If AU stands for Alternate Universe than this is an AU. Myrcella gets to keep her pretty face and her ear.
*PLEASE ONLY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM*
NO MEAN PEOPLE PLEASE!
The water looked so inviting. Thought the young Queen to be as they approached the river.
"We have to hurry, Your Grace." Arianne Martell said to Myrcella.
"My Princess, were we expecting anyone?" Darkstar asked Arianne Martell.
"Only the barge-" Arianne began. She looked at the banners and immediately recognized her father's men.
"Run!" Arianne yelled. They all stopped horses rearing. Myrcella saw Darkstar drew his sword not to fight but to attack her. Myrcella's own horse reared as she fell off. Her horse's head came off completely as Darkstar turned his horse. Run! Myrcella turned and scrambled in the opposite direction as fast as she could. She ran through the trees nearly tripping on her skirts several times. She ducked beneath a fallen log and watched the horse and Darkstar keep going.
"Find her!" Arianne yelled.
Myrcella stayed hidden. They tried to kill her. The little girl tried to breathe quietly and slow her heart down so they wouldn't hear her. But what happens now? The roads are not safe for a girl. Ten year old Myrcella had to think. She had to stay hidden.
After a day, Myrcella assumed the Martells had given up.
Ser Arys Oakheart failed to protect me. His is a disgrace to the Kingsguard. Myrcella thought. But not as much as a disgrace as my own Uncle Jaime. She went to get water and clean her face when she heard someone. She ducked behind a tree and looked. A girl walked up to the river. Gods she's ugly. The girl poured water over her face then it changed. Myrcella blinked. It was so familiar now. How could it have changed?
"Do I know you?" Myrcella asked stepping out from behind the tree.
"No! Go away!" The girl replied.
"You're- you changed your face but now you look like- I saw you in Winterfell. You're Arya Stark."
"I am not!" the girl replied.
"Please help me!"
"Why should I?"
"My mother has gold. Lots of it."
"I don't want gold."
"Please. I have no one else. I am Myrcella of House Baratheon Princess of the Andals and First Men. I can trust no one else. The Martells tried to kill me." Myrcella said desperately.
"What makes you think I won't kill you?" Arya Stark asked.
"If you can get me to Kings Landing, I can get you to Winterfell. Before it's too late." Myrcella said.