She had arrived, only to see that the guards in front of Shireen's chamber had increased. Now, there were six of them, all burlier and bigger than yesterday. Half a dozen pairs of cold eyes scrutinised her carefully as she approached the door but wordlessly allowed her entry. Myrcella was still not sure why the king had so easily allowed her to visit her friend. She was well aware that she was, in fact, a hostage. Maybe the king was not so bad after all?