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

Reunion

Myrcella's chambers were airy and light, with large windows that overlooked a beautiful courtyard filled with fountains and lush greenery. The walls were painted in a soft cream color, and colorful tapestries depicting Dornish scenes adorned them.

The room was simple yet comfortable, with a stone bed in the center, the mattress coated with velvet, and a few chairs made of tropical wood arranged around a low golden table. A collection of books and scrolls were stacked neatly in one corner, evidence of Myrcella's love for reading.

She loved stories of love and adventure, Steffon remarked.

The room was still, and for a moment, Steffon thought perhaps his sister was not in. But then he heard a soft rustling coming from behind a silk screen. He waited, his heart beating a little faster.

The silk screen parted, and out stepped Myrcella. She was a pretty girl of three and ten with golden blonde hair and rosy pink cheeks. When she smiled, her face lit up, and those green eyes of hers sparkled in the sunlight.

Steffon swore the room became a bit brighter.

"It's good to see you, brother."

The weight on his shoulders was no more. Steffon smiled warmly at his younger sister, relieved to see her looking well and happy.

He noted, his eyes taking in her changed appearance. "You're even more beautiful than I remember."

Myrcella blushed, her cheeks flushing a slight pink at his compliment. "You flatter me," she said, her voice light and filled with amusement. "You've changed too, you know. Grown taller, broader..."

"Sadder," Steffon jested.

Myrcella's eyes widened, and her smile faltered for a moment. She knew he was jesting, but there was a hint of truth in his words. "But you're a king. You rule the Seven Kingdoms now."

"It's not what I want." He muttered without intention of being heard.

Myrcella faltered but she remained casual, animated. "Hmm. Last we saw of each other, your inheritance was moved from Casterly Rock to Storm's End. And I had expected to see you again as a Prince of The Stormlands... Not as King on The Iron Throne, dear brother."

The light of her smile could not seem to reach him as it used to.

He looked out the window, watching as a group of children played in the courtyard. "Fate had other plans for me."

"You'll be a good king," she said, her voice soft yet confident. "I know you will."

"I'm sure I will," he replied, turning to her. "With you by my side."

Myrcella furrowed her brows. "What?"

Steffon turned to face her directly, locking his eyes with hers. "I'm here to take you back to King's Landing," he declared, taking on a commanding but vulnerable tone.

"No," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "I won't go. I like it here, I'm happy here."

Steffon hadn't expected such a strong reaction from her. He had expected her to be happy to return to King's Landing, to join him there. Foolish how he had never considered she might want to stay.

He took a step back, his expression a mixture of shock and disappointment. "What do you mean, you like it here? You would choose Dorne over your own home?"

"This is my home. This has been my home for years. I didn't want to come here, but she told me to. I did what she said... I did my duty and now you're forcing me to go back?"