Walk into Myrcella's Court

As you walk in, the first thing that strikes you is the sheer wealth on display - on every wall, paintings hang, adorned with frames of gold and silver. Banners of every house sworn to the Stormlands, large and small. You saw green turtles, white owls, and black crows. And then, turning to the front of the court, the largest banner of all, the arms of House Baratheon of Storm's End, the crowned black stag and golden lion combatant. Underneath the banner was a fine chair, once again adorned in gold and silver, with red rubies across its back.

And now, finally, you see the woman you are to serve, the Lady Paramount, Myrcella Baratheon. And you know now that the stories and tales of her beauty were true. To you, she was the Maiden made flesh, her golden hair gently cascading down to her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling like emeralds in the fiery light. Her face was the very image of beauty, much like her mother, but lacking in the cruelty many had said characterized her features. Her red gown clung tight to her body, revealing her shoulders and neckline.

As she turned towards you, you looked at Shireen and quickly followed her example, kneeling to Myrcella.

"Rise, cousin," you hear her command from the throne, a playful lilt characterizing her voice, "who is this man you bring to me?"

"This is John," Shireen replies, "he has come to serve as a royal envoy in your court, by order of Queen Margaery. He also performed admirably in defending your convoy from attack by highwaymen."

"Well then John, I suppose I must extend my gratitude towards you then. You have already served the Stormlands faithfully. Rise then, and let me see your face."

You stand up, cautiously, looking up into Myrcella's face, your brown eyes meeting her green. Though without cruelty, there was something other than just royal beauty behind them, whether a certain lust or mischievousness, you were intrigued.

She smiled, "Well, I am glad to welcome you to my court. One of my guards should be showing you to your chambers shortly, and tomorrow you will be able to begin your work here when I hold court."

"Thank you, my lady," you reply, bowing your head, before leaving the court at the behest of one of the guards.

"I will guide you to your chambers now sir," he says, leading you deeper into the castle.

You quickly arrive at your room, where the guard leaves you. It is simple, but still larger that what you had as a peasant. A bed and privy and window facing the sea, along with dressers and chairs was good enough for you. When you looked around, you found that it had already been prepared with clothing for you to wear as well.

You quickly stripped out of your day clothes and into nightwear, before falling into a dreamless sleep.