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

Joffrey's Visit

The next day, Myrcella was in her chambers with her handmaidens, a group of young girls who were there to help her get ready and attend to her needs. They huddled around in the form of a circle, and they were singing a soft about Jonquil and Florian, their voices blending together in a soothing harmony.

One of the girls was strumming a harp, adding a melodic background to the song, while another was teaching the princess how to embroider.

A loud crash interrupted the peaceful scene in Myrcella's chambers as Joffrey burst through the door, a wide grin on his face and Tommen trailing behind him. The girls around Myrcella gasped in surprise, their song coming to an abrupt halt.

Sandor, the Hound, who had been standing guard outside the door, shot Joffrey a stern look but made no move to intervene. Instead, he stayed outside, leaning against the wall and watching the scene unfold.

"Little sister! I've got a secret to tell you!" Joffrey proclaimed loudly, striding into the room with all the confidence of a spoiled prince. Tommen trailed behind him, a look of trepidation on his face.

Myrcella looked up from her embroidery, her shoulders sagging in disinterest.

"Mother told me," Joffrey grinned. "And I think you should know as well, how Steffon whored and drank every night whilst he was warding in the Westerlands, none other than with our imp uncle! Ha!"

"That sounds like a lie, Joffrey," Myrcella stammered, her eyes darting to the handmaidens around her, who were listening to the conversation with wide-eyed curiosity.

"I believe it," Joffrey replied. "Our dear brother is quite the debaucher, and I wouldn't be surprised if he turned his desires towards you!"

A chill run down her spine. She had never heard her eldest brother speak this way before, and the thought of Steffon being capable of such things was unnerving, though hardly believable.

"Steffon's not like that," Myrcella said but her voice came out small.

Her eldest brother chuckled at her unsure denial, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Suit yourself. But I'd advise you to stay away from him. Who knows what he might do in a drunken stupor?" With that, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, Tommen scampering after him. Sandor, the Hound, glanced into the room briefly before following them.

Myrcella sat silently in her chair, her mind racing. Despite her strong beliefs what she had just heard were half-truths, Joffrey's words were still able to plant seeds of doubt in her heart to be sure.

Was her brother really capable of such horrible things? She knew he had changed since his time in Casterly Rock, as in he has grown into a promising young man of two and ten, with the looks and charm of a prince, but his outrageous drunken and whoring revelries?

Her handmaidens were watching her closely.

"Please don't repeat what you heard." Myrcella pleaded.

The handmaidens nodded quickly, their eyes wide and worried. Gossip could spread so easily in the Red Keep, and they would do well not to be the ones responsible for starting it.

A short moment later, the door opened again, this time more softly, as the Lannister queen and her twin brother both stepped into the room. Cersei's sharp eyes swept over Myrcella's pale face, taking in the aftermath of Joffrey's visit.

Myrcella was relieved that Cersei might be able to handle Joffrey, and she hoped her mother's presence would help soothe the situation.

Seeing the frown etched on her daughter's face, Cersei bid the handmaidens their leave.