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

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Within the lavish surroundings of her chambers, the returned-Queen Regent sat on a cushioned divan, a goblet of rich red wine in her hand. She was flanked by her trusted handmaidens, an entourage of dedicated attendants who catered to her every need. She lounged on the divan, taking small sips of her wine. Her eyes were slightly hooded, a reflection of the buzz of alcohol in her system.

The handmaidens scurried around her, adjusting her hair, refilling her wine, and making sure the queen had everything she needed. Some gossiped softly among themselves, while others waited silently for her commands.

Ser Jaime ushered a messenger boy into the queen's chambers. The boy looked young, nervous but composed. He held a small scroll in his hands and approached the queen.

Cersei looked at him with her usual cool detachment, taking another sip of her wine. "Speak," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative.

The boy bowed respectfully, a hint of fear in his eyes. He held out the small scroll, his hand slightly shaking.

Cersei's interest was piqued. She signaled to her handmaidens to give her some privacy and dismissed them from the room. Once the door closed and they were alone, she held out her hand for the scroll.

The boy handed her the scroll, stepping back nervously.

Cersei took it, her eyes scanning the contents as her heart beat faster. Her expression remained inscrutable, but behind the wine-glazed eyes, her mind was working furiously, contemplating the implications of this news.

She put down her goblet, her grip on the scroll tightening slightly. Her voice was calm and even as she spoke to the messenger boy, "fetch for the Lord Commander on your way out."

The boy bowed once more and left the room, leaving Cersei alone with the news that could impact her daughter's future and the power dynamics of the Seven Kingdoms.

As she waited for her brother, Cersei took another sip of her wine, her mind still processing the news. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as Cersei shifted on her comfortable seat.

The door opened, and Jaime entered, his face stoic but his eyes betraying a hint of curiosity. He approached Cersei, bowing slightly. "You summoned me, Your Grace?" He asked, his voice controlled.

Cersei met her twin brother's gaze, her eyes hard. "The Martell boy has refused to wed our daughter," Cersei continued, her voice slightly bitter.

Jaime remained unchanged, but a flicker of concern passed through his eyes. "Cold feet, I presume?"

Cersei chuckled derisively, her gaze fixed on the scroll in her hand. She twirled the stem of her goblet absentmindedly.

"I doubt it," she said dryly. "There's more to this refusal."

Jaime's concern for his nephew was evident in the slight furrow of his brow. "It could throw a wrench into Steffon's own plans," he said, his voice low.

"Does Steffon know of Trystane's decision?" Cersei asked, her keen eyes watching Jaime closely.

Jaime shakes his head.

Scoffing, Cersei took a deep sip of her wine, her eyes glinting in the soft light of her chambers. "Of course, he's yet to awaken," she said, a touch of irritation in her voice. "I made sure of it. An increase of his sleeping tonics prescribed by the maesters, a quiet whisper to the chambermaid to ignore all pleas for a wake-up call."

She gave a slight scoff, her lips curling into a smirk. "Steffon won't be stirring until I want him to. And when he does, he won't be able to disobey me as his Regent."