Game of Thrones: Life on Canvas

Chapter 8 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 8

Myrcella smiled to herself, she was once more walking through the streets of the North; enjoying the light snow. It had been three days since she had been to see her family for dinner. It had been an enjoyable time, despite her nerves.

'It wasn't as bad as I feared it would be.' She noted quietly. 'Everyone seemed happy to see me again, at least in their own way. I didn't argue with Joffrey as much as I thought I would, which is impressive.'

She shook her head at that; almost laughing. It was actually sad, the way her older brother seemed to be at odds with just about all of the family. She checked her watch, it was just after noon, she then looked up at the building she had stopped just outside of. It was the Stark Museum; she bit her lip and wondered if she would run into Robb again.

She had come here to enjoy the museum again, much of what she had seen before had a lasting effect on her. She wanted to enjoy it again. She shrugged and headed inside; noted once again the sharp change in temperature. She unwound her scarf and removed her gloves and hat, before once more stepping into the museum, enjoying the exhibits.

She paused, observing a few exhibits from the early Renaissance Period. They were remarkable, one was a painting from that time era, the others were some of the tools used in those days.

She pondered them carefully. 'This is amazing; these tools, they're simple but well made. Not to mention the painting…If only I could match that.'

She looked wistfully at the painting; she hoped she did reach that level of skill. She was happy with her work, but knew there was always room for improvement. She was pondering possible new painting ideas for her to work on. However she then heard the footsteps and smiled and turned. Sure enough, Robb Stark was there; he was walking through, keeping an eye on the exhibits. However then he spotted her and smiled.

"Hi Myrcella, nice to see you again."

She smiled and nodded. "Same here; it's good to see you again too."

Robb glanced around to ensure everything was okay before speaking. "So, what brings you here?"

"I enjoyed my last visit; it really helped me with inspiration for my art." She explained. "Maybe I'll get more, even if I don't I still like seeing the exhibits here."
Robb nodded to that and then thought for a while. "I…I heard from my family about how you've moved here and…"

Myrcella bit her lip, realizing what he meant. 'At least he doesn't know about the state of my apartment, or my second job...'

She nodded. "Yeah, it's true; I've moved here and live by myself. It's given me a chance to, live my dream of being an artist basically."

"Sounds hard." Robb replied. "Listen, if you like, I could help you out. My family remember you after all; they'd like to help if you need it."

Myrcella felt her face heat up at that.

She stayed, talking with Robb for a while; she had thanked him for his offer. All the same she was worried about it.

'If they found out the truth I might…I don't want to have to rely on someone else. I need to do this myself and they…'

She mentally shook herself; she was being silly. The Starks were different than her family; they would understand. Still, the thought of Robb finding out the state of where she lived, what she had to put up with, she felt strangely embarrassed by it.

She prayed she wasn't actually blushing. 'Oh Gods; what is wrong for me? I shouldn't be thinking like this, but he's…Whoa, slow down, what is this?'

She quickly caught herself, realizing Robb was asking her something.

"Sorry, what was that?"

He smiled gently and repeated. "How did the dinner go?"

She returned the smile; she had told him about dinner with her family.

"It was quite nice; I enjoyed it." She told him truthfully. "I think there could be some hope though, my family just might actually accept the way things are."
Robb nodded at that. "Sounds good; there's some hope there." He checked his watch. "Oh, I should really get back to work."

Myrcella cringed. "Yikes sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"It's alright; well, I'll see you around." He replied.

They parted ways; all the same, neither of them could stop thinking of each other.

Later, Myrcella was back in her apartment, having just finished her dinner, was seated at her desk. It wasn't too bad today, for now at least, the central heating was working. She wanted to make the most of it; and so had it on to ensure the entire apartment was as warm as possible. At least until it went off again, hopefully however the heat would last for a while afterwards. She was flipping through her sketchbook, looking at all the rough drafts she had done.

'So many of these I've turned into real paintings.' She thought. 'I'm starting to get noticed, selling things…although that may have been a once off. But still; I'll need to come up with something new.'

She decided to check her laptop and noticed that she had a new e-mail from her Uncle Jaime. She opened it and read.

"Hey Myrcella; how's my favourite niece? I hope you're well and that everything is great. If you have any issues, just call me and I'll come right up." It read. "I have something I'd like to ask. I was talking with my fiancée a few days ago. Brienne was telling me about her mother, her mother died years ago and sadly, she can't remember her as she was very young at the time. She has no pictures of her either; I was able however to find an old picture of her with Mr. Tarth's help. If you have the time, would it be possible for you to make a portrait of Brienne's mother. If you can't, don't worry about it. Love, Uncle Jaime."

Myrcella smiled widely. 'Aw, that's so sweet; of course I'll do it Uncle Jaime.'

She quickly replied, confirming she would work on the painting and gathered her equipment. She checked the attached photo Jaime had sent her and soon got to work.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.