GoT (Modern): Unscripted

 GoT (Modern): Unscripted

A/N: One too many scandals. One too many drinks. One asshole is getting broken ribs. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0RyInjfgNc4

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"What are you doing?" -Bäahal's drunken voice barely escaped her lips-

He was overpowering her, his hands were holding onto her waist as tight as he could, forcing the young woman to look up to his face. She was drunk, not enough to lose track of time or pass out, but enough for her to be slower and exhausted. His features were blurred, but she could tell it was a man. He was tall, fair-skinned, with a squared jaw. She tried to look at his face but she couldn't see him clearly. Instead, she felt his lust. His eyes were intensely staring at her, enjoying the sight before him. Bäahal was scantily clad in a very fitting grey dress that exposed her perfect figure. Her hair, formerly in a loose bun was now looking messy, as she was struggling against the stranger. It escalated very quickly, way too fast for her liking. 

"I am trying to have a good time. Come on, Bäahal! Don't tell me you don't want to have fun." -He replied, his voice coarse and his breath heavy.-

His piercing blue eyes had studied her unique features with surgical accuracy. He noticed Bäahal from the moment she arrived at the party. She was the main attraction of the party given the way her skin glowed under the neon lights or the way her silver hair captured light. He noticed the way her hips were swaying in tune with the music and the smile she had on her lips as she was dancing. She seemed to be out of time, lost in her thoughts and absolutely enjoying herself. She excited him and awoke the beast within him. He had to have her. 

Bäahal was the most sought-after bachelorette. Everyone knew about her infamous breakup with the dornish heir. Everybody knew how devastated and distant she had been since then. No other suitors made themselves known since her break-up and Bäahal quickly became a "target". The 8th wonder of the world with her sister Daenerys. The daughter of one of the richest men on the planet, rivaled only by Tywin Lannister and his empire. A woman who was so magnetic that she turned heads wherever she went. Single, available, ripe for the taking. 

"I don't want to have fun. Let me go asshole!"' -She groaned. Bäahal believed that with just a very stern voice and an intense gaze she would have made him stop, but he didn't want to stop.-

"Come on, Bäahal. Don't be afraid. I just want to have a good time with you." -His breath stanked. It was tainted with alcohol. His grip was tighter on her waist and his boy was pressed against hers, suffocating her in the process. "I heard you were easy. That given the proper amount of drink, you would be wild."

Her eyes grew wide as anger slowly rushed through her veins. She was easy? What made them believe that she was easy? Was it the fact she loved dancing and didn't care if the whole world saw her dance? Was it the fact she was attracting many and was single? How dare he tell such awful things about her? How could he even think she was easy? She blurted words, unsure of what she actually said since her headache intensified. She was still struggling against him, pushing him away -still nicely so- so she could breathe some fresh air. Where did these rumors come from? She'd never heard of these and if they were true, Daenerys would have stormed into her bedroom for a "sisters chat". She didn't. He was just full of shit and trying to justify his disgusting actions. Blurred face grinned and tried to kiss her but she dodged his face and turned her head to the side. 

"Get the fuck off me, Loser!" -She growled and pushed him harder. Bäahal managed to surprise him enough for her to be able to breathe.-

"I saw the news! you went to Highgarden with Daenerys for "negotiations" didn't you? Everybody knows Bronn wants to fuck you! You can't tell me that your sister didn't give your pussy for a patch of dirt?!! " -He couldn't finish his sentence. Bäahal eyes were now filled with anger. So she slapped him hard.-

"Shut the fuck up! You don't know what you're talking about!" -She screamed and hit his chest with her knee. That was enough to make him bend forward and to have her slap his face as hard as she could. She hoped he would fall, but he didn't. Instead, it enraged him and he retaliated with a slap that made her hit the wall and but a vein.-

"Shut up bitch! How dare you slap me? You think you can strut around dressed like that and not get what's coming?" -He started to blurt out, pissed off by the heiress. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around so he could see her face. his other hand ran over her leg and tried to pull her panties down but she headbutted his face, cracking his nose in the process and making him bleed. "You worthless whore!" He screamed in agony, causing enough commotion for people to come and see what was going on. 

