Fury And Pride | Myrcella Baratheon x Male!OC Fanfiction | Game Of Thrones AU

Lion's Tooth

When the men returned from the hunt, Steffon came to Myrcella at once. He brought her some wildly grown winter roses from the Wolfswood. In front of Lady Sansa, Steffon knelt on one knee and handed Myrcella the wild winter rose.

"What a rare sight to witness." Old Nan said. She squinted her eyes, leaning in to look closely, whether at the two royal children or the wild winter rose.

Myrcella giggled as she had been washed away with glee. She never thought having Steffon back in her life again would be this exciting.

"Aren't you siblings?" Sansa asked, and the prince nearly faltered.

"We are, and Myrcella is the most dear to me, my lady." Steffon answered, feigning chivalry.

He kissed the back of hers own hand as well, causing the redhead to blush nearly as red as her hair.

Sansa curiously looked at the two pair of siblings. "Robb is unfortunately not as warm to me as you are with your sister, my Prince."

Steffon did not know what to reply to the redheaded girl's statement, whether she was skeptical of his sibling relationship with Myrcella or not, for he deemed it did not matter.

"Arya is lucky to be betrothed to you." Sansa added, smiling in envy.

Last night, Lord Stark had been made the new Hand of The King, and Sansa Stark had been betrothed to Prince Joffrey, and Arya Stark had been betrothed to Prince Steffon.

Steffon gave her a smile which has made many girls back in Lannisport near to faint. "You would be Joffrey's queen once he ascends our father's throne, my Lady, and you're sure to be happier than being my Lady of the Rock."

Such flattery made Sansa cover her tomato-red face with the cloth she was knitting.

Myrcella giggled at seeing the redheaded girl become so easily flustered, but she couldn't deny her dark-haired brother was charming.

"My Prince, if you please, this is Lady Sansa's private chamber!" Old Nan scolded him.

Steffon chuckled. "Forgive me. In that case, we must go then, Myrcella."

"Huh?" Myrcella blurted out. It took her a moment to notice Steffon had already reached out his hand for her to take. She had been a mere spectator of the conversation, and now that she had been noticed. For some reason, his shaggy curls of dark hair looked quite adorable in the North's dreary climate.

"I need you to cheer for me when I beat the heir to Winterfell, Myrcella." Stated Steffon, his tone still that of velvet.

"B-Beat the heir to Winterfell? With what?" Myrcella felt sweat accumulating at the nape of her neck. Was he going to do something dangerous to Robb Stark, for reasons unknown to her?

By 'beat the heir to Winterfell', Steffon meant it as playful banter, and he actually meant it as a challenge to beat Lord Stark's eldest son in a wooden sword fight.

On their way out of the narrow tunnels of Winterfell, they met Robb Stark, who was the apparent betrothed of Myrcells when she comes of age.

The boy was comely, with his mother's Tully red hair and his father's Stark grey eyes, as comely as Steffon even, and Myrcell couldn't help but to blush when she saw the heir to Winterfell was only wearing his trousers, exposing the bareness of his chest.

The secondborn prince stood between them, putting on his fiercest snarl. "Heir to Winterfell, I hereby challenge you to a spar, as Heir to Casterly Rock!"

Robb's bastard brother, Jon Snow, snickered from behind him, who was a shy boy who barely talked to anyone, but Steffon found him to his liking.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline, Steffon. Father has summoned me to his study." Said Robb. To call Steffon by his first name was a honor given only to those allowed, most his friends and loved ones, and now one of them were Robb.