Bran had not been expecting Tommen to bring his older sister. Taken aback, Bran stood up and tried to asses the situation. Myrcella was two years older than Bran and Tommen, and also taller than both of them. Her golden blonde hair was long and curled, the beautiful locks cascading down her chest. She is wearing an elegant yellow lace dress, which quite conservatively covers her slim body. She looks quite defensive, her eyes almost daring Bran to step out of line. Though past this steely exterior she seemed vulnerable, even scared. She was standing between Bran and Tommen, almost protectively.
"Hello, my lady," Bran said lamely, not sure what was going on.
"What do you know!" She growled, staring daggers at the poor Stark. There was no doubt she was Cersei's daughter.
"Myrcella!" Tommen complained, but he was silenced by a similarly sharp look.
"I have no idea what's going on!" Bran argued, throwing his hands in the air. "Tommen just told me to wait here."
"See!" Tommen exclaimed, pulling on Myrcella's arm. "Now can we just sit down and talk about it!"
"No, this was a stupid idea!" Myrcella snaps at her brother, then turns once again to face Bran. "Leave, Stark! My brother shouldn't have asked you to come here."
"It's my room!" Tommen yelped, "I can invite whoever I want! Look, Bran please stay. Let's just talk!"
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