It took them two weeks to finally reach Gulltown, having stopped along the way to sell the hides and furs that Toby and Jay had finished tanning before they had departed the caves. Myrcella could tell Robb was often on edge whenever they stopped, keeping the hood of his cloak pulled low so no one would see his inhuman eyes, there were several days where he chose to leave the road, turn, and follow from the woods. He would always return when they made camp for the night, just a bit more relaxed than he had been when he left.
Entering the bustling port city, Myrcella couldn't help but pull her hood closer to her face, Robb's grip on her hand tightened to the point of pain.
"Robb my hand." She hissed. He dropped her hand with a muttered apology, wrapping his cloak tighter around himself. The group had stopped in a small square near the port. Dacey, Toby, and Griffin went down to the port to try and find a ship heading in the direction of Dragonstone, while the Greatjon had wandered off to a tavern with Petey and Jay chasing after him to make sure he didn't cause too much trouble.
"Are you alright?" Robb shook his head,
"It's all so overwhelming. Everything's too loud." Myrcella knew Robb had heightened senses and considering this was his first time surrounded by civilization in over two years it was bound to be too much in the beginning.
"Hey," She reached up and rubbed his shoulder, "Just try and focus on me. Let's get away from the port for a bit, I imagine the heightened smell isn't that great right now either." Robb chuckled softly and grabbed her hand kissing her knuckles.
"Lead the way."
As Myrcella and Robb wandered farther into Gulltown, the more Robb seemed to relax. With her hand tucked into the crook of his elbow Myrcella dragged him around various shops and stalls, enjoying the day as many other young couples were. She even got Robb to laugh as she wrapped a swath of brilliantly dyed yellow fabric around him.
"It matches you eyes!" Laughing Robb, rolled his eyes and tried to untangle himself from the bright cloth. He folded it up and handed it back to the merchant, his hood falling back just enough to reveal his inhuman eyes. The woman paled, her mouth falling open but no sound came out. Robb smiled awkwardly before taking Myrcella's elbow and leading her away from the gaping woman. A little while later Myrcella splurged and bought a large sweet-roll covered in sticky cinnamon-sugar syrup and sweet cream, still warm from the oven. Sitting on the edge of a fountain in a quiet residential square to eat their treat and take a break from the crowds.
Robb groaned as Myrcella fed him a piece.
"I can't remember the last time I tasted something so sweet."
"Are you sure…" Myrcella, grinning took her own bite, making sure to suck the sticky syrup off her fingers as slowly as she could not breaking eye-contact. Robb growled and pulled her across his lap.
"I meant food, Ella." He hissed, as he began trailing kisses and nips up her neck. Myrcella playfully swatted him.
"We are in public you silly wolf." As if to emphasize her point, a group of children ran past, screaming, playing some sort of chase game. Robb sighed and moved her off his lap.
"I suppose I can behave for my little wife." Myrcella swatted his shoulder again. He laughed.
Finishing the last of the sweet role they stood when Robb paused, frowning, he looked around.
"Robb," Myrcella asked, catching his attention. "Is everything all right?"
"I don't know. I thought…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "It's nothing probably." Myrcella looked ready to argue but Robb shook his head.
"Not here." Myrcella drew her cloak closer around herself.
From that moment Robb was on guard, always scanning the crowds around them. Finally, he grabbed her elbow.
"We're being followed." He hissed. Myrcella's blood froze, she carefully put the trinket she had been examining down, trying not to react, she wrapped her arm around Robb's waist as he quickly led them down the street.
"It's not one of the others?" Robb shook his head. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked.
"When I say run, run." Myrcella nodded. They turned a street corner.
"Run."
They ran, dodging and weaving through the streets, Myrcella's hand grasped firmly in Robb's as they ran down allies and side streets. But luck only lasted so long. Turning a blind corner, they found themselves at a dead end. Myrcella swore, letting go of Robb's hand, looking around for a way to escape. There was none. Robb had already torn off his cloak and shirt.
"Get behind me." Robb turned just as two cloaked men rounded the corner of the alley. The men stumbled back, drawing their swords. One of the men threw his hood back. Myrcella gasped and Robb paused before growling and positioning himself between the men and Myrcella.
Jaime Lannister stared wide eyed at the massive wolf that he could have sworn was a man a moment before. And standing behind the wolf, which was bigger than Robb Stark's bloody direwolf was his missing daughter.
Myrcella slowly stepped up next to the wolf, burying her hand in Robb's fur, exchanging a look with him. The second Robb looked away the other man stepped forward raising his sword. Robb turned back growling, his hackles raised. Myrcella stepped back.
"Drop your swords." She said stiffly. Her father and the man exchanged a look, then looked at Robb, before finally dropping their weapons. Myrcella stared at Jamie Lannister, not able to believe that he was here. Standing just feet away from her. The last time she had seen him was years ago. Just days before Catelyn Tully had freed him with Brianne of Tarth. He looked older, his hair shorter, bits of grey were starting to show on his temples and there were more lines around his eyes. Then her eyes fell to his hands which were raised.
"What the fuck happened to your hand?" After all these years. That was not what she expected to say to her father when they reunited. Robb chuffed next to her, and she subtly elbowed him.
