She idly ran a finger through her new scar. Myrcella knew that her beauty was one of her greatest strengths, and now her face was permanently marked by Darkstar's sword, not to mention that one of her ears was gone. Would her mother even care about this at all? Her betrothed, Trystane Martell, had visited her only once since she got the scar and he even then had even left quickly as if she was on fire. She had a long time to contemplate on this, but the only true reason she could think of was that her betrothed wasn't very interested in her anymore, now that her face was marred.