Silver locks fell onto her chest and lap. Bäahal was sitting on the plane that was taking her to New-York. Her eyes were scanning the pages of the magazine she was reading, searching for the new gossips about her and her family. Bäahal chewed at her bottom lip, moistening her plump lips as she read some juicy news about the hottest bachelors and bachelorettes of the world. She curbed a brow, as she saw the names of some heirs she knew mixed in with celebrities. It made her giggle a little bit upon reading the name of Kyra Lannister, because it had been a while since she last saw her. Kyra Lannister was such a beautiful woman. She was genuine and kind, reserved but not calculating. She treated her well during her charity and while they took separate ways and life took them apart, the woman wanted to see her again.
Her purple hues kept scanning the pages and she then found out a double-page feature on Jaime Lannister. Her heart started to beat faster and she couldn't help but bit her bottom lip harder, almost sinking her teeth into her flesh. They chose a good picture, Jaime was standing up, his bike next to his frame. He was wearing a large brown coat with a three piece brown suit and a white shirt. At his feet were leather shoes that completed the gentleman look he was going for. The article was focused on his family and how and why Jaime had been voted the sexiest man of the year for the 4th consecutive time. Well, they were right, Jaime was sexy. He was handsome and so much more. Her eyes closed for a minute and she leaned into her seat.
When was the last time she saw him? Oh... several weeks ago, before he went on a business trip. As usual she paid him a visit and the two of them spent the night together, talking, drinking, fucking and laughing. As usual, she craved his company and would have stayed longer if she could. As usual, she felt comfortable and at home. Jaime...Jaime... Oh how she missed him. Her violet hues slowly started to fill themselves up with fresh unshed tears. She was missing Jaime and that was a feeling she hated above everything else. How come a person she'd met just a couple months ago was now someone she wanted to be with every day? How come she was feeling as if her heart was being torn apart? How come she felt incomplete? Well.. she had the answer already, she was in love with the heir. She was in love with Jaime.
The stewardess stared at Bäahal and enjoyed the article. She couldn't help but read over the shoulder of the silver haired woman who didn't notice her just yet. "He's handsome isn't he? He's so dreamy!" She said, betraying her position and forcing Bäahal to look up to the young woman. She furrowed her brows, feeling overprotective about Jaime but quickly shook her head and nodded. He sure was handsome. He sure was sexy, but Jaime was so much more than just a good body and a beautiful brain. Bäahal realized that most people didn't really pay attention to him and didn't really care about his heart. They only saw what was on the surface and that bothered the silver head who hated the fact Jaime was either known as a reckless hot head, or cunning businessman, or a sexy man.
"Yes.. yes he is." She simply said, stroking the face of the man with the back of her forefinger. "I bet that he's more than just a pretty face." She whispered to herself.
"Do you know him, Miss Targaryen?" -She felt blood rush to her cheeks and shook her head as quickly as possible.- "Oh, I see. Well... If we were in another world, perhaps you could have been with him. I think you look good together."
"You do like to play with fire, don't you? I'd rather keep my head than tempt Fate. I leave seducing Mister Lannister to you." She grinned and closed the magazine for a while. As a matter of fact, she hated this conversation. She hated pretending. She hated hiding and in moments like these, when solitude was overwhelming, she hated being far away from him. She was missing her Golden Lion and it showed that day. Upset, Bäahal leaned her head against the plane window and looked past it in the hopes it would help her mind escape the present tourment. Perhaps it would work, perhaps it wouldn't. Either way, she was missing him and that was a fact.
-TBC-
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