The darkness in the room seemed oppressive and suffocating now that they were left alone with his demons, and Myrcella felt her heart break for him when his fist slammed against the wall. For a split second she almost regretted telling him -- would it have been kinder to allow him to hold on to his hope that Jeyne was still alive and well? No, she thought as she stood, turning her back to him and wrapping her arms around herself, he would not have wanted that. She would have wanted the same thing, she decided, understanding the pain of losing your loved ones just as intimately as he. Her own expression became pained when he yelled, and it was in this way, standing apart from him, that she hoped to give him a moment of privacy -- realizing that it was what he needed, but when his sentence trailed off, Myrcella found herself looking over her shoulder to him.
"Robb..." There was only the sound of her gown dragging across the wooden floor as she crossed the distance to him, stopping only a few steps away. Myrcella hesitated for a moment then, her green eyes scanning his back, before she lifted a hand and gently placed it on his arm, gently urging him to look at her. "She loved you too." She had to crane her neck so that she could look up at him, a sad smile in her eyes as she said told him what she truly believed. "I think that if she were given the chance to do anything over, that she would have chosen the same fate if it meant knowing you." Myrcella's fingers loosened their hold on his arm, slipping away from the folds of his sleeve as she lifted her hand to touch the side of his face lightly, brushing his cheek the way she would comfort her brother when he was upset. "I believe she knew how much you loved her."
Myrcella knew what it was like to not be able to say goodbye to someone she loved, unable to say goodbye to her mother before the queen was executed for her crimes. It was something that had regretted even more-so than Darkstar's assassination attempt, unable to give her brother the support that she knew he would need. Part of her was grateful for Margaery, that she treated her brother as kindly as he deserved to be, and had been there when she could not. It was different losing a parent than it was losing a loved one -- Robb had lost both -- but then again, she had lost him too. "Even if you were there...our fates are all sealed at the time of our birth. Perhaps you could have made a difference but it is also just as likely that it would remain unchanged." The gods, she had learned, had a cruel sense of humor.