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

Nightshade

In the king's chamber, he remain recovering from his abdominal stab wound in the large bed, his body writhing in pain. The room was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through the curtains casting shadows across the room. Myrcella was dutifully by his side, holding his hand, a worried look on her face.

The elderly grandmaester, had prepared a concoction of nightshade for Steffon to ease his pain and keep him mostly unconscious. He had instructed the attendants to administer it regularly, the boy king's body writhing in pain every few hours as the effects of the drug wore off.

"We must keep him quiet and still," Pycelle stated. "This will prevent him from causing more damage to his wound and allow his body to heal. The less he moves, the better."

Sitting on a chair beside the bed, Myrcella watched as her brother continued to writhe in pain, his face bathed in sweat. She clutched his hand tightly, hoping that the nightshade would take effect soon and bring him some much-needed relief.

A low moan escaped Steffon's lips as he tried to form her name, his voice barely above a whisper. "My...lla..."

Myrcella's heart ached at the sight of her brother struggling to speak. She leaned in closer, her voice filled with sympathy and love. "I'm here, Steffon," she whispered, her hand gently brushing the hair away from his sweat-soaked forehead.

As Steffon attempted to reach out to Myrcella, the maesters quickly stepped in, their hands firm on his shoulders, preventing him from moving too much. They pushed him back down on the bed, their hands firm but caring. They had given him a potent dose of nightshade, hoping that it would keep him sedated and ease his pain.

"We've given him more, Grandmaester," one maester stated. "It should keep him in a deep sleep for a few more hours. It'll alleviate the pain and prevent him from moving around too much."

Pycelle nodded in agreement. "Good, the more sleep he gets, and stay still, the better it is for his recovery. His abdomen needs time to heal, and excessive movement will only worsen it." Pycelle observed Myrcella's weary eyes and the dark circles beneath them. He could see the toll her brother's condition was taking on her. "Princess, you look exhausted. It would be wise to get some rest. You won't be much good to your brother if you're too tired to think."

Myrcella withdrew her hand, worry etched across her face. She knew it was for the best, that the nightshade would help him heal faster, but it was still difficult watching her brother in such a vulnerable state.

"My.. my...lla..."

Despite the effects of the nightshade, Steffon fought against the sleepiness, his body twitching and writhing as he desperately tried to stay conscious. He reached out towards Myrcella, his voice slurring as he weakly tried to call her name.

Blood began to seep through the bandages, staining the white fabric. She urgently tried to stop him from moving too much, fearing that his wound would grow worse. Her heart filled with panic, she rushed back to her brother's side as he strained to move.

"Brother, please! You have to remain still," she pleaded, desperately attempting to soothe him and prevent him from further exacerbating his injury.

"Don't," he murmured, his grip on her hand weakening. "Don't leave me."

For certain the wound on his stomach was reopening, causing it to bleed through the bandages, staining the white fabric, and his voice slurred, his eyes were growing heavy with tears.

Her heart ached as she heard her brother's plea. She knew she couldn't leave him when he was in such a vulnerable state. She gently soothed his hair and held his trembling hand tightly.