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

Trident River

In the cold morrow, Myrcella dined with her family in the banquet hall of Winterfell, Robert and Steffon were absent, and one of Joffrey's eye was badly bruised as he was breaking his fast without a word.

He must have gotten punished by their father for what he did to Steffon yesterday, Myrcella assumed, and she was glad her Uncle Tyrion was able to join them, sharing to them that he will be departing with them to travel to the Wall up north and, 'to piss on the other side'.

How Myrcella loved the shrewd humor of her favorite uncle. However, her mother did not, and so Myrcella and Tommen obediently followed closely behind her back to their chambers to pack for King's Landing.

"GAAAAHHH!!!" There was screaming coming from Steffon's chambers, but Cersei did not care about her second son's agony, and decided to head back to her designated quarters. Myrcella stopped walking, stormed by thoughts whether to go to her room, or to her dark-haired brother.

She chose the latter, until See Arys stepped in front of her, herding her away. "Not so fast, Princess."

Myrcella pulled his arm away. "Let me go, Ser! My brother is in pain."

"Myrcella!" Cersei yelled over Steffon's sounds of pain. "Come here, now."

Myrcella persevered and managed to get away from Ser Arys's grasp. She lifted her skirts and ran as fast as she could.

King Robert was in the room, watching with his childhood friend, Lord Stark, as his favorite boy laid on his stomach in bed. Steffon was biting down on a leather belt and the slash wound across his back was being burned by pincers.

"AAAHHHHH!!!" Steffon's screams were muffled by the belt and Myrcella was too horrified to take another step forward. After a moment, his eyes rolled back and he loses consciousness from the pain.

Out of nowhere, Ser Arys came and picked Myrcella up in his arms, causing the princess to be the next one to be screaming. "NO! LET ME GO! LET ME-"

"Just let the girl go, Arys." Robert said, rolling his eyes. He must have been getting tired already of hearing his children's screaming so early in the day.

Myrcella ran towards her father and clung onto the stout man's cape. Myrcella whimpered as the Maester of Winterfell continued to burn the slash wound on Steffon's back, so to close it up and prevent anymore drainage of blood. It was gruesome to look at, and to see Steffon's peaceful face made Myrcella cry.

She would never forgive her oldest brother, no matter how much their mother wanted her to. It was a fair spar and Joffrey must have been intemperate of how Steffon kept winning, how Steffon kept telling him to yield.

Yes, that was it! Myrcella discovered. Joffrey does not like being subservient...

The royal court stayed longer in Winterfell than they intended. Robert didn't want to leave Steffon behind and he meant to bring him back to King's Landing, else the Lion of Lannister arrives and steals his son away again.

How Steffon became the heir to Casterly Rock, Myrcella did not know, and she wondered if her mother might have gotten involved. Myrcella knew Cersei hated Robert, despite their marriage being political, and it would make sense if she hated their only black-haired son with a passion, so much so, that she would let Tywin have Steffon carry the Lannister name once he inherits the Rock and the Westerlands, if it meant never having to see him again.

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"You are here again." Robert laughed boisterously upon the sight of his daughter sitting on the side of the bed as Steffon, still unconsciousness and laid on his back, was getting his wound cleaned by Luwin, the Maester of Winterfell and a loyal servant to House Stark.