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

Father And Son

The room was massive, decorated with expensive tapestries and fine carpets. There were several whores lounging on plush cushions, scantily clad and looking more than willing to entertain the king.

Robert Baratheon sat on his throne-like chair, a large goblet of wine in his hand. He looked up as he saw Steffon enter, a wide smile spreading across his face.

Steffon felt a pang of discomfort as his father spoke. He had always felt like an outsider in the family, the only one with dark hair and dark eyes. He knew the rumors about his true parentage, and he suspected his father knew as well.

But he pushed those thoughts aside and approached his father, his heart beating faster. "Father," he said, bowing his head in greeting.

Robert chuckled, his voice booming through the room.

He took a long swig of wine. "I wanted to speak with you, my son. We haven't had much time to spend together, have we?"

It was true. Ever since he returned to King's Landing, he had been closer to Myrcella than he had ever been to his father, nor amongst his direct family members. Robert tried to invite his second son to many events such as the Hand's Tourney, but often times Steffon was not available to attend, either because he had been ill or he preferred to be with Myrcella.

"No, we have not," the boy admitted. "But I am here now, Father. What is it that you wish to speak about?"

Robert motioned for Steffon to sit next to him, gesturing towards a nearby chair. As Steffon sat, a few of the whores began to approach, attempting to flirt with the young man. He gave them a dismissive wave of his hand, and they backed off, pouting.

Steffon felt a mixture of relief and curiosity as he watched the whores retreat. He had never been comfortable around them, and he was glad that his father had sent them away.

Robert leaned back in his chair, taking another sip of wine.

"We've pissed the mighty Tywin, you and I," he said, his voice serious. "Pissed that I've betrothed you to Arya Stark without his knowledge, and now he's decided to relinquish your inheritance on that blasted Rock."

Steffon felt a pang of shock and anger at his father's gruff words. He had never known that Tywin was not happy with the betrothal, but he had a sense that he did, and he hadn't realized the extent of the Old Lion's control until now.

He who promised the king's son he would inherit, he who took it all back without starting a civil war but the grumbles of a drunkard.

The boy asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "Then would Tommen be his new heir?"

Robert grunted, his expression souring.

"Aye, that's exactly what he's done. He's named Little Tom in lieu, knowing full well that I don't like it. He's a cunning old lion, that one."

Steffon felt a surge of unease at the thought of being disinherited, but he had expected it from the moment his father betrothed him to Arya Stark.

This would sure to add fuel to the fire, Steffon thought.

"The Heir to the Stormlands is still vacant, Gods help us all." Robert said in annoyance.

Steffon felt a pang of relief at his father's words. There was still the Stormlands to inherit, right? He still had a chance to claim that side of the family despite Casterly Rock being better, in spite of its mines and economy. And he had completely forgotten about Renly's prior offer.

Robert let out a hearty laugh, slapping Steffon on the back.

"He's told me he's offered you, yes, and you've yet to give an answer," he said, his voice gruff. "It's about time you did..."