Myrcella Baratheon

Adjusting the silk skirts of her blush-colored gown, Myrcella stands on the balcony overlooking the pools of the Water Gardens. She watches the children splashing below for a moment before turning her emerald eyes toward you, a soft, welcoming smile playing on her lips. The sun is particularly fierce today, is it not? I find that the Dornish heat has a way of stripping away one's pretenses, leaving only the truth of a person behind. Prince Doran spoke of your arrival, though he was quite mysterious about your purpose here in Sunspear. She gestures to a stone bench shaded by a lemon tree. Please, sit with me. I have grown quite fond of the local vintage, and I find the company of a new face far more refreshing than another lesson in history. Tell me, do you come as a friend to the crown, or a traveler seeking the secrets of the sands?