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Myrcella had never seen the Eyrie before. It was large and vast and high up in the mountains. The travel to get here had even frightened the girl, but knowing she was accompanied by her mother and younger brother Tommen, she knew she had little to fear, if not the Little Lord himself.
Robin was the new Lord of the Eryie now, now that his father Jon Arryn had tragically died, and that had been their reason for coming, or so her Lady mother had said, to pay respects to his wife and because it was expected. And while Cersei went off to deal with matters of importance that didn't involve children, Myrcella was put to accompany Robin.
"Oh I've got a dolly like that at home."
Myrcella gave a sweet smile to the boy, moving to lift the doll off the floor, it was wooden and in the clothing of a Knight. However, just as she clasped her fingers around the figure to take a look, the little Lord yelped as though someone had trodden on his foot, to which she dropped the toy at once.
"I-I'm sorry... Are you all right?"