Talk 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, "if I may ask you a question?"

"Of course John," she replies with a smile.

"How do you do it? You were queen at one point, and now you rule just the Stormlands. And yet you always seem so happy. How is that?"

You had expected her demeanor to shift, but instead she keeps smiling, "I was just a small girl when I came to the throne - surrounded by power-hungry men. Some may say they desire it, but I did not. To tell you the truth," she leans towards you, "I was almost glad when Queen Margaery gave me this seat instead. It is smaller, true, but the people here are loyal and I am older and know better now."

You sit for a moment, just mulling over her answer - you had been striving your whole life, just to become someone, do something, and now you sat across from one who had had everything, and was content to have lost it.

"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 apprarent.

"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."