Well, the thought of writing a short Myrcella chapter just drew me right back in. She is an interesting character to write, mainly because we don't know much about her personality other than what other POV characters describe her to be.

For those reading along with the canonical book chapters, this POV falls after 'GOT Jon III' and right before 'GOT Eddard IV'. That means that up from Eddard III, all chapters remain intact without any changes to them.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim any ideas, places, or characters from the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' series. Cheers


Princess Myrcella rode in the carriage along with her mother and brother, Prince Tommen, who was upstairs in the second story. Usually Joffrey would ride along with them, but their father had insisted that Joffrey ride alongside him as the party entered King's Landing. He's the crown prince, and he must act like it. She recalled her father's words to her mother at supper the night previous , when they had assumed no one could hear them.

She was looking out the window of the carriage towards the back of the caravan when she caught sight of her betrothed, Olyvar Arryn. He was wearing the same blue cloak that he seemed to always wear, the same one that she had seen his father wear while he was Hand for her father. She missed the old man sometimes. He had always been very pleasant to her and Tommen.

I wish you would cheer up, Olyvar. Myrcella watched with sad eyes as her friend continued wearing the scowl that she had seen on him since the day after his cousin, Arya Stark, was found. She remembered her mother yelling about how Olyvar had treated Joffrey with disrespect. But her father simply waved it off as 'boys being boys.'

But to Myrcella, he was just being the same strong headed Olyvar that she always played with. The one who had taunted Joffrey whenever he had made a snide remark, often to her delight. She did not hate her brother as he did, but she did believe that Joffrey did need to be taught humility. But her mother and father never punish him, or any of them for that matter. The queen never allowed it.

"Sister." Myrcella looked to the other side of the carriage as her uncle, Ser Jaime Lannister, addressed her mother, who was sitting on the other side of the carriage. "We are approaching the gates of King's Landing."

"Thank you, brother." Mother said her words as pleasantly as possible, but Myrcella knew that she was still furious since finding Arya Stark as well. There had been a night when she had overheard her mother through the walls of an inn they had been staying in, cursing the Starks and their direwolves before addressing Father about her betrothal.

I will not have Myrcella marrying that boy. He is too disrespectful of Joffrey, who will be king after you. Did you not hear the words he spoke to you as well? Her words had been harsh, calling him things that Myrcella had never heard before. But her father continued being dismissive of her mother's angry condemnations.

The boy is Jon Arryn's blood. He may have a little fighting spirit in him, but the boy will calm himself when he grows. Gods Cersei, he's not much older than Joffrey, give him time. Myrcella returned her attention back to Olyvar, and saw that her father's Hand, Eddard Stark, was now riding alongside of him. It seemed as if Lord Eddard was speaking to his nephew, as Myrcella noticed the scowl that had been on the Young Falcon's face was disappearing. She was glad to see so. It took away from his more handsome features.

Talk throughout the camp had been related to whether or not their betrothal would continue to stand. Olyvar had decided to come to King's Landing with them instead of returning to the Eyrie, for reasons Myrcella knew not. But she didn't mind. She enjoyed having Olyvar at court, where he could play and talk with her.

But before her father had announced their pairing, she hadn't really given thought to being married to him. Yes, he was handsome, though not as handsome as she had thought his cousin Robb Stark to be. But she knew that he was very smart. He kept going on about that game that he always played with her uncle Tyrion on the ride to the North. A game that Myrcella wanted him to teach her when they had gotten back to King's Landing.

Myrcella could admit that she fancied the Lord of the Vale a little bit, and didn't see anything wrong with being his wife when they came of age. So why did her mother so desperately want her away from Olyvar?

"Mother." Myrcella began, still looking at Lord Stark speaking to his nephew. "Why do they say my betrothal with Olyvar is broken?"

There was a pause before Mother spoke. "Where do you hear that, sweetling?"

