fed her desire to be needed. Alive. Not to mention paid. However, when she would lay eyes on Cersei, all of it seemed to melt away. Lulu felt as though she belonged...and to her it was a potent drug.<br/>
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She soon made way to Cersei's side. She couldn't help but feel as though she needed to be there for her. Lucca slowly rose a hand and ran her fingers up and down Cersei's back in a gentle manner while leaning in to whisper into her ear.<br/>
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" <i><b>I won't let any harm come to you.</b></i> "​</div></span>