Cersei, in truth, has been on the lookout since Flagg mentioned her. It is a curiosity that she is not sure she would have felt quite like this if she were living the life she is owed at court, with all that entails to keep her busy. Then again, Flagg is a remarkable man – it could be wise to know those he calls his own.

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"My lady," she only half-calls out, leaning in repose against the bars of her cell, her special, shared hell. "Are you the one, perchance, who is wed to Randall Flagg?"