modern JB: standing up to her

 

Modern! JB: Standing up to her

 

A/N: it’s technically not the first time she’s standing up to her, but it’s one of the hottest arguments she’s going to have.

 

Xxxx

 

“Open the door, Bäahal.” -The cold and commanding voice of the eldest Targaryen’s daughter echoed in the hallway-

 

Her voice made the silver head sit on her bed and tweak with the hem of her nightgown.  Since they returned from Highgarden, Daenerys had not seen or heard from her sister in more than 36 Hours. Bäahal had not returned her calls, nor did she answer her texts which roused suspicion from the matriarch of the family.  The youngest sibling looked at her hands, still shaking ever since she had returned home. She yelped when the banging on the door resumed and the upset voice of her older sister echoed through the door, once again.

 

“I won’t repeat myself, sister. If you do not open, there would be consequences.” – Her voice became threatening once again, prompting the young woman to answer her older sister-

 

“Again with the threats?” -Bäahal finally said, before she rolled her head and stood up, giving herself some strength. - “I heard you find the first time. Learn to be patient, Dany.” -She asked, while she stood up and walked towards the door.

 

“Finally! A reaction from you! Hurry up and open that /bloody door/!”

 

Bäahal executed her command, opening the door yet staring at her sister with a cold fury in her eyes. Daenerys grinned and walked into the room, her short stature might have been shorter than Bäahal’s but her aura crushed Bäahal who had to hold onto the doorknob to keep her balance. Daenerys was devastatingly charismatic, anyone who saw her would testify in that sense. She had to be lest she wanted her family to crumble. Bäahal knew of the pressure put on her shoulder ever since she was a child. Rhaegar was supposed to be the head of the table, the one who would decide for everyone and he would have been if he had not died a gruesome death. Viserys was a sociopath who was clearly dealing with his own issues. How could he lead this family when all he had in his veins was alcohol and drugs? He showed no interest in making decisions that could affect the rest of his family nor was he interested in their real estate and state of affairs. Bäahal could never.

 

She was a bastard child after all, the fruit of his passion with a commoner, an albino at that! Bäahal might have looked the most after their father, taking his good looks, his cunning spirit and his passionate soul, she was no more but the shame his family had to bear. It could only be Daenerys. Rhaella made sure to raise her daughter to become the Dragon Queen. She raised her to become a ruthless businesswoman who would inspire fear and awe in her wake. After she died, Aerys made sure to teach everything he knew until his last breath. So yes, to have this woman enter the room felt akin to having one’s throat held on by a professional wrestler. Bäahal closed her eyes and closed the door behind her.

 

“To what do I owe a nightly visit?” She asked, turned on her heels juts so she could face her sister.

 

At the sight of the angry silver head, Bäahal swallowed a lump and bit her inner cheek. Jaime had to convince her to return to her place, knowing that an unplanned long stay would rouse suspicion. She had to leave and that little momentum she got since her return gave her time to think of what actually happened when she was with him.

 

“Since you’ve asked so nicely, I will tell you.” Daenerys then put her hands on her waist and looked her sister up and down before she started to walk around in her bedroom. Her cold purple eyes looked through her belongings, from the dancing cups from the competitions Bäahal did as a child, to the tabloids papers that were scattered all over the place. She wasn’t what one would say very “neat” in her cleaning, which irritated her sister. “Where have you been in the last two days?”

 

“Why would I tell you?” -Defensive answer, charged with suspicion and thinly veiled anger-

 

“We’ve talked about this a hundred times already, Bäahal. With Viserys always ready to blow his last fuse, we have to know where each other is.”

 

“Cut your bullshit! Where do you think I would go, uh? To one of your socialite friends? The ones who would mouth every single shit I do every chance they get. I am /tired/ Dany. Tired of you trying to tell me what to do with myself!” She groaned and walked closer to her sister. “You’re always prying on me, always trying to see what I’m doing and who I am seeing! Don’t you have enough of spying me? Don’t you have better things to do?” -She raised her voice, but a cold glare had her retreat to the front door, taking several steps back. -

 

“Do you think /I/ enjoy this? Do you have any idea of how much time I am wasting because of Viserys and you?”

 

“Nobody asked you to do this! But you /are/ neurotic, so of course you’d have to do it! Why don’t you let me fucking live, uh?”

 

“Here you are again, acting like a child.” She said dismissively. The little anger she was starting to feel had to be snuffed out otherwise she would truly lash out at her sister and Dany didn’t want to. She had always been in control of everything, especially herself. The anguish, the sorrow, the pain caused by her father to both her family and her by first bringing Bäahal to their family and then dying was threatening to breakout. It took a lot of strength from the young woman to hold back her venom, but Bäahal was making it difficult to do so.

