"There seem to be many a rumour about his Grace. There must be more to him than his martial prowess. You were both raised here in the North, haven't you met him before?" Myrcella asked carefully and absentmindedly lifted her hand to where her left ear used to be. Alas, it was long gone now, and she settled for playing with one of her golden locks. It would be good if she could mentally prepare herself beforehand. She knew of Lord Eddard Stark's bastard but had never actually seen him during her visit to the seat of House Stark. Her mother would never allow her to associate with baseborn, son of a high lord or not. But now things seem to have turned around. He was the royalty, and she- the bastard.