The Next Morning

That next morning you wake up quickly, your memories of the previous night flashing through your mind. You quickly dress yourself before proceeding towards the castle's grand entrance.

You see Lady Myrcella standing alone, smiling, wearing a tight fitting gown of red and yellow silk.

"John!" she squeals, "I am excited to see you've arrived for our journey."

"Of course, my lady - I would not have dared been late."

"Very good," she replies, "now then, our items have already been packed, so all that is left is for you to accompany me to our carriage."

You take Myrcella by her hand, walking with her towards the large, waiting carriage. A man-at-arms opens the door, and the two of you walk inside.

Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the splendor - gold leaf adorns the interior walls, a shelf of books is present, and there are two beds placed within.

"Lady Myrcella, this is..."

"Wonderful, isn't it? I so dreaded long journeys with father when I was younger - with this I have some enjoyment at least," she finishes, smiling at you.

As you sit down on your bed, watching Myrcella start to read, you think to yourself that you really have made the right decision.