#crownedinthenoth

“I shan’t pretend like I know much of war,” Myrcella began with a small frown on her lips and a furrowed brow. She had tried to keep her gaze looking down at her torn dress and grazed hands, but eventually her green eyes trailed up to see someone who hardly resembled the Robb Stark she remembered. In her memories he was just a boy; not the ‘King’ who stood before her now. “But I know you need me if you want to get your sisters back-- and I think you know that too. If you didn’t I don’t think I’d be alive right now, would I?”