Bäahal x Jaime: The sweet emerald eyes.

Bäahal x Jaime: The sweet emerald eyes.

A/N: These babies have been through a lot. It's not going to stop for either of them, unfortunately, but I wanted something sweet.

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Four weeks in the future,

Casterly Rock was the freshest at this time of the year. Bäahal gowns, graciously given by the lady of Casterly Rock was heavier, and almost all in deep red shade, complete with cloaks. After four weeks of constant care, the princess felt a little more like herself. Her body was still carrying traces of the starvation she suffered from, but it was far plumper than when she came to the castle. Her hair was no longer dry grey strands, it was the first to recover to its full silver glory and crowned her face with vibrant, luscious silver strands. Her face, however, kept a stern and distant look. She was still guarded, perhaps even more since her ordeal and the fire that once was there, had disappeared. However, she did make serious progress over those weeks.

Jaime kept his word and took the princess for long walks. He always spared time to walk with her in the afternoon, They would visit the beautiful garden of the castle and spend an hour or two walkings, talking, and looking at the gorgeous flowers grown there. She requested to hear Jaime talk about his most memorable battles, the ones that made him proud, and showed his skills as a commander. Listening to him get lost into the stories he told allowed the princess to spend some time without talking and completely focused on him. Always, she would look at his face and look at his eyes and the true emotions they hid. She would see the concern he had for her and his desire to see her get better. She would see his relief when they would meet for their daily walk and he would see she was getting better. She would see the simple joy at a joke she clumsily tried to make.

Bäahal's love for jokes shone through these last days and he made sure to elicit a chuckle from her whenever he could place a clever word just so she could smile again. She would return the favor, with a bad joke just so he could shake his head in disbelief she actually said that and chuckle at her attempt at making him laugh. It was something, at least, the proof she was trying her best to get better. In a matter of days, she was looking forward to spending time with him again, and would quietly eat, let Maid Johanna do her hair and help her with her dress and then leave her room to go to the garden by herself. There, they would meet and he would let her wrap her arm around his and taker her for a digestive stroll. She was eager to meet him, and lose herself in those kind emerald eyes because they made her feel safe.

Bäahal had always been able to see people's true nature by looking into their eyes while she talked to them. That was how and why she trusted Jon Snow when he arrived at Dragonstone. That was how and why she trusted Jaime Lannister at Winterfell. She knew that he was on a good path, somehow dealing with Cersei's death better than she could have wished him to. He had found a new purpose and was working hard at rebranding the family name now that Lady Kyra was the new head of the family. So for her to see for herself that Jaime was, indeed, doing better, brought her comfort. Many times during their walk, she wanted to mention his recovery but failed to find the strength to do so. She wanted to know if he was doing better if leaving Highgarden was the best decision she made because it did tear her apart. Her cold eyes sought his warmth and she let it comfort her. He was doing better.

Lord Jaime was a man of many things, but the ebony Targaryen always saw him for who he was. Without artifices, without the pompous wording used to describe what he did. She met a man who had always been devoted to others, always tried to his best to protect the others, and always lost something doing so be it an arm, his pride, his reputation, or his soul. He was a man who didn't have a good opinion on himself and sought after recognition and love from Cersei, who couldn't give him what he wanted. He was a man in shackles, just like hers but a man of honor and a man driven by love. Cersei's death gave him an opportunity, to reclaim his own life for himself and do as he pleased, without the need for the recognition he had before. He was a man who was trying to build meaningful relations, stronger bonds with his family, a man who died when Cersei did, and was reborn anew. A man she loved. A flawed and broken man she couldn't help but love.

Even in her broken state of mind, Bäahal could still care for him. She had time to reflect on her emotions and bottle them so they wouldn't spill over like at Highgarden, but trauma and impulses were difficult to contain and it was still clear as day to whoever took a deeper look at how she behaved, that he lit a fire into her heart and only he, could have her smile so genuinely with the simplest things. She observed in silence the man she tried to save, trying to save /her/ reversing the roles in a silent way of showing his affection for her. She knew he cared, he didn't have to say those words. He went out of his ways to her rescue, brought her back from the dead, and now was looking after her, helping the princess nurse her wounds so she could fight back. She observed in silence, with eyes filled with untainted love, the man she wished happiness upon, move forward, chest pumped and sword, drawn towards a better life, a life that made him feel good.

And she washed with eyes filled with determination, the man who once didn't want to feel, express his very desire to see the people who nearly killed her brought to justice. He wanted to protect her and he wanted to kill those traitors and while the flames of revenge were still out of reach for her soul, she could see their reflection on the very emerald eyes she was looking at.