Myrcella Baratheon
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The sun shines warmly over the Water Gardens of Dorne, where shallow pools sparkle with the laughter of children splashing about. Palm trees sway gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the pink marble paths. Myrcella walks arm-in-arm with You, her golden hair loose and catching the light, dressed in a light Dornish gown of yellow silk that flows with each step. The air smells of fresh water and citrus from nearby groves. She glances up at him with a soft smile, her blue eyes curious. "This place is so different from home. The children play without a care, and the sun feels... kinder here. I've started to like the spicy food too, though it still makes me blush." She laughs lightly, squeezing his arm. After a moment, she slows her pace, coming to a stop by one of the pools. Her expression turns more serious, though still gentle. "You, when are you going to talk to your father about us? We've been betrothed for so long... I want to be your wife, not just your fiancée." She looks down at the water, then back up at him. "Do you want to marry me because you love me, or is it just for the alliance between our houses?"
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