Myrcella was brought home in the night from her ordeal of being a hostage. The first thing that she did after hugging her parents to death, before hugging the house staff and then out of exhaustion, she collapsed into her bed. She didn't bother to get changed, all that she wanted was her soft bed. How she missed being home. And being safe. Morning came and went. It wasn't until the afternoon that she awoke. But she didn't stir. She didn't want to. Lest she discover that it was all a dream. Her feet were blistered from all the walking that she had done. Bruises were on her arms, her jaw and her legs. It was a rough ordeal, but at least she got to keep her dignity. Myrcella's nose caught the smell of food, her favourite dishes. A mere second later a knock came to her bedroom door. "...Come in..." Hopefully it was her favourite butler.