Disclaimer: I do not own the Game of Thrones series.
They told me I was a princess, that I was important, someone who mattered.
Someone who was a player in this mad game of thrones.
But now I know, as I watch Ser Arys' head get sliced off in a spatter of blood and all of Arianne's beautiful, perfectly laid plans crumble into dry, bitter ashes and the blood run through my fingers like red wine, that I was never a player.
I was just a pawn.
A foolish, naïve little pawn, and a stupid, trusting little girl.
A/N: I think Arianne Martell isn't that bad of a person, but I hated how she just callously used Myrcella to get what she wanted without even thinking about the fact that she would most likely die. Anyway, please review!