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

After The War

In 301 AC, King Joffrey Baratheon is assassinated with poisoned wine at his own wedding. Following his demise, his younger sibling, Steffon I Baratheon, ascended the throne and assumed the role of king.

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A young man of six and ten was the resident prisoner of House Frey. For the past two years, spent his days locked away in the cold, damp dungeons of the Twins, suffering under the cruel rule of the treacherous Freys. All sense of time was lost in the dark, dank cell, the boy had been thrust into, the only thing marking the passing of the days being the meager meals of stale bread and water that were brought to him by his captors.

Who was he but an empty shell? Nothing more.

With his prolonged imprisonment in the dungeons, he had been denied any news or information about the events happening outside of the prison walls.

For the past two years, he had been kept in complete ignorance of the world, isolated from any knowledge of what had been happening in the Seven Kingdoms since his capture.

Who was his family? Did he even have one?

The last memory that haunted the boy's mind was the horrific scene of his best friend, Robb Stark, being brutally murdered along with his mother, Catelyn Stark, during the Red Wedding. The traumatic event had taken place right before his eyes, and the image of it still haunted his thoughts every day.

Who were those who loved him dearly?

His mind, hazy, and disoriented.

He struggled to remember even the most basic details about himself, his thoughts consumed by the only thing that still felt real to him, being the image that of his best friend being mercilessly killed, a scene that replayed in his mind over and over again.

Had all but lost sense of his own appearance, and had no idea what he looked like, whether he had grown taller or thinner.

His identity was a distant memory, fading away with every passing moment spent in solitude.

Who, who, who? But an empty shell, a mockery of a man, someone that the Stranger had refused to take.

A sudden noise.

The sound of a key turning in the lock, broke the silence that had filled the cell for so long. Steffon's head snapped up, his eyes straining to see through the darkness as the door creaked open.

His time in the dungeons had reduced him to a primal state, an animal trapped in a cage.

He was tense, jumpy, his senses always on high alert for any sign of danger. He watched the guard warily, his eyes following the man's movements as he entered the cell.

He could taste the fear and despair that had been his constant companions in this place, the musty smell of damp stone and mold filling his nostrils as he sat there, waiting for whatever the guard had in store for him.

Through the door came Lord Walder Frey, a small, smug smile on his face as he entered the cell. His presence filled the small space, and Steffon could smell the scent of wine on his breath.

The smell of wine hit the boy's nostrils, bringing back the memory of that day, the day that had changed his life forever. In his mind's eye, he could see Robb being killed in broad daylight, surrounded by people who had sworn loyalty to him.

As Walter Frey stepped closer, he felt the fear and tension rise inside of him. He couldn't control himself, and he began to beg, pleading like a madman not to be killed.

"Please don't kill me! Please, don't kill me like you killed Robb! Please, please, please!"

Lord Walder Frey laughed like a madman himself as the boy pleaded for his life. "What kind of fool do you take me for?" he said, his voice filled with mockery. "Do you think I'd kill you now, after all this time? No, no, you're far too valuable alive, my dear boy!"