"What are you doing here?" Asked her Uncle's guard. But she grabbed the bars, of her uncle's cage, ignoring him.

"Are you my father?" She whispered, low enough so the guard couldn't hear her as he walked to her, and began pulling her away.

"Where's your guard, girl?" He asked her.

"Leave me be." She snapped at him, but she struggled. "Answer me, Jaime."

"You're a Baratheon, Myrcella." He replied, ever so softly. Myrcella could barely hear him. "How could I ever be your father?"

Her grip became weakened, and the guard pulled her away. But she knew he was lying. He was lying. And she didn't know what to do.

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She ended up being brought to the King's tent. Where she had just run from. She was shaking, and looked like a frightened doe.

"You ditched your guard again." He said, his voice firm.

"I did, your grace." She said, though her demeanor seemed to be out of control, her voice was still very much in check. She sounded like she had everything under control, and even she did not know how she pulled it off. She was just taught to be.

"You will always be the strong one, dear daughter." Cersei had told her. "Men will never be able to understand your strength, and they will never be able to hold it. When everything seems lost, it will be you with the strength to go on."

It wasn't until Myrcella stood before the King in the North feeling as if her heart was being ripped out of her chest and her life was falling to pieces that she knew her mother was right, she had to go on. She refused to betray the people who gave her comfort growing up. She refused to betray the mother who loved her and the father-or uncle-who protected her her entire life. No matter what, she had to keep the facade. She must go on.

"That's all you have to say?" Robb asked. "You did?"

"Well, it is not as if I can deny it." Myrcella said. "I am not that stupid."

"Leave us." He told the soldier that had brought her in, and Theon, who had already been in the tent when she was brought in. She knew it was him in there with Robb before.

They left, the soldier with a bow, but Theon left with just a look between the two.

"Sit down, Myrcella." He told her, pouring her a goblet of wine before placing it in front of an empty chair.

She did as he asked, and took a sip of the wine. "What do you want from me, your grace?"

"I want to know why you seemed to believe that you should see Jaime Lannister this evening?"

"I took a fancy to it." Myrcella said. "I'm not one to control my urges."

"You don't want to tell me, then?" Robb asked. "That's fine. I am probably your only friend in this camp."

"Friend? You are trying to kill my family. You already have one of them in a cage." Myrcella scoffed. "I have no friends here."

"Well, aren't you in an awful mood?" He asked. "You know, I would have thought you had a pretty good day. You know, with not being in a cage, and staying relatively out of trouble." He said.

"How could I ever stay out of trouble here?" Myrcella said. "I'm trouble personified. Everything I do to you is wrong. No matter what I do I'm in the wrong. I'm rather sure your mother thinks my breathing when I sleep is wrong as well. I think she believes my breathing at all is wrong."

Robb laughed. "Don't be dramatic."

"Aren't women supposed to be dramatic?" Myrcella asked. "I'm only doing what I know."

"I'm sure you know more than that."

Myrcella turned her head to the side. Was he actually teasing her? Was he actually being nice and playful. Was he trying to trick her? He was already getting her to believe what she thought to be impossible. How could he go from speaking about her mother and her uncle to teasing her. He had to be trying to trick her…however…if she could use that to her advantage, she could get out. She could get Jaime out. She could go home.

"What even am I doing here?" Myrcella asked, sounding tired. "You could have just sent me to my tent for the night. You don't have to have my presence."

"But I would like to know what you're thinking." He said.

"Trust me, if there was anything interesting inside my head, I would probably say it." Myrcella lied. "Don't you worry, my lord."

But when she said that, he did worry. He worried very much.

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Myrcella showed up at his tent the next night, a very fierce look in her eye, like she was killing him with green fire. Wildfire.

"My father is Robert Baratheon." She announced to him.

Robb looked at her, a bit confused. "I thought you've already said that to me."

"I'm just saying it again." Myrcella told him. "You will never convince me otherwise. I am a princess by bloodline. My brother is the king. Nothing you say will ever make me think otherwise."

"Did you shake off your guard again?" He asked her.

Hey eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second before nodded. "Yes. What else can I do with my life? I have to have a little bit of fun." She said. "That is not why I'm here, though. You're trying to make me doubt myself. Doubt my family. How dare you?"

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about." He said.

"Like hell." Myrcella said. "You are trying to drive me mad, and I hate you for it."

"You hate me?" He asked.

"Yes." She said, trying to stand as tall as her short stature would allow. No matter how she tried to look like a lioness, she would always look too small and far too gentle to cause any real damage. Her lips were pursed and the hollows of her cheeks were pink with anger. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm an angry child."

"You are an angry child."

"I am no child."

"I don't know." Robb said. "You should probably glance at a looking glass and tell me what you think."

"I know what I look like. Stop smiling at me."

Robb didn't even know he was smiling at her.

"You're not allowed to smile at me. I'm a prisoner. My family is killing your family, and your family is killing mine." She said.

"Yes, that does put a damper on things." He agreed.

"What is with you tonight?" Myrcella demanded. "I don't want you to be like this."

"Be like what?"

"Nice! It makes it hard to hate you. It makes it hard to think of you as anything but a person." Myrcella said, she sounded tired. "Can't I just hate you?"

"That would make things simpler." He agreed. "But things are not as simple as we want them to be."

"I wish they were simple." Myrcella said softly. "Then I would see black and white and much less grey."

"I don't think anything is black and white."

"Then, seven gods, may we be clouded in gold a while?" She stepped towards him, grabbing his face and pulling him in to kiss her. She did not come here to do this. She did not come here to kiss the enemy. She came her to tell him never to speak to her again, yet as her heart screamed for her to kiss him, her head screamed for her to run. But the moment he kissed her back, all thoughts left her and all she could feel was his warm lips on hers and his hands on her back.

Seven hells, she was screwed.

A/N: I don't always do these, but since Mr. Wayne asked me who I cast for these characters, I thought I needed to say. I don't know of an actor that looks like them. I honestly see Myrcella as a friend of mine (Who is on this website as KatjaLillian great writer, love her stories you should check them out) and the Robb as another friend of mine with flowing auburn hair. I'm sorry I can't give you actor's names, but it is what it is.

Thanks,

Lily