As she fell to the ground, the princess felt a sharp pain in her elbows and tears started swimming in her eyes. But the sounds of fighting drew closer and dread filled her heart. She didn't want to stay here. Gritting her teeth, Myrcella stood up and started running back towards the docks as fast as her dress allowed her. She could see the Martell retinue far in the distance, and they were only getting further away. She was only fourteen name days old and as a princess, she never was allowed or had needed to run in her life before. It was a small miracle that she only slipped and fell once more, bruising her knees and hands in the process.