Game of Thrones: The Storm

S2E6 - The Old Gods and the New

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When the time came for Myrcella to depart to Dorne, her mother stayed with her the entire day while you helped organize the transport of her belongings to the Dornish ship that she would soon leave on. 

When the entourage of everyone from court and many high lords and ladies arrived, the small rowboat that would carry her out to the main ship was already waiting on her. 

You walked over to her as she was saying her goodbyes to many of her close friends she grew up with in court. When she withdrew from the group, she enclosed you in a hug. Quicker than last time, you wrapped your arms around her as you kissed the top of her head. 

After she pulled away, you looked down at her with a fond expression as more tears welled in her eyes. 

"Send these words if ever you need me," you told her, swiftly placing a small piece of parchment in her hands that she slid up her dress sleeve. She nodded in understanding as you pulled her closer to you one last time, kissing her forehead and shutting your eyes as tight as you could to suppress any tears. "Goodbye, sweet sister."

Once her last goodbyes were said to her mother and brothers, she was escorted onto the rowboat by a septa and a Kings Guard that would protect her while she was in Dorne. 

As the boat started to get pushed into the water, a septon from the Sept of Baelor began sending her a prayer while holding his weird lantern. 

"May the Seven guide the princess on her journey. May the mother give her health. May the crone give her wisdom. May the warrior give her courage," the large septon went on as you could still hear Myrcella's sobs. 

You stood next to Tommen, Joffrey, and Sansa as you all watched her row farther and farther away. Tommen was taking it the hardest out of any of you. Crying into his hands and sniffling loudly. 

When Tommen's septa kneeled down beside him to wipe his tears, Joffrey looked over at him.

"You sound like a little cat mewling for his mother. Princes don't cry," Joffrey spoke with folded arms and a bored expression before turning his attention away. 

"I saw you cry," you heard Sansa say softly as Joffrey turned back to face her. 

"Did you say something, my Lady?" 

"My little brother cried when I left Winterfell," Sansa corrected herself as you looked between her and Joffrey. 

"So?" 

"It seems a normal thing."

"Is your little brother a prince?" Joffrey finally asked her with an annoyed tone. 

"No."

"Not really relevant then, is it?" Joffrey said before turning to walk away. "Come, dog."

When Joffrey started to walk up the steps to head back to the Red Keep, you looked down at Tommen before kneeling down in front of him. 

"Ready to go back?" You asked in a soft a reassuring voice. He nodded slowly before wrapping his arms around your neck, expecting you to carry him. 

You let out a long and exasperated sigh before picking him up. His body clung to you so tightly that you weren't sure how you were going to get him off. 

"You're almost too big for this anymore, bud," you told him as you carefully walked up the steps that led through the gates into King's Landing. 

When you realized that a crowd had gathered where you all would be walking to see the royal family, you made him get down and walk. He wouldn't allow you to walk by yourself, however, and gripped your hand with strength you didn't think was possible for a boy his age.