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

Myrcella To Dorne

Tyrion Lannister was sitting in the small council chamber, a stack of papers and scrolls spread out in front of him. He was buried in his work, his pen scratching across the page as he wrote a letter.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a guard stepped in with a nervous expression. "Milord Hand," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "There's someone here to see you."

Tyrion looked up from his work, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. "Who is it, Bronn?" he asked, setting his pen down.

"It's the princess," the sellsword replied, smirking. "Tried to send her away but she insists on seeing you."

Tyrion's eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. Myrcella? What was she doing here?

Concern and suspicion mixed in his mind, but he pushed them aside and stood up from his chair.

"Bring her in then," he said firmly, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he was feeling inside.

The guard nodded and left the room, returning a few moments later with Myrcella in tow. She looked as beautiful as ever, her golden hair falling in loose waves around her shoulders.

"Myrcella," Tyrion said, his voice soft but firm. "What are you doing here? It's not safe for you to be here."

Myrcella took a deep breath, her eyes brimming with tears. "I've just been told," she said, her voice shaking. "That I've been betrothed to Prince Trystane Martell and will be sent to Dorne in a few days."

Tyrion suppressed a pang of guilt at her words. He had been the one to arrange the betrothal, knowing full well that it would likely come as a shock to Myrcella.

But it had been necessary. The Martells had been a powerful enough house before the war, but now they were more dangerous than ever. It was imperative that they be kept on the side of the crown, even if it meant sacrificing his niece's happiness.

Tyrion took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to justify his actions. "It's for your own good, my sweet niece," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "With the realm in turmoil, it's dangerous for you to remain in King's Landing. You'll be safer in Dorne, away from the fighting and the treacherous politics of the court."

Myrcella let out a shaky breath, her eyes filled with tears. "But... but what about our family?" she asked, her voice breaking slightly. "Steffon is already gone, and now I'm leaving too. I feel like I'm being torn apart, like our family is breaking apart."

Tyrion's heart ached at her words. He knew that she had a point, that the war had already torn their family apart. Robert was gone, Steffon was missing, and now she was being shipped off to Dorne. It felt like they were losing more and more of themselves every day.

But he knew that he had to stay strong for her, to be the voice of reason. "I know it feels that way," he said gently. "But this is for your own safety, Myrcella. You have to trust me."

Myrcella looked up at Tyrion with tear-filled eyes, her lower lip trembling. "I trust you, Uncle," she said quietly. "But I'm scared. I don't know anything about Dorne or the Martells. I don't know what my future holds. It all feels so... uncertain."

"I know it's scary," he said softly, reaching out to give her hand a gentle squeeze. "But you're strong, my sweet niece. Stronger than you know. You will find a place in Dorne, and you will make a life for yourself there."

"I, I suppose you're right," she said, her voice still shaky. "I just... I don't know if I'm ready to leave everything behind, to start over again in a completely new place."

He squeezed her hand again, offering a small smile. "It won't be easy," he admitted. "But sometimes, the most unexpected journeys lead to the greatest destinations."