GoT: The house always wins

GoT: The house always wins

// I love these two, so so so much.

The princess was sitting in front of her vanity fair. A maid was brushing her hair and preparing it for the hairdo of the day. Her heart was heavy and she was upset to be unable to share with anyone how she felt, truly felt about the situation. With her former best friend, Missandei, she could at least allow her mind to wander away. She could think about a better future for herself and even voice wishes into the wind, hoping that they could somehow come to life. Her best friend was gone. Her sister held her future in her hands and the brother of the lover could not entertain conversations about Jaime. He couldn’t because he didn’t want to hurt Baahal by telling her to avoid keeping her hopes high. 

So the princess was left on her own, with her kind maid who was brushing her painstakingly long silver hair. Her eyes set upon her hands as they nervously tapped the wooden table of the vanity. She wanted to talk about Hope, about a future where she could marry Jaime. She wanted to talk about having a child of her own and how much she wanted to raise a happy little family with the Lannister. Of course, reality was worse than fiction. She knew that the minute they would tell the world they were together, the world would try to separate them. Jaime Lannister was the most hated man in Westeros and the princess was the most sought-after princess. She had suitors, plenty of them who wanted to circumvent the fact the queen married a bastard. She was an asset. She was a tool for them and they could not accept that someone else put his hands on her. 

Jaime And Baahal would need to fight tooth and nail to preserve their piece. She knew it, still, she imagined a world where she could have children with Jaime. She saw them with two kids. An older sister and a younger brother. She imagined their beautiful eyes. Perhaps purple, perhaps green… she had no idea. It changed all the time. They would be light blonde almost silver-haired. The little girl would look more like Jaime, a true Lannister beauty. She would have his energy, his cunning mind. She would be sweet and probably reserved. She would inherit a lot of her father's traits and Baahal would think she is the most perfect little girl in the world. The little boy would look more like her, perhaps he would have a darker skin color than his sister. He would be spunky, feisty, and probably very stubborn like she was. And he would be the most precious little boy ever. She could see it, she wanted it. She wanted to give Jaime the chance to be a father too and in her fantasy, she always imagined him there, training his kids, teaching them when he had the time to do so. He would be a good father, a better father than Tywin. He would be there for his children and the thought made Baahal shed a tear.

She wiped it off of her face and took a big sigh. What if….. what if the gods didn’t bless her with children? What if they denied her this joy? Maybe Tyrion was right and Baahal shouldn’t entertain a future with Jaime. Maybe she couldn’t allow herself to feel this way and picture a different life for herself. Still….. she wanted it. She needed it, more than anything in the whole world. A life with Jaime. The love of her life….. the moon to her stars. She couldn’t go against her sister's wishes and she couldn’t go against the gods. She made an oath. She was loyal to the house Targaryen and if her house wanted something from her, she would give it to the house. After all, the House always wins.