Bäahal had her eyes wide open and looked like a Fury who shouldn't be trifled with. She hated being violent, and hated, even more, being assaulted. His slap triggered her flight or fight response and for once, Bäahal's body was cooperative. She was probably too drunk to realize the full extent of what had almost happened but for a brief moment, she regained some clarity and recognized the guy. He was a random heir from the Iron Isles. He was even more of a nobody, less than the now destitute heir Theon Greyjoy. He was nothing. She didn't remember his name but couldn't forget his face. He was one of Elias's friends. He had always tried to have his way with her but she had always rejected him. This guy, whatshisface, was a drunk violent asshole. He was just saying whatever would get the reaction he wanted from others. Bäahal realized that he just wanted to take advantage of her and she tried to calm down but her heart was racing through her ribcage. She couldn't help but think of Jaime, of what he told her a while ago about the repercussions of her visiting Bronn. She could still see the face he made and the fact he was upset. 

Usually, people left her alone. She was the ugly duckling of the whole Targaryen family. They didn't care about her, nor did they want to. But, Bäahal was also a gorgeous woman whose beauty attracted all kinds of men. She had the respectful ones, the predators, and the assholes and this man was no exception. He was intoxicated and she was intoxicated and that was enough for her to find herself in a situation like this. Did she want to keep living this life? Did she want to still be a socialite? She was hyperventilating still, her nerves were set ablaze and her mind was filled with thoughts that kept trampling one another. Her body was shaking and the rush of adrenaline was keeping her acutely attentive. This place wasn't safe anymore for her, so she had to leave. When the host of the party, Eleonor Bigsby tried to apologize to her and check on Bäahal, the heiress snapped at her and asked why she didn't vet her guest list before she let this notoriously bad person in.

The answer was easy to find. This asshole was extremely rich and his parents were influential. Of course, he would be invited over to parties. Of course, he would be a complete douche. Of course, he thought he could "score" Bäahal that night. The lonely Targaryen. The sanest of the trio left to rule the empire. The half-breed of the pack. She was an easy target -or so he thought- and he was disappointed and shocked to discover that she had more spunk than she let on. It shook her up to her core but angered the silver heiress even more. Was there some truth in what he had said? could it be that Bronn said something to other people? Did he lust after her openly like he did with Jaime? who else believed that she ended up sleeping with the man so her sister could own pieces of his land?  On top of it all, how could she look so miserable that a low-life like that guy thought he could take advantage of her? she fumbled while looking at her phone but managed to get it and managed to text Jaime. "Come pick me up, please.. " and she proceeded to give him the address. 

Next to the building where the party took place, Bäahal found a public garden where she could find a bench to sit on. She did and sat there, allowing the fresh air to blow upon her and help her get sober. She already knew that this would somehow end up in tabloids and was already bracing herself for her sister's reaction. Was it her fault if she had been assaulted? of course not! was it her fault if she broke the nose of her assailant? hell yes! Was it her fault if she was nosebleeding too? No. It wasn't! she was still bleeding and that forced her to fumble in her bag in search of a handkerchief she could use. The sting of the slap was still being felt and her eyes slowly cried the tears that had pooled there. She reacted. she hurt him back... somehow, she protected herself from Viserys -and the slap he gave her a couple weeks ago-. Somehow, she allowed her own anger to take over... somehow the tears were her relief, or perhaps she was thinking about her Dad since the anniversary of his death was a couple days ahead of her. All at once, everything was hitting her, all at once.

What else could she do, if not just sob quietly on her bench?? what else could she do, if not just rub her arms in order to soothe herself. Damned be tomorrow! all that mattered to her was that Jaime found her and took her home. To their place. 

-TBC-