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

The Garden

The golden-haired princess's face was pale and solemn as she sat in a shaded part of the garden. Trystane Martell, her betrothed, sat beside her, his arm reassuringly around her shoulder. The two of them were talking in hushed tones, their voices just above a whisper. Their surroundings were tranquil, with the faint sound of running water from the nearby fountains serving as background music. The sweet scent of flowers wafted in the air, doing little to soften Myrcella's mood.

"What's troubling you, my princess?" Trystane noticed her distress, and gently nudged her to speak.

Myrcella's face was pensive, her eyes downcast as she picked at the hem of her dress. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly. "It's... it's Steffon," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's different... so cold, so unfeeling. He sent our grandfather to the Wall and pardoned Uncle Tyrion like it was nothing..."

Trystane remained silent for a moment, his hand still gently rubbing her shoulder.

Frustrated, she shook her head, her eyes still fixed on her lap. "It's like he's a completely different person, and I don't know which one is real."

Trystane could sense her fear, her confusion. He pulled her closer to him, her head leaning against his chest. "He's still your older brother," he said quietly. "Underneath everything, he's still the same person who travelled seabound all the way to Dorne to personally return you here in King's Landing. He's just growing into his role as king, learning to balance who he was and who he needs to be."

Myrcella let out a sigh, her eyes closing for a moment as she took comfort in his words. She knew, deep down, that Trystane was right. Steffon was her brother, her blood. But the changes in him, the sudden shift in his demeanor and decisions, it confused and frightened her.

"He's been through so much," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. "And I'm afraid of him."

The fear she felt was palpable. She couldn't forget the coldness in his eyes, the steely determination in his voice as he sentenced their grandfather to the Wall. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before, and it unnerved her deeply.

As if on cue, Steffon appear at the entrance of the garden, flanked by three of his Kingsguard - their uncle and Lord Commander Jaime, Ser Boros Blount, and Ser Preston Greenfield. The garden quickly fell silent at his arrival, all eyes on the young king and his guards. Myrcella and Trystane stood up, their faces revealing a mixture of surprise and apprehension, as they bowed at him.

Steffon gave Myrcella a cheerful smile as he approached, his eyes flicking over to Trystane who stood next to her, and the sharp yet quick glance the boy king gave his future brother-by-law would not go unnoticed.

"Sister," he greeted in a warm voice. "I was hoping to find you here."

Myrcella returned the greeting, though her voice was slightly guarded. "Y-Your Grace," she said, her pure green eyes meeting his pair of storms.

Steffon's smile grew wider as he heard her formality. He reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer to him. "None of that now," he said, his voice taking a softer tone. "I'm still your brother."

His words were light, almost playful, but Myrcella couldn't shake the wariness she felt in his presence. She forced a smile, trying to match his pleasant demeanor. "Of course, Your... Steffon," she corrected herself, her voice slightly strained.

Steffon turned his gaze to Trystane, his eyes hardening. "I wonder if I could have a moment with my sister," he suddenly said, his voice taking on a firmer tone. "Alone, if you don't mind."

Trystane nodded, understanding the request. "Of course, Your Grace," he replied, his voice respectful. "Princess." He gave Myrcella an assuring glance before bowing and leaving the garden, leaving the King and the Princess alone.