The wind was warm and heavy as Princess Myrcella Baratheon stepped off the ship that had carried her from King's Landing to the shores of Dorne. Her golden curls fluttered in the breeze as she adjusted her pale green gown, the fabric swishing around her ankles. Her heart raced slightly with excitement and nervousness, for this was her first time in the hot, dry land of Dorne.

Ser Arys Oakheart, her Kingsguard protector, stood beside her, ever watchful. He had been quiet since the journey began, but his presence was a steady comfort to her. As they approached the gates of Sunspear, she could feel the heat of the desert creeping into her skin, but she smiled softly, trying to appear calm.

"Welcome to Dorne, Your Highness," Arys said, his voice steady but soft.

Myrcella nodded, her emerald eyes taking in the strange landscape. "Thank you, Ser Arys. It is... different than I imagined."

Ahead, she saw Prince Trystane Martell, the young man she was promised to, waiting for her with a polite smile. His family had some bad blood with House Lannister, and she hoped their bond would grow despite that Still, there was much to learn in this foreign land, and Myrcella couldn't help but feel the weight of expectations pressing on her shoulders. She curtsied to him.

"Greetings my prince, I am fortunate to meet you on such a fine day."