GoT: Heroes are never what legends made them be

Heroes are never what legends made them be. Myths tend to erase the reality of these people, the hard work, the pressure, the doubt they endured. Myths tend to erase the questions that plague the minds, the fear that clutch at the heart of the Hero. History is always rewritten by the victors, carefully crafted to make those who once were allies and celebrated into the worst of evil to degrade and curse. History did so to Ser Jaime. It turned his heroic act into a despicable action. People would only remember him as someone who broke an oath and not someone who saved countless lives. He was one to speak, asking her to make a life for herself so she wouldn't be a footnote in History. He was one to speak about determining her own life and do the most difficult feat to ever exist: LIVE. He asked her to live, in his not so subtle ways to speak.

The night he spoke to her, she was overwhelmed by anger, so much so she didn't stop to think of his words. It was after that night that the princess started a conversation with herself. She wanted to know why, once free, she reverted back to what she knew. Devotion, servitude. She wanted to serve her sister -not be her sister- and it went on the opposite way of what she had dreamed for herself for so long. It wasn't even surviving she was doing, it was merely existing. One of the truths she had to uncover was that she was terrified of living. It was one thing to survive, another one to wage a war, but she was dreading peacetime because then, she would have to face herself, her dreams, her hopes and fears. She wanted to be loved, the way she saw Jon love Daenerys but wasn't sure it would be enough to calm her soul. She wanted to be seen as more than her last name, that very name she had loathed almost her entire life. She wanted to exist and do good. Somehow maybe, it would justify her existence, maybe she would pay for the crime her very life was. Maybe she would...She wanted to be loved.

She feared she had nothing left inside of her, nothing but anger and resentment for what she lost and what was taken from her. She feared she had nothing left to give, but when proven wrong, it became something she both enjoyed and both feared. Being able to love was beautiful and yet, she realized she had once again so much to lose. A family, to begin with, then friends...and her peace of mind. They found something inside of her to love, something worth their affection and it made her realize that wanting to be loved wasn't the worst. No. It was losing that love that was the worst and there were many ways to accomplish just that. The days following her conversation with Jaime, the princess realized that she wasn't that eager to die, dying was the easiest part of Life. No. She realized she was afraid to live and it both made her feel ashamed and angered her. who was scared of Life? Who could possibly be afraid to live? who did that? if not her...