Myrcella blinked uncertainly. She did not expect that question at all. Did she miss Cersei? Maybe a little. Truthfully, she missed her little brother way more than her mother. After all, Cersei never really spent any time with her or Tommen over her precious golden boy. She had little desire to go back south only to be shipped off to a distant place to marry a stranger again. It might have been cold here, but she was free to do whatever she wanted.