"If you mean something, I suggest you start acting like it. No one will ever believe it if you don't."
The princess' first true conversation with Jaime was brutal. It shook her to her core, to the point of preventing her from sleeping at night. He pierced through her hard shell, unmasked her will to live under the layers of lies she told herself and forced the Targaryen to face her truth. She wanted to live. She wanted to survive the great war against the White Walkers. She wanted to experience life in ways she had never even dare dream of. yes, freedom scared her for she was born into slavery and broken into submission, hurt beyond repair; YET, all these years there had always had some fire in her eyes, the desire to be free and destroy those who once owned her whole self. She had that fire within her for as long as she could remember and it helped her take advantage of Daenerys conquest of Mereen to kill her own master.
What had changed since then? Where did that fire go? Its fragile flame was extinguished as soon as she truly embraced her freedom. The winds were too violent, too brutal for a soul that had not seen opportunities of such magnitude before. She earned a family, a name -despite the heinous origins of hers, Daenerys managed to make her feel proud of it-, and growing feelings of love and compassion shared between the queen and her sister. It brought her Jon, another family member of hers she was still getting to know... She wasn't alone anymore. And it terrified the woman.
Death suddenly seemed to be her way to cop out of the increasing pressure of life. Dying for a noble cause sounded appealing but it was just a way for her to hide the truth from herself. And with just a few harsh words and a way to present the truth, Jaime shattered her lies and pounded them into the ground. The princess wanted to live. And it made her angry. The exchange provoked her so much that she slapped the knight, further proving to him that she was indeed hiding behind the idea of death. It started a fire inside of her, a fire that would burn and grow in size and intensity as time would go by.
He branded her with his words, forever imprinting her mind and shaking her heart. With just a few words, but oh, so important. Bäahal knew she would not forget him, regardless of whether or not they would face each other on the battlefield when Daenerys would go after Cersei. The only problem was that the princess now had one less reason to hate him and one more to make her appreciate him. It tipped the balance a little bit on a different position. one she had not seen coming. One that might grow as time would go by. One that would make her say with less and less confidence that Jaime is the enemy.
What has he done?
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