 

“Acting like a child?” -That was enough for Bäahal to roll her eyes and gather enough strength to leave the door and walk circle to the other side of the bed.

 

“Yes, a child. Your bedroom is such a mess, your outfits are such a mess, even /you/ are a mess. I always must clean up after you. You might not be psychotic like Viserys, but you certainly bring your own lot of issues with that mouth of yours, don’t you? I will start again, and you will answer.”

 

“No!”

 

“Where have you been in the past two days?”

 

“No!”

 

“Where...” -Dany walked again, skipping the present Jaime bought Bäahal for Christmas that was underneath a few clothes she threw there. “Have…” She kept talking while stopping by a photograph of both Bäahal’s mother and herself when she was a kid. “You.” She turned around and walked towards the bed. “Been?” She lifted a brow.

 

“This is humiliating….” Bäahal whispered, shaking from head to toe as her sister was dangerously closer to her. “I simply needed some time off. Get off my back!” She groaned and put her hands on her waist.

 

“You needed some time off? I suppose, getting drunk at a club, making a fool of yourself.” She repeated while her violet hues studied the room of her sister.

 

“You know what, why don’t you just spill the beans, /sister/? Why don’t you tell me why you’re so pressed about my whereabouts? I thought you were busy with signing that damn contract with Bronn!” -There. A snarky smirk crept upon her lips as she thought she took the upper hand-

 

“I signed the contract yesterday. Our dear friend Bronn came here to sign it and he was looking for you. I couldn’t find you anywhere and ended up making excuses for you. He gave me what he promised, but I know I missed an opportunity because you defected me.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The sudden anger the silver heiress felt overcame her fear of her sister. This was the reason she slapped Jaime, the words he used to describe what she did at Highgarden were awful, hurtful, and cut like a knife planted into her heart. Jaime was so angry, rightfully so. When Bronn called him and started to describe how much he wanted to fuck Bäahal and what he would do to her, Jaime was shocked, upset and angry to the point of a white silence. He couldn’t say anything because their relationship was secret, but he wasn’t happy.

 

Bäahal remembered how hot her cheeks were, how quickly her eyes filled with unshed tears and that slap. It was even worse after, when he finally told her that he wanted her to have a better life. He wished she could resist her sister, stand up to her and that resonated with Bäahal.  This was all coming back to her tonight, when her sister finally decided to stop by and lash out at her. Toxic behaviour. It couldn’t just slide like before. It could never keep sliding like that, at least not this.

 

“You wanted me to be around when Bronn came back?” Her voice was sharp, her eyes fiery. “You wanted to sell me like you did at Higharden???!!!”

 

“I didn’t sell you.”

 

“But you did! You fucking did! And I tagged along with you!”

 

“That’s not what happened! You’re being ridiculous!” -Yet her voice faltered, for the first time there was a crack in her voice. Her constant denial was quickly ripping through Bäahal’s patience.-

 

 “You’re doing it again! Trying to manipulate me into thinking that you’re not some kind of asshole! I didn’t see what you were making me do, because I wanted to please you. I’ve /always/ wanted to please you! I’ve /always/ wanted to make you happy. “

 

“I don’t CARE!” Daenerys yelled, breathing heavily as the words finally crossed her lips. “I don’t..” She blinked at her own words and shook her head. “Bäahal! Be careful what you’re saying next.” She clenched her fists and walked towards her, her eyes throwing bolts.

 

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO THAT YOU HAVENT ALREADY?” She yelled and stood on her feet while her sister stopped walking. “You stripped me off of my dignity already! Had a man think he could fuck me just because you led him on. Do you realize what you’ve just done? Do you realize that I didn’t want to see you after that because I felt dirty? You used me for a fucking patch of land!” There, she used Jaime’s words and just as it unfolded between the two of them, Daenerys slapped her hard.

 

“Not a word. You will have to think long and hard about what you’ve just said to me. We will talk soon enough.”

 

And the matriarch left the room, -actually she fled from it- as her heart was racing in her ribcage. It was something unprecedented, Bäahal’s rebellion and refusal to listen to her. Perhaps the truth was a little darker there. In truth, she was hurt because she’d just realized that she went way too far this time with her sister. It was one thing to be restrictive and in control, but it was another to basically pimp her sister to one of the richest men of Westeros. She was ashamed, confused and all-in-all: angry. The silver haired heiress, however, was shocked by the slap she had just gotten. Her eyes shifted from left to right before she looked at the floor. Her cheek was burning but she was feeling good. She was feeling stronger, she was feeling euphoric even and that made her sit on her bed, eyes still wide open before she grabbed her phone and texted him, her Golden Lion: [Text to Golden Lion: “I have stood up to her. Got a slap in my face but that was earned. I have to tell you. Give me a call when you can. Your firecracker.]

 

-TBC-