Myrcella II Tyrell

Myrcella, 383 AC

Protector of the Realm

Elinor Tyrell

Queen **Myrcella II Tyrell** is the fifth monarch on the Iron Throne under the royal Tyrell dynasty and the second woman to rule it, after Queen Myrcella I Baratheon. She's the daughter of King Alester I Tyrell and his wife, Queen Leona Hightower, as well as the sister of the late King Garlan I Tyrell, and Princess Elinor Tyrell.

## Appearance and Character

In first glance, Myrcella hardly looks like a Queen; instead, she resembles a princess, pretty and soft, like the petals in the gardens she played in as a child. She's short and of a full build, with wide hips and overall round and soft physique. Her hair is a deep brown, as are her eyes, and her skin is fair.

Being raised in the bustling centre of Westeros has left its mark on the young queen. From an early age, she's been conditioned to chase after perfection and continues to do so to this day; she values appearances highly and pays special attention to not be seen as anything other than what honour prescribes. She's soft-spoken, silver-tongued and feels at home in almost any social interaction. She's a good diplomat, always knows what to say and how to hide the true impact of her words.

Yet, for all her feminine attributes, she possesses a spine of steel; capable and intelligent, she's determined to prove to the world that she can be as good as any man. However, like so many of the survivors, Myrcella is plagued by memories of the war and the loss of most of her family. She's sentimental and past-oriented, responsible to the point of too much, filled with repressed sorrow and rage that she keeps under wraps. She's somewhat of a cynic, cautious, despite her genuine wish to see her country recover after the most devastating attempt at invasion yet.

In the whirlwind of having had to grow up too fast, there is a softer, youthful side to her as well. She's a romantic, stuck between the world of a girl and that of a woman; woefully inexperienced in the adult side of things, which she views as a flaw, she clings onto the girlish part of it all while completely disregarding the other, no matter how much it comes back to retaliate. New terrains make her nervous and cut away at her confidence, though not to the point of not being able to fight it.

Despite all that she's gone through, she isn't completely world-weary and knows a lot of things about it only through books and words of others around her.

## History

Myrcella was never meant to be where she is now. She was the third child of King Alester Tyrell and his wife, Queen Leona, but she was the couple's first daughter, preceeded by two brothers. Two years later, her sister Elinor was born.

The life of a princess was pretty pre-destined, especially the one in a family where succession was secure. Myrcella's lot in life was to marry, bear heirs, and the best she could hope for (and demand no less) was marrying into the highest echelon of nobility. Yet, that didn't mean she couldn't have a considerable education; she showed interest in languages and had proven herself to be quite silvertongued and diplomatic. She also dabbled in building design, alongside the standard education in religion and ladylike pursuits. Myrcella also had a wide range of ladies, many of whom became lady regnants in their own right, like Jirelle Baelish and Rhea Redwyne.

Yet, she knew some people in court were simply humouring her. What else were they to do? Even her own mother sometimes discouraged her assertive attempts in making herself valuable in more than expected ways. Only person who ever valued them the way Myrcella herself did was her eldest brother Garlan, the Crown Prince. He'd even promised that, when he became king, he'd frequently ask for her advice. Myrcella trusted him to do so, and to even make her a worthy match, rather than her rather aloof and melancholic father.

Yet, she was either cursed or blessed, depending on the angle of looking; her father died when she was fourteen years old, and Garlan ascended as King Garlan I. A year later Crown Prince Ormund, aged just sixteen, died, leaving Myrcella as Crown Princess until Garlan sired heirs of his own. And true to his word, he did ask for Myrcella's advice, making her feel included, though she regretted it was under such circumstances.

Myrcella loved her brother dearly. He was gallant and brave, kind and just, a perfect king beloved by many. His reign saw the downfall of Daena Targaryen, with the big contribution by Mace Wildflowers, who she had come to value as the truest friend she ever had.

Garlan died mere moons after the War of the Last Dragon, aged twenty-four, of an illness.

Myrcella was inconsolable. Clad in black, she walked to his funeral, and then to the Iron Throne, though she wasn't to linger there for long. In early 382 AC, she went on a year-long Royal progress, visiting many a city and many a keep in all of the seven realms. She even visited the slayer of Daena, Alaric Seaworth, and rewarded him with dragonbone armour, as well as gathered some of her current ladies in waiting. And when she returned, she named her Small Council, prepared to rule on the ashes of the untimely lost before her.

## Recent history

### 2nd Moon, 383 AC7

Grand feast of 383 AC

The grand tournament of 383 AC

The closing feast of 383 AC

Bullshit (written by /u/BobbyBullAWOIAFRP)

Presenting the Small Council with our findings (written by /u/explosivechryssalid)

If they but listen

Rabies regens

Pretty things (written by /u/LoonyKnife)

Simple prayers (written by /u/KGdaguy)

The realm first (written by /u/bloodandbronze)

Like ripping off a bandaid (written by /u/TruestRose)

### 3rd Moon, 383 AC

Of my dreams embroidered

Of marriage required

I'm only human (written by /u/Dancing\_Cactuars)

Bull's eye (written by /u/gothmilf)

Of news most foul (written by /u/ReachingForSunlight)

Bulwark (written by /u/SonoftheAegis)

## Family tree

*Myrcella I Baratheon, Queen on the Iron Throne*, b.290, d.346 AC

* m. *Willas Tyrell, King Consort*, b.276, d.324 AC
	+ Princess Rosamund Tyrell, b.309 AC
	+ *Tommen II Tyrell, King on the Iron Throne,* b.312, d.351 AC
	+ m. *Dacey Stark, Queen Consort*, b.315, d.358 AC
		- *Alester I Tyrell, King on the Iron Throne*, b.334, d.375 AC
		- m. Leona Hightower, Queen Consort, b.335
			* *Garlan I Tyrell, King on the Iron Throne*, b.357, d.382 AC
			* *Prince Ormund Tyrell*, b.362, d.378
			* **Myrcella II Tyrell, Queen on the Iron Throne**, b.363 AC
			* Princess Elinor Tyrell, b.365 AC
		- *Prince Lyonel Tyrell*, b.338, d.360 AC
		- w. Rylene Florent
			* Mace Wildflowers, b.359 AC
	+ Princess Alerie Tyrell, b.316 AC
	+ *Prince Victor Tyrell,* b.319, d.368 AC
	+ m. Aemma Arryn, b.322 AC
		- *Prince Eldon Tyrell*, b.340, d.380 AC
		- m. Lianna Velaryon, b.343 AC
			* Princess Lyanna Tyrell, b.363 AC
			* Princess Serise Tyrell, b.364 AC
		- w. x
			* Bryan Waters, b.367 AC

## Meta

Point destribution

Skills:

* Linguistics
* Silvertongue
* Networking
* Diplomacy

Mastery:

* Architect

## Quotes

"Everything was so formal and stilted with Myrcella now and even though she understood why it had to be that way she couldn't help but hate it. Myrcella was a monarch and even more than that she was a woman. Any ounce of softness and people would smell blood in the water." - thoughts of Elinor Tyrell

"All the same she maintained her courtesies with grace and decorum. He respected that despite his doubts as to how well she would rule." - thoughts of Arlan Baratheon

"Rhea couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as she looked to Myrcella, there was a warmth her brown hair brought to her features, a simple frame for that smile and eyes that held more memories to Rhea than she admitted. The hue altered as the strands curled and moved, as free as autumn leaves playing in the candle light. She was truly the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms." - thoughts of Rhea Redwyne

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