// My poor darling needs a me-time. so dancing she is going to do.
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Jaime wasn't gone, and the princess felt grateful to the gods for the opportunity she had to spend some more time with him. The hand of the queen, Tyrion Lannister, managed to give her five minutes in her room, allowing the couple to hug each other after spending many weeks away from one another. Five minutes were nothing but a blink of an eye for the silver-haired princess, but she'd rather have them than nothing. In this short time, the princess had been able to hold Jaime in her arms, but she didn't kiss him, despite the desire to do so. How could she? That kiss would probably haunt her if Jaime didn't survive. That kiss would leave a bitter taste in her mouth, for it would remind her that it was the last. She opted out of it, wishing to give them legitimacy within the walls of the Red Keep. A hug meant more to them, forehead against forehead spoke to them more than words, for that was their love language.
Since then, she was expecting her beloved to leave at any moment. It kept her on her toes and she couldn't help but try to find Jaime again, see him, and talk to him. She wanted to profess her love for him in a way that would not leave his mind. Something that would mean more than words, but given how limited their encounters were and how they could not display their affection in public, without the permission of the queen, Bäahal had to be a little more creative. She knew that when the sun was slowly starting to set, Jaime would take a break from his training and would take a walk. A young servant came to Jaime to let him know that he was expected to walk by the garden because someone was waiting for him there. He could care less about the garden, but since he knew the princess enjoyed going there, he took a liking to walk through the garden. She was waiting for him, dressed in a dancer's attire, which caught his attention.
Her midsection was exposed, showing off a toned belly and she was wearing a skirt that exposed her legs. It was a very revealing outfit, which contrasted with the veil she had on her head that only allowed for the purple eyes of Bäahal to be seen. It took Jaime's breath away, the vision of such a divine woman who seemed to have been waiting for him. She waved quietly before she turned to the servant that was standing near her and the guards who followed her every step. The servant cleared her throat and started to clap her hands, setting a rhythm the princess started to follow. Jaime stood still, his heart racing in his ribcage as he had never seen Bäahal actually dance.
He knew her and realized that she had set him up so he could witness one of her dances. The song was sung in old valerian, and Jaime recognized it after a few lines. It was a love song, a prayer to the gods to ensure the well-being of the dancer's lover. Jaime cleared his throat, and quickly looked for a bench to sit on once found, he walked towards it to have a seat and watched respectfully the show. Bäahal didn't say anything, instead, she kept dancing. She was gracious, she was fast, she was flexible and she was so beautiful while dancing that Jaime couldn't take his eyes off of her. She had something sensual about her, something he couldn't quite place. It probably was the outfit she was wearing, or maybe it was the intensity with which she was staring at him.
He couldn't see her face, but her eyes spoke more than words could. She loved him. She feared for his life. She trusted him. She didn't want him to leave, yet she respected his decision to go. She loved him. She loved /him/. The formerly known "Jewel of Astapor" who was driving men wild with her beauty, who had bards sing songs in her honor, and who was slowly becoming popular among the people... This woman... This woman had chosen him and she was dancing for him in the garden she loved so much. The Lannister watched her and couldn't stop smiling as he enjoyed the show. It was a prayer after all, and Bäahal meant every step, every arabesque, every head swing to the gods, old and new.
She ended it on her knees and hands up in the air, taking a submissive pose to entice the gods to grant her request to protect Jaime's life and return him safely to her. Jaime watched her chest heave up and down before she yanked her head back and put both hands on her chest. He applauded quietly, fighting the urge to run to her and pull her into a kiss. He had to hold back and bit his inner cheek as he wanted to remain still. She let her eyes set upon his face one last time and nodded quietly. He returned her nod, letting her know that he understood she was dancing for him before he watched her stand back up and return to her servant who raved about the dance she'd just done. She made enough noise and took up so much space, that nobody noticed Jaime quietly exit the garden to return to his daily routine. They didn't touch each other, they didn't even speak to each other, but by dancing, Bäahal gave him the most beautiful gift. A testament to her love for him. That motivated the knight to return to her. He would.
He would.
-TBC-
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