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

Rosamund

In 296 AC, Prince Steffon meets his potential betrothed, Rosamund Lannister, during her eight nameday, in her family's manse at Lannisport.

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Steffon had learned as much from his lord grandfather. He has also learned how not to awaken the Old Lion's wrath, not by simply being obedient or diligent, but by knowing how to be shrewd at the right timing. His choking, it would be the last punishment he received from the Old Lion, he would make sure of it.

"You've been invited to a nameday." Tywin said, putting his quill pen down, letting Steffon know the matter was urgent. "The nameday of Rosamund Lannister, a daughter of an esteemed merchant, and a distant cousin of yours and mine."

A potential candidate for whom I shall marry, I suppose, Steffon thought, his arms crossed behind his back.

"You will go to Lannisport on my behalf, and you will get to know her and see if she is fit to be your wife someday."

Steffon didn't want to come alone, and so he brought his Uncle Tyrion, and as per required by Tywin, a pair of Lannister men-at-arms. The two had been the light of the party then, singing with surprising abilities much thanks to fine Arbor wine.

In the nameday celebration, Steffon had met his distant cousins in the House Lannister of Lannisport. He has to say, he has never seen a room full of fair-haired people before. Not only that, but they seemed to be able to read him like an open book.

However cordial they were to him, they weren't treating Tyrion the same without a hint of animosity to his physical appearance. Steffon is glad that Tyrion is most understanding of how people look at him, even when it's those of his own kin.

Steffon would be then introduced to the nameday celebrant, Rosamund Lannister. Only a year younger than Steffon, she bore the Lannister looks with straight yellow hair and green eyes. A dance was requested from the Heir of Casterly Rock, to which Steffon felt honored so as not to refused.

Steffon hadn't danced with anyone before. He wasn't taught but he did know how to move one's body to the tune the minstrel was playing.

"That song sounds familiar," Steffon commented as he led the young Lannister girl around the dance floor.

"It's Jenny of Oldstones. My favorite," Rosamund replied.

Steffon knew about the story behind the song. The song was sung by none other than Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, whom Steffon's father hated and killed, and came to hate the entirety of the House of The Dragon. "Duncan Targaryen was foolish to have given up the Crown for a dancing mad girl like Jenny." He muttered, his charming mask loosening.

"It's not foolish, my Prince." The girl debated. "It is romantic. Jenny might have been a dancing mad girl but it is what made her catch the eye of the Dragon prince."

Knowing their words were only for the two of them to hear, Steffon decided to speak freely and tease. "Of course, you and every other girl would find that romantic, when truly it was stupid and proved to have been a disgrace to the Targaryens at the time..."

Rosamund's face was hardening the more Steffon seems to speak his opinion regarding whatever she says.

"Are you already betrothed to someone, my Prince?"

Steffon decided to use his charms for once. "No. Care to volunteer, my Lady?"

The girl blushed a faint rosy red, giggling abruptly. "Why, I would be most happy to!"