Modern JB: Highgarden starry night

Modern JB: Highgarden starry night

// I absolutely adore these two. In any universe, we write them in. <3

Somewhere at Highgarden, Bronn's real estate

Daenerys Targaryen was a cunning woman, known as the Dragon Queen in this business world full of sharks, she was respected and even feared by some. Ruthless and relentless, she would not hesitate to use whatever she could to tip the balance to her favor. Highgarden was the richest land of Westeros. They were the equivalent of the Heartland of America because their lands were dedicated to Agriculture and Breeding. Most recently and in order to attract investors, the current owner of the land, Bronn decided to sell strategically placed pieces of land to the highest bidder. Those lands, in retrospect, weren't going to become a threat to Highgarden, but they were important enough to at least attract potential investors.

Most were interested only for the fame they would get from owning a piece of Highgarden, most, but not Tywin Lannister and Daenerys Targaryen. Both of them saw the potential it had and they wanted to own all the lands sold by Bronn. That was where negotiations started because Bronn didn't want the richest families to own all those lands, but they both were offering insane amounts of money, which seemed to be convincing enough for him to have publicly announced, he had narrowed down his bidders' list to the two families.

Entered Bäahal in the equation. It turned out -Thanks to Varys, the family's long-time friend and spy- that Bronn was infatuated with Bäahal and was more inclined to sign the contract in favor of Daenerys should her sister spend a few days at his real estate. Without even blinking, The Dragon Queen took Bäahal with her and they both spent a few days with Bronn. It wasn't unpleasant, for Bronn was funny and fun to be around. He knew the heiress wasn't interested in him but it didn't stop him from courting her and trying to impress her. He loved how exotic she looked to him. Her long and soft silver hair crowned a face out of this world.

Her high cheekbones -typical for all Targaryens-, her plump soft lips, her intense purple eyes were forcing him on his knees. Her curves were to die for -and so were Dany's-, and the fact she was a professional dancer only shaped her body even better. Toned thick creamy legs, a flat and toned belly, soft and firm breasts she always glamourized with extra-cleavage and a plump ass he always ogled whenever she walked past him. She was exactly what he was looking for. While most would try and avoid her because of her foul mouth and her tendency to be brutally honest and give the most epic reads, Bronn was attracted to her because of this. She was crass AND prim and proper at the same time.

Bäahal truly didn't care, although she was clearly aware that her sister was basically pimping her out. It didn't matter because she didn't have to do much but stay here and smile all day, laugh, and just be herself -Bronn insisted on that part-. He would serenade her from time to time and that was it. It was funny to her because while her body was at Highgarden, her mind was back at Jaime's secret lair – as she called it-. Her mind was back to him, to them being together in the secrecy of his second house.

She looked at Bronn playing guitar and was daydreaming about Jaime's massaging her calves and feet. She was watching him try to impress her with his knowledge and fun trivia and was thinking of Jaime's laughter as he was cooking something for her and she was teasing him about his favorite sports team.

His secret lair felt more and more homely as she went there and left a thing or two each time. Some underwear, her toothbrush, a few clothes so she wouldn't have to bring a bag each time she visited him. It felt homely because he was there with her and he was taking care of her. This house, Bronn's house felt empty in comparison. There were Daenerys alongside her but that didn't make it homely at all. It was cold. Her sister's violet eyes were cold and commanding as she wished Bäahal behaved well during those few days with their host. She wanted to sign that bloody contract and didn't want her sister to mess things up. As the fresh breeze of the night blew over her frame, the youngest heiress of the Targaryen's family wrapped her bathrobe around her frame tighter and leaned at her balcony as she watched the starry night. What was Jaime doing this late? She imagined he was probably having a board meeting, one of those boring duties a CEO had to attend. She imagined he was going through a lot of various thoughts while being held « captive » of his business meeting. She knew the first time she sent him a pic, he was actually having a meeting and wasn't focused for the rest of the day. She did promise him a picture of her legs and any other saucy type of pictures should she feel like it and tonight felt like the best moment to take her phone and send him a text.

As a matter of fact, she was missing the blonde Lannister. She wanted to fly back to King's Landing and spend time with him again, but her duties had to be her priority so she simply quickly took the phone from the pocket of her bathrobe and started to type a text to Jaime [To Golden Lion: Well, turns out I'm the first to text you after a while. I just wanted you to know that I was missing you. I'm at Highgarden, enjoying a fancy castle and a fancy dinner to come but all I am thinking of is you, my Golden Lion. So, in order to share the frustration, please find below a little memory of Highgarden.] and she sent it to him and quickly opened her bathrobe, revealing a white corset, some white pantyhose, and white laced underwear. It complimented well her silver hair and her dark complexion and she knew it would elicit a reaction from him. She then put the phone away and focused on getting dressed for dinner that night. It was the last day of their stay at Highgarden and Daenerys had placed her Hope into this day. Bronn had been satisfied with what he had with Bäahal there was no way he wouldn't sign. Wasn't it?

-TBC-