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 14

"Now, without any transition, a story that will completely shock you! Remember, eighteen yers ago, babies in the Westerlands were kidnapped to be sold in an illegal adoption market, making parents lock their homes in fear of their little ones being taken away. After its fall, children had been returned to their families or given homes if they were orphans. Some didn't get that lucky, but hold on, because this will turn into a fairytale! That's right! Eighteen years after being abducted, one of the children kidnapped finally got to be reunited with his birth family because of one of his younger siblings curiosity, as the young man strangely looked like his father at the same age. Lancel Lannister, son of Kevan Lannister, had jumped from homes to homes until he claimed his independence and unknowingly befriended his biological younger brothers in his new school, leading him to learn his parentage. From rags to riches has never been any truer!"

Lancel sighed, trying to get away from the cafeteria. He didn't know who gave the journalists all of these details, he knew it was bound to happen, yet he loathed it. He had always hated being put under the spotlights, everytime it had been the case, it had ended negatively for him. He didn't want to be pitied, he didn't want people to assume wrong throughts, he didn't want people suddenly wanting to be friends when they never gave a crap before. All he wanted was to carry on with his studies, to continue working at Leonette's café and prepare his future, a future where he knew he'd be supported. Kevan and Dorna had been quite surprised when he told them he wanted to continue working part time, stating it was always good to save money. He also admitted to them that he enjoyed working there, as he knew his presence did help one of the few people who had been kind to him in his hours of need. His father had been the first to speak up, stating working was a good experience and if it made him happy, he had not reason in stopping him, especially after meeting his boss. He had spoken to her for a few minutes only, but the care and genuine affection she had shown for Lancel had been enough for him to trust her.

"See Joffrey? The poor orphan boy you mocked was your relative!"

"Yeah, and as "noble" as you, it seems!"

"He's nothing to me!" Joffrey spat "He was found in a garbage bin and was raised in the dirt! He will never be a true Lannister!"

Oh, that, Lancel knew, and he agreed. He'd never truly be a full Lannister because of what happened. And if being a true Lannister was being Joffrey, he blessed the Seven Gods they had other plans for him.

Leonette and the staff's happiness when he came back, Amerei's joys upon seeing his face again, made Joffrey seem so trivial!

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"It wasn't me! I swear, it wasn't me!"

"We don't care, if we say it's you, then it's you! You ungrateful, money pit brat!"

Lancel saw himself growing up, still taunted by his former families. Far away, Kevan and Dorna were there.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Mom? Don't make me laugh. I could have never given birth to someone as pathetic as you. You're weak. You're no son of mine."

"Mom?!"

"Your mother is right, you're such a disappointement. In fact, it's quite a good thing you were taken away, your brothers are way better firstborn sons that you. You'll never be part of our family, you're a stain on it."

"I wish I had miscarried you."

As they turned their backs on him, the families walked to him and one heavy blow on the head made his world go black. His eyes opened wide right after, finding himself alone, his heart racing, safely nested in his sheets, in a peacefully silent bedroom. Sitting, Lancel sighed. Just a dream, he thought. Just another one, yet again, plaguing his nights. He had often been prone to it, and he had thought he'd be rather in peace by now. However, ever since he had grown attached tohis birth family, ever since he had started to consider himself a part of their world, his nightmares came back, new ones joining in where he was abandoned all over again, but this time, willingly. It hurt more than he wanted to admit it. He looked at the alarm clock. It was 5.00 am. Everybody was still asleep and he knew he'd never be able to fall asleep again. He decided to get up, perhaps even do some things around, to avoid being idle. To his surprise, when he reached the kitchen, Dorna was already there.

"You're up early." She said. "You can go back to sleep, it's a saturday."

"You're a morning bird yourself."

"I'm a light sleeper, always have been."

He only nodded, serving himself a glass of water.

"You've had a bad night?" Dorna asked

"Just a dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's nothing really important."

"It's important enough to take you out of bed. Especially when I know you could spend your entire day sleeping if you could. Look... If you don't want to talk about it, I understand. Just know you can talk to me, or to your father, about anything. It's never stupid."

After a small silence, she saw him slightly tensed, as if he was ashamed.

"In my dreams, they beat me up all over again while you walk away after denying me as your son."

Dorna immediately hugged him.

"Oh, Lancel... You know it isn't true! Your father and I would never leave you! We love you!"

"I know..."

Dorna refrained herself from asking if he wanted to start a therapy, feeling the subject was too delicate and it had to be Lancel's choice.

"Let me show you something." She said after a short sigh

She took a folder from a drawer, opened it and handed it over to her son.

"That's... I'm debt free?!" Lancel realized, his eyes widening "How?!"

"Your father and I cleared your debt."

"I'll pay you back."

"Out of the question. You were in that situation because we failed in protecting you."

"You didn't ask for this!"

"Neither did you. Look again."

Lancel then found law papers Kevan was currently filling. He had filed the same eighteen years ago, declaring him as his son, alive and well. He was filling them again, declaring his son found, alive, living with them. He was telling the world, once again, that he was his father. Despite being messed up, he was telling everyone he wanted him to be his son. He didn't say a word, but his eyes were all the words Dorna needed. She kissed his forehead.

"And now, what if I put the kettle on? We could have a treat, waiting for our sleeping beauties to wake up."

To Be Continued