Myrcella picked up the letter and saw from the handwriting that it was from Tommen. She wondered what her brother had to say. She hoped he was well, and that Joffrey hadn't started picking on him again. Especially since Mother would never protect him from Joffrey which was something that she never understood. Joffrey was not someone that deserved to be admired. He was a monster and had always been a monster.
She pushed that thought to one side and opened the letter and read.
Dearest sister,
I hope you're well and that Winterfell is not too cold.
Things here are much the same but there has been some change.
The golden one has started acting out.
I do not know why and when, but I feel that he is going to act on his impulses.
Be careful please.
Your loving brother
Tommen
Myrcella put the letter down and frowned. She had expected more news from her brother about his adventures with Bran but this was a warning and a clear one. It wasn't in code, at least not the code they had learned together-one that their uncle Renly had taught them-but she knew nobody would quite understand what he was talking about.
She did though. Joffrey. Their brother, their curse, he was going to do something. Joffrey had always been jealous of her and Tommen. Of their connection with each other and with their father. He had been kept isolated by mother, only hers and never anyone else's. But Joffrey also tried to disguise that jealousy with something worse. Something verging on cruelty. She remembered what he had done to Tommen's cat. And she remembered how father had reacted when Joffrey had shown it to him.
"What are you planning, Joffrey?" Myrcella murmured to herself, and she folded Tommen's letter up and put it into a bag by her side.
She picked up the second letter and saw that her name was written in smart and small handwriting. She smiled; Sansa had clearly listened to her.
The courtyard was bustling. Myrcella had said her goodbyes to her father and brother, mother was with Uncle Jaime and Joffrey was off doing gods alone knew what.
Myrcella had found Sansa with Lady, the direwolf had come and stood next to Myrcella as she and Sansa had hugged.
When they pulled apart, Myrcella kept Sansa close and whispered. "I know you are looking forward to going south, sister, but please be safe."
"I will be. I do not think that Joffrey will harm me." Sansa replied with such sincerity in her eyes.
Myrcella exhaled, she wanted to protect her, but knew that the girl needed to know the truth. "Joffrey is many things, but he is not nice, Sansa. Remember that when you are with him. He will act nice, and he will say all these sweet things. But he will eventually show you who he is."
Sansa frowned. "What do you mean?"
Myrcella exhaled. "Just keep an eye out and if you ever feel the need, write to me. You can always write to me."
Sansa nodded.
Clearly, Sansa had listened.
She opened the letter and read.
Dearest Sister,
I hope this letter finds you well.
King's Landing is as beautiful as you said it would be. There is so much to see. We visited the Dragon Pit yesterday and Bran and Arya have been visiting the undercroft. They claimed to have found Vhagar's dragon skull!
Myrcella snorted that would be quite the achievement given that Father had kept that buried deep inside the Keep.
I take kindly to your last conversation and have come now seeking help.
Things have gotten bad. It no longer seems like a knight is there. Only a beast.
I am scared.
I do not know how to deal with this.
Please help.
Your beloved sister
Sansa
Myrcella put the letter down and exhaled. Joffrey revealing his true colours and in such a manner as this. This was not going to end well. She needed to find a way to help Sansa and to help her quickly.
She still remembered what had happened to that one girl Joffrey had had a infatuation with last year. The girl had been found in a ditch outside the Keep when she had rejected her brother's gift.
She could not allow that to happen to Sansa.
She picked up the quill and a piece of paper and began drafting a response. As she wrote the angrier, she got. How dare Joffrey do these things. How dare he think that being a Prince allowed him to get away with this. She would see him hang for this somehow. She would…
A draft entered the room and she frowned. "Robb is that you?"
No answer.
"Can you close the door please?"
No answer.
She looked up and there before her was a figure drenched in sweat, a dagger glinting in his hand.