Myrcella's POV
Today was the day.
The first expedition for the heroes was finally happening.
From the moment I woke up, that thought sat heavily in my chest, like a stone I couldn't quite swallow. This expedition wasn't just some routine mission or ceremonial outing—it was meant to be their training. Their first real step into the world of blood, fear, and uncertainty. Their first genuine experience with battle, not sparring matches or controlled exercises, but something real. Something that could hurt them. Something that could kill them.
It would be the first time they were ever subjected to something like this.
On the surface, I told myself I wasn't worried. I repeated it again and again, like a mantra meant to keep my thoughts in order. The heroes were strong—exceptionally so, even compared to trained knights. And they weren't going alone. There would be many people accompanying them, people who were more than capable of protecting them if things went wrong.