"The soldiers. Every night I keep hearing them whispering whenever I'm around. They keep speaking that you and father broke the betrothal." More silence greeted Myrcella's statement causing her to look at her mother. She was startled when she saw the queen's face shriveled up in an attempt to hide her anger. She wasn't nearly as beautiful as she usually was.

"Your…betrothal, hasn't been broken, sweetling. Although if you wanted it to-"

"No!" Myrcella basically shouted, startling her mother. "I mean…" she began again, struggling to find the words. "Olyvar is just so nice to me. He always plays with me, he talks to me."

"Sweetling, he is still young, and men can change over time. We can find other matches for you when you're older."

"Mother." Myrcella gave her mother an annoyed face. "Olyvar is really nice, and he's Lord Arryn's son. Shouldn't I have to marry him?" Memories of Jon Arryn standing alongside his son in the throne room flashed back to her. All the years they spent together at court. From everything her septa had taught her, it seemed only natural she would marry Olyvar.

Her mother took her hands. "You do not have to marry anyone that you don't want to, sweetling. I won't let you be used as something for your father to marry off."

"Wasn't your marriage arranged, Mother?" Myrcella saw her mother freeze for a few moments and looked deep into her eyes, so similar to her own. Finally her mother cleared her throat and began to speak.

"Yes, after the Targaryens were defeated, I was married to your father by my father. And although I admit that it hasn't always been easy, I wouldn't trade it for the world."

"Why, Mother?"

"Because I have you three sweetlings to show for it." Her mother's face broke into a radiant smile as she tickled Myrcella, drawing hysteric laughter from the girl. "No more questions. We're nearly home." Her lips met Myrcella's forehead, kissing it before looking out her own window once more as Myrcella beamed at her.

She looked at her mother for a few moments more before turning her head and looking back out of the carriage. There, she saw Eddard Stark ruffling his nephew's brown hair before riding off, eventually passing the carriage to get to the front of the column. But Myrcella's eyes remained on her betrothed. Myrcella Arryn. She thought to herself. At least the name sounds good.


A/N: Always interesting giving non-canon POV characters a chapter. Considering how she was described in the books, I feel like drew upon Myrcella's qualities pretty nicely. And sorry for the Cersei haters (myself being one of them), but I had to spare a moment to show the lioness had some humanity. At least towards her children.

I don't like giving romantic suggestion between pre teens and teens, even if the times and culture is different. But, considering that Myrcella was documented as having blushed at the sight of Robb Stark in Winterfell, I figured that giving her a 'fondness' of Olyvar wouldn't be a bad idea. Give me your thoughts on it in the reviews.

Question from the last chapter comes from KnightofHolyLight, asking 'Why did not Olyvar call of engagement already at that point? Was he perhaps bit too worried of his cousin at that point?'

Well, I'd think that the last thing on his mind was Myrcella, so you're right in thinking he was more worried about Arya at that moment. Also remember. "As High As Honor". It's unlikely to me that Olyvar, strong willed as he is for a soon-to-be 14 year old, is going to (in his view) dishonor his family by breaking the betrothal. He cares for Myrcella, albeit not romantically (yet?) and wouldn't want to hurt her feelings.

Also, the question as to why Olyvar diverted course to King's Landing instead of returning to the Eyrie will be explained. Just give it time. :)

P.S. Couldn't resist. Here's one little gem of an exchange that will occur later on in the story. Figured that, with all of the support you guys have been giving me, I might as well share it with you.

"And why would Olyvar Arryn dare to attack us?"-Cersei

"Where do I begin the list? He believes us to have been responsible for his father's death, he knows your son killed his uncle, we hold his cousins hostage, his dear aunt is surely attempting to convince him that I had something to do with trying to kill his other cousin, Joff is threatening his betrothal to Myrcella, and to sweeten the pot, he loathes Joffrey like Robert loathed Rhaegar Targaryen. Are those good enough reasons for you?" -Tyrion