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

The Toy

The sun was slowly setting over King's Landing, painting the sky in hues of orange and gold. The soft glow of torches began to light up the area, the harbor and dock being readied for nightfall.

The docks were a bustling center of activity, fishermen barking about their day's catches, sailors unloading cargoes of goods from visiting ships, and traders hawking their wares, the smell of the sea and the promise of adventure hung heavy in the air.

With her handmaidens in attendance to serve her refreshments, Cersei sat on a bench, looking like a regal queen in a gown of gold and crimson, her golden hair pulled back in an elaborate braid. Tommen sat beside his mother, his face a picture of youthful innocence and excitement.

Cersei watched the bustle of sailors and dock workers for a moment before turning to her father, her emerald eyes flickering.

"Father," she began, her voice soft. "How long are we going to wait here? They should have been here by now..."

Tywin, on the other hand, stood ramrod straight, his gaze fixed on the sea, waiting...

The Old Lion's expression remained stoic, his eyes focused on the sea. His pride, his legacy, his golden grandchild...

His hands, folded in front of him, tightened. "Patience," he replied, his voice low and measured. "They will arrive when they arrive."

Cersei sat back in her seat, a small huff escaping her lips. She was not a patient woman, and being kept waiting was something she despised.

"And what if they *don't* arrive on schedule," she replied, her voice holding a hint of frustration. "Anything could have happened en route. We know how... precarious travel can be at times."

Tywin let out a small snort of disdain. "You worry too much," he said, his tone blunt. "Steffon is not a small boy anymore, and he is perfectly capable of handling any obstacles that may have come his way."

Cersei gave a small, scoff-like chuckle at her father's dismissal of her concern. "That's a fine thing to say, Father, but you haven't seen how... *reckless* he can be. And with Myrcella in tow..."

A flicker of annoyance passed over the old lion's face at his daughter's words. He knew all too well how impulsive Steffon could be, how similar he was to his father.

He turned to look at her then, his eyes hardening.

"Unlike your other children, I've kept Steffon in check," he said firmly. "He will know to keep Myrcella safe, I assure you. And keep his impulsiveness in check."

Cersei's eyes narrowed as she took in her father's reassurances. She knew how much her father had invested in Steffon, but she couldn't help but worry... It was a mother's nature, after all.

"I hope you are right, Father," she said, her tone still holding a hint of concern. "For all our sakes."

She could only hope that Steffon wouldn't make a fool of himself, or her, in front of the entire realm....

As if sensing her mother's worry, Tommen looked up at her, a small frown on his face.

"Mother," he said, his voice young and vulnerable. "Why are you worried? Steffon and Myrcella are coming home, aren't they?"

The Queen's expression softened as she looked at her youngest child who was now a boy of four and ten. She reached out and ran her fingers through his golden hair, her touch tender.

"Of course he is, sweetling," she replied softly. "I just want everything to go smoothly, that's all. It's nothing you need to worry about, Tommen."

Tommen nodded, his expression still a little worried, but he seemed to understand. He looked up at his grandfather, his eyes wide and trusting.