"I… I lost it. There was a bit of an incident on my way back to King's Landing." Jaime hesitantly stepped forward. The wolf growled again.
"Stay where you are."
"Myrcella,"
"I said stay where you are." She hesitated. "What are you doing here?"
"I was sent to find you, to save you, to finally bring you home. I-, Myrcella where did the wolf come from?" His daughter looked at the wolf and the wolf looked at her, head cocked as if it was asking her a question. Myrcella shrugged.
"I don't think we can trust them, but it's up to you I suppose." Seven hells, did she go mad? Then something happened, the wolf changed before their eyes. Instead of a wolf stood a man, a dead man.
"Fuck. You owe me so much more than a castle." Bronn whispered from next to him. But Jaime didn't pay him any mind. He couldn't take his eyes off Robb Stark. The Frays and Boltons had killed him, they had delivered his desecrated body to King's Landing or at least a body; it had been dressed in northern armor with the man's direwolf's head sewed to the body and a crown hammered to the head. But the man before him, looked like Robb Stark except for his eyes, they were the same amber-gold as the wolf.
"It's been a long time Ser Jaime." It sounded like Robb Stark too.
"It appears the Freys and Boltons were less than honest with my father about your death, your Grace." The man before him cocked his head.
"I'm no king. Not anymore." He growled. "And as for the Freys, do you really think those cravens would have admitted to letting me escape. That they would have admitted your own daughter helped me escape."
"Robb." Myrcella admonished him. Robb glanced back at her as Myrcella stepped forward. Jamie pulled his attention from the Stark back to Myrcella.
"Why?" Jaime asked, Myrcella's face was blank her eyes cold.
"I'm more interested in how." Bronn grumbled
"Why should I owe any loyalty to my family after they refused to negotiate any type of ransom? Who saw me as an object to barter for a marriage alliance only to be called spoiled goods by them when I was captured? Why would I ever want to return to the toxic cesspool that is the royal court?" Jaime winced at her sharp words.
"Myrcella, that was Joffrey and your grandfather. Your mother and I wanted you back, Tommen wanted you back. Come back home."
"You would have to drag me kicking and screaming." She stated grabbing Robb's hand and squeezing it tight. Jaime stared at their hands then leveled a glare at Robb.
"You dishonored her." Robb stiffened.
"You have no right to talk about honor Kingslayer."
"Robb, stop." Myrcella let go of his hand and moved to stand between the two.
"We're married father." Myrcella said. "I love Robb and he loves me."
"I want to hear it from him." Jaimie growled, still glaring at Robb.
"I truly love you daughter Kingsl-' Myrcella elbowed him hard in the side, Robb grimaced. "Ser Jamie." He amended. "I would never let any harm befall her. I would gladly kill for her." Jaime stared long and hard at the pair of them. Then he turned to Myrcella.
"You would really rather stay with him than return to your family?"
"I'm sorry but yes."
Jaime knew he wouldn't be able to win a fight with the Stark boy, even if he hadn't lost his sword hand. And even if they did manage to get Myrcella away from him and back to King's Landing, she would resent him for it. Now was a time for retreat, Jaime and Bronn would return to Kings Landing where he could inform his sister and Tommen that he knew where Myrcella was, and more importantly who she was with.
"I don't like it. But if this is what you want, so be it." Myrcella smiled then.
"Thank you." Jamie turned his attention to Robb.
"I swear on the Old Gods and the New if you ever hurt my daughter there will be no where you can possibly hide from me."
"Seriously, is nobody going to fucking explain how he can turn into a bloody wolf!" Bronn asked waving a hand at Robb as he pulled on his pants and tunic. Myrcella turned to him,
"Sorry, who are you exactly?" Bronn straightened his shoulders.
"Ser Bronn of the Blackwater." As if that was supposed to mean something to her. Myrcella blinked.
"Ok." She still didn't answer his question. She stepped up to Jaime and quickly hugged him.
"Thank you, father."
"How long have you known?" Jamie whispered. Myrcella stepped back.
"Most of my life."
"Ella, we should go." Robb had finished dressing. Myrcella nodded at him. The young couple strode past Jamie and Bronn, quick to disappear into the crowds.
"Seriously how the fuck-
"Bronn drop it." Although Jamie wouldn't lie, he too was curious how a man could suddenly turn into a wolf. Jamie decided he would leave that part out when he told Cersei about their daughter.
Myrcella and Robb quickly made their way back towards the harbor.
"You know my father is going to tell my mother about this." Myrcella stated.
"Aye, I know." Hopefully they would be on Dragonstone by the time Jamie returned to Kings Landing. Robb pulled Myrcella to a stop. "How are you doing?" He asked, voice full of worry and concern.
"I'm happy I saw him. I'm scared about my mother finding out, I feel like I'm somehow betraying them." Robb her close tucking her head under his chin.
"I'm sorry." He said softly.
"I'm not." Myrcella pulled away. "I have a new family now. One that isn't poison." Myrcella smiled up at Robb, sadness was still present in her eyes. "Let's go find the others. Maybe Dacey has found a ship."