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

To Kill Someone

Steffon walked down the hallway, his mind elsewhere. He was lost in his thoughts, oblivious to the whispered rumors that were spreading about him.

Suddenly, he heard a couple of servant girls nearby, their hushed voices carrying in the hallway. "Did you hear about Steffon and Joffrey?"

One of the girls nodded, her eyes wide with excitement. "Yes, I heard they've been fighting non-stop since Steffon returned from Casterly Rock."

The other girl leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I heard that he's been bullying Joffrey, almost like he's jealous of him."

This caught Steffon's attention, and his footsteps slowed as he eavesdropped on the conversation.

The first girl nodded, her eyes filled with curiosity. "The whole keepis talking about it. Some even say that Steffon is a scoundrel, acting out because he feels overshadowed by his older brother."

Steffon pushed the rumors aside, trying to ignore the whispers and gossip that followed him. He made his way to the sparring grounds, focused on his practice session with Maxir.

He would arrive at the sparring grounds, the late morrow sun casting a warm glow over the area. He took a deep breath and began to stretch and loosen up, readying himself for the upcoming training session.

He picked up a training sword and swung it a few times, getting a feel for its weight and balance.

Maxir approached Steffon with a sly smile, eyeing him up and down with an almost mocking expression. "So it seems you're the new Rogue Prince now."

Steffon raised an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

Maxir chuckled, his smirk growing wider. "Ah, I see. You haven't heard the whispers, then?"

He leaned against a pillar, crossing his arms over his chest. "People are comparing you to Daemon Targaryen. They're saying you're just like him and they dread for the Realm's future."

Steffon couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the comparison. He had always been fascinated by the history of the Targaryens, and the Rogue Prince was one of his favorite characters in Westerosi history.

He tried to keep his expression neutral, but a flicker of satisfaction passed through his eyes. "Is that so?" he replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Maxir chuckled once more, picking up on Steffon's hidden pride. "Oh, don't pretend you don't like it," he teased. "I can see it in your eyes. You're secretly flattered."

A smirk tugged at the corners of Steffon's lips, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Very well," he replied. "If they want to compare me to the Rogue Prince, let's not disappoint them."

- - -

After stealing some wine from the kitchens, Steffon made his way through the halls of the Red Keep, his mind still swirling with thoughts of his training and the whispers comparing him to Daemon Targaryen.

He rounded a corner and came upon his uncle, Jaime Lannister, standing in an open courtyard, looking lost in thought himself.

"Uncle Jamie," he said, his voice quiet.

Jaime looked up, surprised by the tone in Steffon's voice. He could see the seriousness in the dark-haired boy's storm blue eyes, and knew that whatever he had to say was important.

"There's something I need to ask you," he said, his voice slightly trembling. "Something I need your help with. And I need you to promise you won't tell anyone about it."

Jaime could sense the urgency and fear in Steffon's voice. He knelt down to the boy's level, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.