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

Moonblood

The morrow of Steffon's departure arrived with a grey, rain-soaked sky. The weather reflected the somber mood that had settled over King's Landing like a cloak. The rain poured down unrelenting, the droplets hitting the cobblestones with a constant pitter-pattering sound. The city streets were almost deserted, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by the steady rhythm of raindrops.

Steffon entered Myrcella's chambers, his footsteps soft on the floor as he made his way to her. The air was thick with a mixture of emotions, the weight of parting heavy in his heart. He found her sitting on a plush chair, her gaze meeting his as he stepped into her space.

When he came into the room, his eyes immediately found Myrcella's, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He sauntered up to her, his steps loose and confident, and bowed low in a theatrical manner.

Myrcella waved her hand dismissively towards her attendants, silently asking them to give her and Steffon a moment alone. The septa and handmaids shared knowing glances, but obediently rose and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind them.

The room seemed suddenly quieter, the hum of the castle fading away into the background as Myrcella's attention turned solely to Steffon. She studied him for a moment, her gaze taking in his young face, the boyishness still evident even as he tried to look serious.

"When I see you again, you'll be Prince of Storm's End," Myrcella said, her voice soft as she took in his appearance. "All dark hair and storm-colored eyes. Just like our father and uncles from Father's side."

Steffon raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Is that your way of calling me comely?"

Myrcella pretended to ponder the question, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Mayhaps," she said with a teasing smile. "You do have a certain charm, I suppose, like Uncle Renly."

Steffon's smirk widened slightly as he leaned in, his lips meeting her cheek in a soft, chaste kiss. His expression was a mixture of boyish charm and quiet affection as he pulled back, looking into her eyes.

"For luck," he said, offering her a charming grin. "So I make it back in one piece. I hear the storms are quite monstrous in the Stormlands, sister."

Myrcella laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She reached out to brush a strand of hair from his face, her fingers lingering against his cheek. "And if you don't make it back in one piece?"

Steffon feigned a grimace, putting a hand to his heart in mock distress. "Well, you'll have to send the entire Kingsguard to bring me back, won't you?"

Myrcella rolled her eyes at his dramatics, stifling a laugh. "Or perhaps I'll personally lead the rescue mission myself," she teased.

As Myrcella continued to jest, a pang of discomfort suddenly shot through her lower stomach, a sharp jolt of pain that took her by surprise. She grimaced, her smile faltering for a moment as she instinctively pressed a hand to her abdomen.

"Are you alright?" Steffon asked, his voice suddenly serious as he noticed her discomfort. He moved closer, his face crinkling in concern as he studied her.

Myrcella forced a smile, waving off his concern. "It's nothing," she said, her voice wavering slightly. "Just a cramp, I think. I must have eaten something that didn't agree with me."

Steffon's expression remained skeptical, his eyes flicking down to where her hand was still pressed against her stomach. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle. "You looked like you were in pain."

Myrcella sighed, realizing he wasn't going to let it go. "It's really nothing," she repeated, her voice softening. "Just a passing discomfort, probably from the stress of... everything. It's nothing to worry about."