Princess Myrcella Baratheon. Princess of The Iron Throne and current heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Member of House Baratheon of King's Landing, daughter of King Robert 'The Usurper', and younger sister of King Tommen 'The Kind'.
In the Gardens of Highgarden, The Reach.
Myrcella would seem reassured as the Targaryen King led her away from the others, relaxing her shoulders slightly. She would remain silent as they entered the flower gardens, strolling down the path.
"No Ser, Prince Doran and his trueborn family have treated me well- although I fear the Sand Snakes, as their contempt for my family and desire to kill anyone who flies a golden lion on any part of their sigil is frighteningly clear- although they have never harmed me." Myrcella would say. Her lips would curl into a smile as Aegon mentioned Trystane.
"Yes," She would say. "That is correct. My Grandfather betrothed me to Trystane and married my brothers to Q- Lady Margary in an attempt to secure your loyalty. I imagine that you know how that went for poor Ser Oakheart when you came." Myrcella would say, testing to see how much blame she could rest on her captor before hitting the limits of his tolerance.