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It had been forever since Myrcella had been home at the Bochanan Estate. What had started as a simple enough race on her horse brought on by spite with Richard Henry the Eighth turned into far more than they had bargained for. Trolls, dwarven cities, portal stones, talking trees, islands in the clouds, quests and even death had been a part of their day to day.
And now by some miracle, she was home.
Myrcella awoke from two full days of sleep, ever thankful to be in her own bed for the first time in months. The down blankets and soft pillows cradled her form that lay nestled in a silk nightgown. This was the ultimate luxury that she had craved for so long.
And now it was finally here.
Word had spread quickly of course, both throughout the Estate as well as through the town. A celebration was to be held that very evening. Preperations were already under way. Myrcella could hear the hustle and bustle outside of her bedchambers, and the various smells of the foods being prepared were hanging in the air. That made her hungry.
Myrcella spotted a cart with a tray of food upon it. No doubt the servant didn't want to wake her. She slid herself up on her bed so that she could sit up against the headboard. Then it wasn't too much of a reach to slide the tray onto her bed. Lifting the lid, she grinned as she found an assortment of sandwiches and cakes. With a bit of a giggle, Myrcella began to eat her small little feast.
Her mind drifted to the celebration for tonight. If no one showed up or if everyone did, it didn't matter. Myrcella was back home with her Mother and even her sister. Her world was now right again.