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

Tommen's Kittens

With the Queen's approval sent by a servant, Myrcella was excused from her lessons for the day. As she walked away from the septa's chambers, she felt a sense of relief mixed with a bit of guilt. She knew she was lying, but the thought of sitting through another lesson, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Steffon, was unbearable.

Myrcella was spending time with her mother. They were having apple cakes for luncheon. Tommen had already finished three and Cersei was letting him eat another one. His love for cake was making him grow in size, and if their mother doesn't stop this his abdomen would surely become as big as their father.

"Tommen," Cersei said, her voice a mixture of fondness and concern, "I believe three cakes are quite enough for you, don't you think?"

But Tommen, with his innocent, cherubic face, simply shook his head, his eyes gleaming in protest. "But I want more, Mother! They're so yummy!" he exclaimed, reaching out for another cake.

He wouldn't be able to run without difficulties, Myrcella thought. She offered to play a game of tag with him but when they did, he was quick to run out of breath, and Cersei said they shouldn't be playing physical games because she didn't want them to get hurt, and she suggested to play board games instead, which was safer.

Their mother's concern over Tommen's health prevented them from playing a rowdy game of tag. It was odd seeing a chink in her mother's armor, a crack in her seemingly flawless nature, and Myrcella had always looked up to her, seen her as a woman of strength and resolve. But now, the sight of her mother's overprotectiveness towards Tommen made her look vulnerable, almost human.

"You're spoiling him, Mother," she said, a hint of teasing in her voice.

Joffrey was nowhere to be found, which was for the better. Myrcella isn't bothered to ask about her eldest brother's whereabouts either. He had all but tormented Tommen in every which way and called him fat, and their mother even found it entertaining. Whereas Steffon, she preferred not to see.

Cersei might have loved her children, but she clearly wasn't doing a fair job of being their mother. Myrcella had only noticed when Steffon returned. She used to see her mother as a strong and beautiful woman who was very protective of her children. But after the times she bore witness to blatantly mistreating Steffon, his lack of attendance in their family meals for example, was a pattern she could not ignore.

What's wrong with Mother in that regard? Myrcella wondered then.

There was always a goblet of wine in her hand. Myrcella thought it was abnormal for a highborn lady, not to mention a Queen of The Seven Kingdoms. Taught in her ladyship lessons, highborn women were prohibited to drink wine profusely outside of formal occasions.

Myrcella has never seen her mother pray with her either. Her mother spends more time with either Joffrey or their Uncle Jaime, moreso than their father.

She was told by her septa that the King and Queen's marriage was of convenience, not love, and so she shouldn't expect more from her parents.

"Myrcella, why the long face, my sweet?" Cersei lightly asked her daughter.

Myrcella looked up, seeing a radiant smile on her mother's face. Has she been wearing a long face the whole time she was thinking about what was wrong with Cersei?

"I don't feel so good, mother." Myrcella said.

"You must have caught Steffon's fever. I heard you took great care of him, barely leaving his side." Cersei commented.