Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is D&D's property, after being GRRM's property. Or else, Lancel would be the happiest kid in Westeros, should it be mine.
Summary: 18 years ago, Kevan and Dorna's firstborn son got taken away and despite their best efforts, he was never found. The couple had lost all hopes… Until a young man, with Kevan's smile, arrived in their younger sons' school.
Author's note: A huge thank you to Assassin Master Ezio 91 who helped in making the chapter guide and in brainstorming with me !
Author's note 2: English isn't my first language, it's french. If you see any mistake or issue with the language, feel free to tell me so that I can improve.
Author's note 3: Yes, Lancel's character here is a lot inspired by Emma Swan from Once Upon A Time.
WARNING! THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS MATURE THEMES SUCH AS ABUSE. IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS FANFICTION. THANK YOU.
The Lost Cub
Chapter 1
Lannisport, eighteen years ago
"Sweet dreams, Honey. Mommy loves you." Dorna said, kissing the infant's forehead as she laid him in his crib
She looked at him, still amazed that she and her husband had managed to have their own little one to dote over. After years of disappointments and false hopes, they had finally gotten the chance to be parents. Their little Lancel was already showing all the Lannister traits, with blond hair and green eyes. She watched as he sucked on his thumb, sleeping away, perfectly at ease. She put the baby monitor on and joined her spouse. It was another average night, though she expected to be woken up by a hungry baby in the night. Her cub was quite the glutton. Not that she minded. She adored those moments. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into the restful darkness of slumber…
Before being woken up by a terrible sound coming from her child's room.
Kevan immediately got up and grabbed a gun, rushing to the nursery. A man stood there, in the dark, their son against him, his face impossible to see. Kevan tried to shoot him but the man was quicker and shot first, hitting him in the shoulder. Despite the sudden and burning pain, the father rushed to him, but the kidnapper was faster than he was and managed to escape through a window. Dorna at his side, trying to stop the bleeding the best she could, Kevan could only watch, powerless, as his only child was abducted, a bitter taste in his mouth.
Present time, King's Landing
"Martyn, Willem, you'll be late for school if you linger." Dorna's voice echoed in the corridor
"Coming, Mom!" The twins' voices replied
Dorna smiled as she saw her teenage boys rushing to her, kissing her cheeks to say goodbye, rushing to school. Her youngest, three years old Janei, was still sleeping. On the wall, a discrete picture of Lancel. That would be a wound that would never heal. Time had passed and despite the time, the money, the countless efforts they had put in their researches to find him, it all remained sterile and to this day, they still had no clue about his whereabouts. They didn't even know if he was still alive. They had heard all the theories, freezing their blood. Child markets, weird adoption centres, black markets for organs… Dorna had closed her ears, praying the Seven for the less horrible course, hoping her child was still alive somewhere safe, happy. Kevan never forgave himself for what had happened and she knew it still ate him, even now with three children and the quiet life they always yearned for. She had to admit she was scared when she discovered herself to be pregnant, three years and half after Lancel's abduction. Especially more when she learnt she carried two little boys. She was afraid everything would start again, that she would lose them too. Kevan didn't say anything but she knew him well enough to understand he was going under the same thoughts. The twins slept in their rooms for two years before they had their own room. Kevan and her never hid Lancel from their children, they had an older brother, alive somewhere, they never hid what happened. They weren't ashamed of Lancel. He was part of their family and without him, their family was incomplete. They missed him, they missed him so much! They thought of all the milestones they had missed, his first smiles, his first steps, his first words, his first days at school, his first loves, his birthdays, his first hours driving, they had missed everything and it made them crazy. Dorna tried to picture him in her head, wondering what he looked like. Did he still have his beautiful green eyes? Was he tall? Who did he look like? She remembered some people, some friends, telling them while expecting the twins that new children wouldn't replace the one they had lost. The couple's anger had exploded. The twins were a surprise, a beautiful one, and they never had in mind to replace Lancel, he was unique. Looking at the picture, she prayed the Seven as she did daily:
"Let Lancel be in peace, happy, somewhere. And if you can, send us a sign of his well-being."
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New students were always easily spottable, Willem thought. They all had that look of being lost. The man in front of him made no exception. He was quite tall, maybe even more than his own father. His sandy blond hair was falling on the top of his shoulders, his green eyes searching everywhere for some place. He had delicate features and while Willem was sure he was straight, he had to admit the man was gorgeous. On his wrist, an old and a bit dirty bracelet with his name on it. He looked rather pale and thin though, a bit too thin for a man of his height and his clothes, while being clean and well kept, were modest. He certainly came from a poor background. He smiled and went to him.
"Hi! First day?"
The man seemed familiar while he was certain he had never met him before.
"Yeah… I'm a bit lost. I'm searching for class A-203."
"Then, you're in the right building. Second floor, third room on the right wing."
"Thanks."
"My name's Willem, Willem Lannister."
"Lancel. Lancel Tybalt."
Willem understood immediately that his observation was right. This type of surnames were given to children from the foster system who didn't get adopted or went back and forth between homes. Lancel was certainly here to at least graduate from high school, to have at least one diploma to have a hope of a good start in the active life. His bracelet, looking so old, was certainly one of the only thing he had from his parents, the proof that the first name he had was his "real" one.
"Lancel? Just like my older brother." He said, trying to put him at ease
He seemed grateful as he had a small smile. Spotting Jaime far away, he excused himself.
"My cousin is here to pick me up. Glad to have met you, Lancel. Hope we can hang out sometimes."
"I'd like that." Lancel smiled again
Jaime greeted his young cousin, his eyes still on the newcomer. Apart from the fact that he looked like him, that he reminded him of his aunt Dorna, one point unsettled him:
He had his uncle Kevan's smile.
To Be Continued
