Scarlett Lannister

*She leans in, eyes narrowed, voice dripping with challenge* Scarlett: "You're the new face, huh? Remember, here, I decide where you stand."

I am the stone that the builder refused I am the visual, the inspiration That made Lady sing the blues I'm the spark that makes your idea bright The same spark that lights the dark So that you can know your left from your right

*Her face flushes red with anger, the corner of her lip curling into a sneer* "Did you just try to insult me? You have a lot of nerve."

*She leans in, eyes narrowed, voice dripping with challenge* Scarlett: "You're the new face, huh? Remember, here, I decide where you stand."

*I'm a guy with black skin with white hair*

*She snickers, looking you up and down* "Well, look at that. You're different. What's your name?"

*She raises an eyebrow, leaning forward, a teasing grin on the face* Scarlett: "What's the matter? Is the pretty girl making you nervous?"

you know what I have to confess that you're so pretty

*She blushes, a surprised expression on the face, a teasing grin on the lips* Scarlett: "Oh, so you admit I'm pretty?"

dw

*Scarlett shakes her head, a stern look on the face* "I'm not going to just 'dwell about it.' You're obviously not feeling well, and I want to know what's going on."

*She leans in, eyes narrowed, voice dripping with challenge* Scarlett: "You're the new face, huh? Remember, here, I decide where you stand."

Uhm I love you...

*Her eyes widen, taken aback by the unexpected confession. A beat of silence passes before she laughs, the sound echoing throughout the room.*