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

Insolent Pup

The boy's storm blue eyes fluttered open, expecting to be greeted by the cold stone walls of his cell in the dungeons of the Twins. Instead, he found himself surrounded by the opulence of his older brother Joffrey's bedchambers. The silken sheets, the ornate furniture, and the unmistakable scent of the Red Keep all disoriented him.

Realization dawned on Steffon and memories flooded his mind. He was no longer a prisoner, but the reigning king. Today was his wedding day, and he was to take Lady Margaery Tyrell as his bride and queen. The weight of his responsibilities and the significance of this day settled heavily on his shoulders.

Gazing out of the windows, Steffon's mind began to wander. In his thoughts, he could almost see Robb standing behind him, a familiar smile on his face.

It is your wedding day, Robb's imaginary voice echoed in his head. You're marrying the Queen of Thorns' granddaughter. Quite the leap from the dungeons and battlefields, Steff...

The image was so vivid that for a moment, Steffon felt as if Robb was there, his presence as real as the room around him. He chuckled to himself, the sound of imagined banter filling his head.

I suppose you'll have to be a proper king now, Robb's voice continued, a touch of jest in his tone. No more wild parties, no more chasing after wenches.

The memories of their shared adventures, their nights spent drinking and laughing together, came flooding back.

A lump would later form in his throat, then a single tear would roll down his cheek, followed by another, and another, and another...

The tears continued to flow as all the emotions he had bottled up seemed to come crashing down on him at once. He missed his friend, he missed the life they had shared, and he wished more than anything that the world could be different - that Robb could be here with him on this day.

Damn it, Robb, he thought through his tears, the words choked and ragged. You should have been here.

Of ending House Frey, the house responsible for Robb's death, lingered in Steffon's mind. He had taken his revenge, bringing the Freys to justice, and yet this victory felt hollow, for it would not bring Robb back.

I've done what I can. But it doesn't really make it better, does it?

Steffon thought of his friend's sisters, remaining amiss and presumed dead, added another layer of pain to Steffon's heart. The last time he'd seen Sansa, she had been a prisoner of the Lannisters. And Arya... no one had heard any news of her since she escaped from King's Landing.

Seven hells, I have to find them.

The Red Wedding and its aftermath swirled in Steffon's mind, and Walder Frey's words echoed again.

The Lannisters send their regards...

The memory of Robb pierced Steffon's heart, followed by a wave of anger.

The thought of the Lannisters, specifically Tywin Lannister, was enough to set Steffon's blood boiling. House Lannister had orchestrated Robb's downfall and murder, and the fact that they took no consequence for their actions seemed unforgivable. Steffon clenched his fists, the anger building inside him like a caged beast.

Steffon, consumed by a frenzy of anger, let his rage loose. He punched the wall, feeling the hard impact of his knuckles against the stone. The pain barely registered, washed away in the flood of fury.

He picked up a nearby vase and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a hundred pieces.

He overturned a table, sending its contents crashing to the ground. He tore down the curtains covering the windows, the material ripping with a loud tear.