Flirt with Myrcella

You sit in silence for several minutes, just watching Myrcella read, before deciding that you ought to take some measure of advantage of this opportunity. You clear your throat, distracting her from her reading as she looks to you, tilting her head slightly.

"Lady Myrcella," you start, with a grin, "have I yet told you how that dress looks on you?"

She smiles in response, "Not as of yet Ser John."

"You look radiant - the man who designed it must have been a genius, to envision how it frames your body, showing your every curve."

She blushes suddenly, looking down, "Well, that is quite the compliment."

"I-" just as you open your mouth, you are suddenly interrupted by an arrow embedding itself in the wall, just inches from your face.

Bandits!

"Lady Myrcella, get down!" you shout to her, grabbing a sword from the wall, as she crouched behind you. You waited, hearing the sounds of battle outside, the fighting getting closer, arrows striking the carriage. Then finally, one of the bandits was upon you.

"You're one of those foolish knights who protects ladies like her," he said, an arrogant sneer across his face, "risking your life to protect a woman who would care not one bit if you died in her service." You feel Myrcella's grip tighten on the back of your legs, her anger at his words apparent.

"I protect the innocent, and I serve my liege," you respond defiantly, somehow finding the courage within yourself.

"I don't wish to harm you," he says, his eyes scanning your face, and you come to understand that he has somehow realized the lowborn circumstances of your birth, "so I will give you a choice. Fight me now and you will die, and we will, all hundred of us outlaws, take our turns with the lady you died to protect. Or," he says, a gleam in his eye, "join us, and you can keep the woman for your own."