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

Betrothed Farewell

As word soon spread that Steffon had stormed out of his grandfather's office in a fit of anger, a wave of whispers and speculation spread through the court.

Everyone knew that the king and his Hand were not always in agreement, but this outburst was more extreme than usual. Some courtiers and nobles wondered what could have occurred to drive the king to such drastic measures.

Rumor and gossip were a currency in the Red Keep, and soon word got out about Steffon's plan to travel to Dorne. The court was abuzz with speculation and surprise at the news.

Whispers floated through the halls, carried by servants and courtiers alike.

"The king is going to Dorne?"

"What could he possibly want there?"

"This is not wise.."

The news spread quickly, and soon enough, it had reached the ears of the council members and other high-ranking officials in the court. They murmured among themselves, exchanging worried glances and speculating about the wisdom of the king's decision.

It wasn't long before the true purpose of Steffon's journey to Dorne became clear: he was going to fetch Myrcella and bring her back to King's Landing.

This news spread like wildfire, and the court buzzed with the scandal of it all. Some were surprised, others disapproving, and a few even amused by the king's impetuousness.

The council members, in particular, were taken aback by this news. They gathered in Tywin's office, voices raised in heated discussion.

"This is not wise," said Varys. "The king going to Dorne could invite all sorts of trouble. What if something happens to him?"

"And what about the Martells?" said Kevan Lannister. "They will not be pleased to have the king show up unannounced in their kingdom. This could start a conflict."

Word soon reached Tywin that the council was in an uproar over Steffon's decision, and he decided to call a meeting in his quarters to discuss the matter.

He summoned the council members to his chambers, his face stern and serious. The councilors entered silently, taking their seats around a large wooden table.

The councilors were already seated around the table, their faces lined with tension and concern, when Steffon finally entered the room. They were all engaged in a hushed but furious discussion, but their words died on their lips as the king burst in through the door.

Tywin's gaze flicked up to Steffon, his irritation barely concealed. "Nice of you to join us," he said, his voice edged with sarcasm.

Steffon was well aware that he was the reason why the council had gathered, and he didn't waste any time in addressing the matter at hand. Without hesitation, he spoke, his voice strong and determined.

"I appreciate you all coming here today," he began. "But I think I know what this is about. And I want to make one thing clear: I am not changing my mind. I'm still going to Dorne to fetch my sister and bring her back to King's Landing."

The councilors exchanged startled glances at Steffon's declaration. They had expected some push-back, but not this outright rejection of their concerns.

"Y-Your Grace," Grandmaester Pycelle stuttered, "we beg you to reconsider. Traveling to Dorne could be highly dangerous for you-"

"If you will have me, Your Grace, I shall accompany you and welcome you to Dorne with the utmost hospitality." Prince Oberyn Martell put forth.

The councilors looked at Oberyn with surprise and confusion. They had expected him to speak out against Steffon's plan, not support it.

"With all due respect, Prince Oberyn," said one of the councilors, his face contorted with disapproval, "you are a member of House Martell. Your objectivity in this matter is compromised, at best."