Jaime and Bäahal: A Light in the Dark
A/N: I am having so much fun with these two.
<3 I literally can't wait to see what comes next:D So, I picked a
moment we didn't write, to catch up on here. Finally, Jaime and Bäahal have reunited again.
Xxxxx
The princess watched as her caretaker helped her put
her dress on. Since she woke up, Bäahal took the time to think of
what happened since the siege. She learned that as soon as Ser
Jaime arrived, he slew her enemies and immediately looked for her.
He wouldn't give up until he found her. She was told he was relieved
when they found her and pushed soldiers away in order to be the first
to enter her room. From the moment he rescued her, he had never left
her unless he couldn't do otherwise. Knowing that the knight had been
watching upon her had comforted the Targaryen. Seeing him soothed
her mind because she knew she wasn't alone anymore. In a world where
she couldn't trust anything, there was a man she trusted with her
life. The only person who wasn't her sister or Nephew she knew
didn't want to hurt her. It felt as if she had been drowning and
finally was able to take the first breath.
Her heart raced as memories flashed before her. She
remembered the terror she felt during the worst moments of the siege,
the sheer panic attacks she felt at the mere idea of not being able to
protect the innocent lives in the castle. She remembered the awful
stench of shit and tears as soon as no available water was there for
them to wash a little. She remembered her hunger, clawing at her guts
as time went by and despair creeping into her heart when she realized
that maybe nobody would come to her rescue. The princess was
terrified. She had been through a lot already, from the war against
the night king where she fought for the living, to the « Last
war » against Cersei where she fought for her sister. She now
had to face betrayal and the mental breakdown that followed.
While she remained calm, the princess couldn't help
herself but think everyone was a traitor. She was tense from the
moment the caretaker helped her wash, to the moment she got
her dressed but remained silent and observing. It hurt her pride to
see that she became the very person she used to be before she set
herself free. She felt like the fearful slave who wasn't able to trust people and was unable to see a future for herself. It hurt
her pride because she wasn't strong anymore, or so she thought. It
hurt her pride, to see what she became. Tears filled her eyes as she
stared at her reflection. She was so thin that she didn't recognize
herself in the mirror. The purple eyes stared at the mirror and bit
at her bottom lip. The caretaker looked up at her and gently stroked
her hair off of her face.
« You are still beautiful, princess. »
-Was she? Her heart was saying otherwise. She wiped her tears
off of her face and shook her head at her words.- « Yes, you
are still beautiful. I know you cannot see yourself through my eyes,
or through the eyes of Lord Jaime. »
At the mention of the name, the princess blushed and
she looked down. Could he think of her the way this woman was telling
her he did? Could he still find her beautiful despite the
ravaging impact starvation had on her? She wiped her tears off
of her face and as the caretaker finished dressing the princess, she
smiled at her and invited her to leave the tent. Bäahal smiled and
quickly left the tent. The only thing she wanted to do was to find
Jaime.
-TBC-
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