They knew her as the Silver Princess. the Dragonrider, a champion of the Great and the Last War of Westeros. They knew her as the only princess who wanted to reach out to the poorest of them all, the only one who wanted to mend the relations between the subjects and the lords. They knew her as the princess with a golden heart, the one who nearly gave her life at the Siege and helped commoners survive as long as possible. Words got fast about her and her reputation preceded her, yet Jaime was certain they didn't know the princess the way he did. How could they know her the way he did? They'd never have Bäahal storm into their bedroom to have an impromptu conversation. They'd never had to watch her stare into their eyes, reading their eyes to find the truth. He'd never lied to her, he couldn't bring himself to lie to Bäahal when she was so intensely searching for his soul with her big wet amethyst eyes.
Bäahal was honest, genuine in the way she spoke. She had little to no filters -he should know, she'd tried and failed to not kiss him when they saw each other again at Highgarden- and she always made sure to speak her mind whether it was the right thing to do or not. They'd never have to hear her claim how she was missing Viserion, days after his death. She confided in him without second thoughts and that, perhaps, along with the now-gone feeling that she should be sacrificing her life to her sister's glory, was enough to melt the ice that had settled in his heart. They'd never heard her thank them for having killed her mad father and saved the people from his dragonfyre. They'd never seen her insist in seeing him as a good man, despite the many crimes he'd committed in the name of love. She understood him, she valued him. She was the one who left King's Landing afte the victory of her sister, in order to find him. Save him. Help him.
They didn't know the princess as the knight did. They'd never seen her cry. Bäahal saved her tears for when she was alone with people she trusted. She'd cried with Daenerys, she'd cried in front of Tyrion, Missandei, Kyra and Jon. but she'd never cried as much as she did with Jaime. With him there was no walls. with him there was no restrain. she was pure unadulterated emotions, especially love, anger and sadness. They'd never seen her cry because of them, but Jaime did. each time he tried to protect her, he always ended up breaking her heart and even when they were about to finally share their feelings, they still couldn't be happy and he still managed to break her heart. the pang in his heart was intense everytime he set his eyes on her. the guilt, the desire to come closer to her and protect her heart overcame him. they could never know.
Bäahal was otherworldly. Her high cheekbones, plump lips, purple eyes and silver luscious locks were unique to her. Jaime could lose himself just by staring at her and she haunted his dreams. She was generous and determined. She loved with everything she had and that love couldn't be ignored. That love, her gentle presence felt like salvation. She did save him when she found him in Highgarden. She did save him when she gave him warmth and love when he had none for himself. Her resilience, determination and stubbornness cracked the walls he had put up before. Bäahal was a firecraker, desire made flesh, kindness without any reservation. she wasn't jaded by the life she led before. she didn't see the world as doomed, no, instead she could still found wonders in life. she could see appreciate life and still wanted to live, so fiercely so. So how could they know her?
They didn't, but he did.
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