Author's Note: This is a collection of one shots written a while back to enable me to explore Myrcella without the obligation or responsibility that comes with writing a full out tale.
Some of these tales have been posted prior but at the suggestions of my amazing beta-reader I compiled them into one collection for those whom (like myself) love Myrcella may get their fill.
Disclaimer: All this belongs to GRRM up to and including some quotes that were used directly from the novels (because of the scene its written in).
Beta Readers: As always a huge thank you to the lovely Weshallflyaway for helping me make this work! Your help and wisdom is always greatly appreciated.

Of Wolves and Lions Part 2

It was many years later, when Myrcella recollected the last discussion she had with King Robert to her real Father. No longer troubled by the dead King's drunken statements, she merely laughed to the memory of how sorry Robert had been to his daughter being born of lion's blood. Jaime Lannister, by contrast, had not found it nearly so amusing. 'Such a clever man, death by boar was far too noble an end for the likes of him,' he replied in brisk tones.

'In his own way I think he meant well,' Myrcella said with a wry smile. 'I'm glad I was not born of wolf's blood,' she continued, her eyes drifting to the snow covered terrain of Winterfell.

'Trystane likes to say, that everything happens for a purpose. I may be too pure a Lannister than any would find acceptable, but I believe this is for a reason as well,' she gently explained.

Her father raised a brow as he chuckled. 'Really? It's a bit too late to prove to the Westerosi that lions have more than shit for honour.'

Myrcella frowned. 'If needs be then yes. All of Westeros knows the Lannisters pay their debts but so few have seen any real proof of it beyond coin, and vengeance. I mean to change that, that is why I came to the north,' she concluded with a sad smile.

Princess Myrcella Martell intended to start with the Starks of Winterfell. They were but one of so many innocent houses who had been wronged by her family. By Dornish tradition she was Trystane's wife, a princess by all standards. To the rest of Westeros, Myrcella was an abomination; a Lannister, and a baseborn. It may be too late to undo the damage done, but it was never too late to make reprimands, to apologize through action.

So she travelled north, leaving Trystane back home. 'It is a private matter, one that must be settled one way or another,' she explained to her husband. Her princely husband understood all that she could not say and she loved him all the more for it. With a passionate parting kiss, and words of love on their lips, she departed from the safety of Dorne to begin her secret journey north. It was months since they last spoke. Though her heart ached for his company, Myrcella knew this had to be done.

Upon her arrival to Winterfell, she was surprised to learn that her birth father, along with his wife; a brutish, strange beauty who was as much a knight as himself, now called the north home. Myrcella soon came to love Lady [Ser] Brienne of Tarth more than she had her own birth mother.

Lady Brienne, as called by those more traditional, now served as lord commander of Queen Sansa Stark's queensguard; Ser Jaime too had joined their ranks. Casterly Rock, once under her grandfather's care, now belonged to her uncle Tyrion, who served as the Dragon Queen's Hand.

The North, though loyal to the dragons, sought to maintain their sovereign realm. Though Queen Daenerys was not fond of the notion, her nephew, turned consort, had convinced her of the wisdom in leaving the North to its own leadership. True to her word, Queen Sansa and her Hound King, as the small folk lovingly called him, maintained good relations with the southron kingdoms.

Having already visited Kings Landing a year prior to swear fealty to the Iron Throne alongside her princely husband, Myrcella felt no need to return just yet. During her visit she had been reunited with her brother Tommen. The last time they had seen each other, she was a young girl sailing off to Dorne, and he was little more than a small boy mourning her absence. It did her heart good to know he was alive and well; now serving under Ser Selmy's tutelage as a squire. Tommen too, shared her hopes of undoing the damage of their forefather's actions. Despite all he had witnessed and endured during their mother's reign, her little brother was still a romantic idealist at heart.

With his kind heart and gentle nature, he was rapidly gaining the respect and adoration of those who both trained, and served alongside him. Knowing her brother had found a safe place under the dragon queen's rule, Myrcella had felt the time had come to make reparation to the north. Uncertain how to make amends she did what she could to earn their forgiveness. Food and supplies would not bring back the dead, but they would ensure the living survived the harsh winters of the north more comfortably. The gesture though, miniscule by Myrcella's standards, had left a mark on the North that was not soon forgotten.

It would be many years before their houses would come to regard one another as allies, much less friends, but she did not mind. It was as her step-mother Lady Brienne once said Nothing comes without sacrifice; everything that is worth anything, must be properly earned.

Though making amends to those wronged by her family was a difficult journey, she never felt more at peace for it. She may have been born a lion, but in her heart, Myrcella knew she was so much more. There was a reason she had been born a Lannister, and for the first time in her life she now understood why.