Bäahal x Jaime : At least they had each other.

Bäahal x Jaime: At least they had each other.

A/N : It's mostly a mood piece. Although I also speak of key plot elements. They are going back to King's Landing and it's definitely stressing this princess the fuck out. However, it's all projection since we have not gotten into the ship yet and many things could happen XD

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# I wish you could listen to me, sister, and understand just how much I love you... but also, how much I love him. #

Bäahal couldn't sleep. Ever since she set a foot on that ship, the princess was unable to rest well. If it wasn't for the agitated sea that kept her awake at night, it would be the thoughts eating at her for she had no easy answer to give her brain. She found herself in quite the predicament. Bäahal barely survived a siege. Someone, somewhere out there was trying to get at her and therefore she couldn't keep going on. She had to halt her visits to remote Westerosi towns and put herself in danger and despite the current situation she was in, it was bothering the silver princess not to be able to talk with those who most needed to be heard.

Maybe her behavior was unprecedented and very well disliked by the Westerosi lords. Maybe, they didn't like that the commoners were addressed by the highest rank, after the queen and her consort, of the whole kingdom while their own lord wouldn't even look twice at them. It was a competition, after all, it was a threat to their established power. Maybe it had nothing to do with Bäahal and everything to do with her sister. Since Daenerys arrived, she was rubbing them the wrong way. A woman, of the Mad Kings blood, wanted to break the wheel and force them into a lifestyle they had not known before.

She came in, with the foam at her mouth, ready to burn their traditions to the ground. A woman who didn't even believe in their gods. A woman who didn't understand their culture and wanted to replace it. No way! There was no way they would surrender so easily and while they couldn't be honest with their intentions, killing Bäahal was a message, surely the queen would understand. How could the silver princess feel at peace knowing she would have to be extremely careful and play this game of Thrones as it seemed to not have died alongside Cersei.

#My dear sister, how I wish you could see him the way I do. I know of his past, and I know he hurt our family too by hurting the Starks. But his motivation was always love and loyalty. Can we fault him for the sins of his father, sister, and children? #

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only concern the princess had. She rolled on her bed, still unable to find sleep and opened her eyes in the dark of her room. She was worried about seeing her sister again after so long. Almost a year went by since Bäahal left King's Landing. She did write every moment she had free until the siege. For about two months now, she had been silent and had seen her request to write letters to the queen denied because of her safety. How was Daenerys, if not upset and worried? How would she welcome her? In her dreams, she imagined the mother of dragons to be extremely relieved and happy to see her again. She imagined being hugged, eventually to hear the cracks in Dany's voice as she would try to hide her emotions in public. She imagined being taken to the royal chambers just so they could have a private conversation and she saw the fire in the eyes of her sister.

How could she /not/ be angry? Someone tried to kill her beloved sister ; Someone tried to hurt her flesh and blood. Someone tried to rob her again, of her happy ending. How could Daenerys not be angry, when her very own sister brought back a man she despised with all her might? Someone she wished to never see again, someone whose sister was killed by her own hands? Dany couldn't suffer Jaime's presence but she would have to do it because, as surreal as it was, Jaime was the only person who could be trusted with Bäahal's life. His presence could be excused, but what about their feelings for each other?

Lady Kyra said it best, a dragon and a lion was an explosive union. Nobody would be happy with it and it broke the princess's heart. She had always wanted to be loved. She had always wanted to have someone who cared for her, someone who would dance with her. All her life, she'd been dancing on her own, out of fear of trusting someone who would violate what she held preciously back, what was left for her to protect: her soul. For so long she was convinced that nobody could like her because of her lineage, because of her history and because she felt like she was nobody. Yet... Jaime proved her wrong. Jaime ended up loving her and sacrificed everything to come find her at the siege. He told her that he was ready to kill whoever tried to kill her, regardless of who they were. He told her that he was afraid she'd die at the siege. He cared for her....more than anyone else who wasn't her family did. How could she not fall in love with him? How could she not trust him? How could she not want to be with him?

#Dear Sister. I hope you understand when I say that Jaime makes me feel alive and gives me a purpose. Someone who is there with me and willing to walk the walk with me. Someone who gave his body, mind, and soul to me. Someone who understands me like no other before. I feel alive when I'm with him. I feel like myself when I am with him. please, understand Dany. Understand. #

And there, it was. The anguish of having Jaime change his mind. She knew their love was very young and he had been trying to push her away for her own good. Now that they have acknowledged how they felt about each other, maybe Jaime would back down in order to give her a fighting chance at a happier life. Maybe.. but she didn't want it to happen. After so many years spent in atrocious pain and darkness, she wouldn't give up the only light she had. She wouldn't give up the only pleasure she had. She wouldn't just leave him.... she couldn't. The thought made her sick and she stood up, leaving the sweat-infused bed she was laying on. Her cabin was too hot, so she decided to walk upstairs, just so she could enjoy the fresh sea-wind. Her purple hues set upon the front door and she let out a deep sigh. What would possibly happen to her if Jaime decided he wouldn't want to walk the walk with her? Would her whole world shatter? Would she be able to trust after something like this? Those thoughts were painful and they kept her awake at night. The truth was, she trusted Jaime to actually love her and to fight for this love just like she did. The ghost of his past love disappeared, it disappeared a while ago when he actually confessed to her. For so long she was certain that he couldn't love her because of Cersei. For so long she thought he could never love her and yet here he was proving her wrong. She trusted him. She trusted them and in the midst of chaos, at least they had each other.

At least they had each other.

-TBC-