GoT (modern): Jaime x Bäahal : JB

 GoT: (modern): Jaime x Bäahal: JB

Bäahal rubbed her temple. her head was buzzing hard, so hard that she couldn't hear her own thoughts. she rolled her head to the side and felt how dry her mouth was. Hangover! That was a proper hangover and she was already mumbling a curse under her breath. Why did she end up drunk again? The silver-haired heiress rolled on the bed, so she could lay on her side. Her silver locks fell upon her face and she held onto the sheets. A groan! A sigh! and she licked her lips to moisten her plump lips. Come on, wake up Bäahal. Stand up! She tried to move her leg but it didn't want to move, so she gave up for the moment. Instead, she sighed in frustration again and rolled on her back. Her eyes stared at the ceiling and she rubbed her forehead again. It hurt. it hurt so much that she couldn't even begin to find a shred of motivation to leave her bedroom. so she would remain there. that wasn't so bad after all, to stay there. 

There, in the darkness of her room, she felt free to let her imagination run wild. What if she wasn't alone in her room? what if there was someone else with her? She wouldn't mind some company. At first, she thought that she could leave her bed and try and see her sister but Dany had been avoiding her since they returned from Highgarden and Bäahal stood up to her. Viserys was nowhere to be seen and the dogs were great company but they couldn't talk and she wanted to talk. She closed her purple eyes and bit her bottom lip. Whatever, she could always imagine who she wanted to see. A Lannister. she wanted to see a Lannister. Now what she needed to know what who? Could it be the young and beautiful Kyra? Oh, Kyra Lannister... she was the unexpected friend.  Bäahal couldn't have imagined that in the sea of fakeness, there could be someone who would genuinely want to befriend her. Kyra wanted it. She was so gorgeous and despite the weeks that went by since their first meeting, the heiress didn't forget about her. 

She remembered her voice, soft and silky. Her gentleness and the cute giggle they shared. She remembered the beautiful dress that was hugging her curves. she remembered the green eyes, the blonde locks. Most of what went on that night were forgotten due to her being tipsy, but the silver-haired woman could remember one thing: Kyra's warmth. She felt good next to her and she wanted to meet her again. Perhaps they could talk some more, joke about their family, dream about their future, free from the clutches of Destiny. That brought a smile to the young woman's face. She yanked her head back and opened her eyes again. The ceiling was particularly exquisite from this angle. Her father had it painted to suit the heiress' taste. He knew she loved the stars and had them painted with a special paint that glowed in the dark. her favorite stars. She could see the one at the center, the one that represented her mother. Next to her, there was her father's and in the middle of them, there was Bäahal. A message in her mother's native tongue was written on the right. 

It was a quote from a book Sunni loved that would be read as such: "When two souls become one, they create something that lasts forever: a testimony of their love for one another. A bond that couldn't be destroyed, a truth that couldn't be denied." It was a lovely quote that was often cited by Aerys the II. Bäahal was well aware that her mother was the love of his life, the last soul on Earth he wanted to love. Losing her devastated him and he never fully recovered from this loss. She understood what that was. She understood how love could make one lose their mind. She was in love too. Her eyes closed again and she ran her hands over her chest, up to her neck, and then lifted her arms up. She was in love with Jaime Lannister, of all people! After having suffered a heartbreak so bad that the whole press went after her like vultures and fed on her pain, she found a way to love again. 

They were Jaime and Bäahal: JB for those who wanted to ship them. It had a nice ring to it after all. JB was far better than Baalias! oh, how she hated when the press called her couple with her ex like this. it felt cheap, it wasn't romantic and it sounded like the name of a cheap car or perhaps a boat. JB was just the first letters of their names, something romantic that could be carved on a tree or written on a notebook discreetly. it was something that could only make sense to those who were in their inner circle and knew about the pairing (which was just the two of them). It was theirs. it was just theirs. Her eyes opened again and she started to massage the top of her head, purring in the process as she enjoyed her own touch. She was missing Jaime. That was the truth. 

She wanted to see him, to crawl into the bed up until she could wrap her arms around his frame and lean her face against his chest. she wanted to fall asleep on him and feel his hand rub her shoulders, or massage her scalp to ease her into sleep. She wanted to feel his lips press kisses to her temples or forehead, reassuring her that he was staying there and wouldn't leave. The bed felt emptier this morning and the headache she was nursing didn't seem to help her think otherwise. She groaned and rolled again, this time in order to lay on her tummy.  she pressed her face to the mattress, in order to groan into it and shrugged. They were in a secret relationship and Bäahal feared that the obvious happiness on her face and the change of demeanor might catch the attention of her sister. Standing up to Daenerys wasn't a habit just yet and she dreaded retaliation from her.

What if she made a mistake? what if Jaime didn't want it to be serious? what if Daenerys was right and Bäahal couldn't pick the right guy? Her head banged harder and Bäahal decided to give up on trying to stay awake. instead, she just closed her eyes and curled herself into a fetal position to find some sleep. perhaps she would think more clearly when she wakes up later. perhaps, she wouldn't feel the need to be afraid. Everything was alright. Everything would be alright. JB was real. and Jaime was still with her, through the presence of the box he gifted her on Christmas. Everything was alright. And with that thought, she drifted back to sleep. 

-TBC-