In a few minutes, her lungs felt as if they were on fire and her legs felt heavy, but the River Gate was close. Myrcella's running speed slowed down drastically but she stubbornly preserved and kept on. A minute later she was at the docks, heavily gasping for air. Her eyes were stinging from her dried tears, but to her horror, the ship with the Martell banners had already sailed away and could only be seen in the distance.