Myrcella felt lost.
The clamor of King's Landing outside the window and the scrape of the guards' armor down the corridor seemed to fall away from Myrcella at that moment.
All that remained in her world was the relentless ringing deep in her ears.
Not Robert Baratheon's daughter.
Her child with Jaime.
Lion's blood, not that stupid stag's.
Every word shattered everything she had believed all these years.
"Ha ha ha."
Myrcella laughed.
She looked at Cersei before her.
At Cersei's face, twisted by utter madness yet possessed of a sickly beauty.
At that moment, Cersei was no longer the lofty Queen in her eyes, no longer the mother who had left her consumed by shame and rage.
She was an accomplice.
An accomplice who had dragged her into the abyss from birth, who shared with her a secret that could set the entire Kingdom ablaze!
Suddenly, Myrcella understood.
She understood so many details she had never considered closely before.
Why Joffrey was so cruel and tyrannical.
There was not a trace of House Baratheon's bold spirit in his bones, only the coldness and arrogance of a Lannister.
Why she and both her brothers had inherited their mother's dazzling golden hair.
Yet not one of them had inherited Robert's distinctive black hair.
Why Jaime always looked at her with such affection.
Whenever she had a problem, he was the first to help, whether she needed to find a puppy or buy sweets. He always did it himself...
Myrcella suddenly felt so stupid.
She had noticed all these things that were wrong long ago.
She should have known long ago.
Her pathetic life had been a complete and utter lie from the moment she was conceived.
A... filthy secret.
"Do you understand now?"
Cersei's voice pulled Myrcella back from the brink