GoT: "Betrothed"

Betrothed. 

The princess and the knight were betrothed. Coming to the realization that her dream had come true,  Bäahal couldn't help herself but smile at her reflection in the mirror. Bäahal had tilted her head to the side and was enjoying the memories of the morning. Jaime and she finally expressed their love for each other. Her body was still hot from their previous romp, her cheeks were dark from the blood that had rushed there and her breathing was still labored. Moments ago, the knight had ravaged her body, he had explored and claimed every single crease and curve of hers and she had enjoyed it. She had explored him too, allowing her hands to wander over his hard frame, his curly blonde locks, his beard, and his chiseled chest. She allowed her fingers to explore his body and his hard length with her fingers, her mouth, and of course, her moist core. It was the first time the princess actually made love, the first time she allowed a man to touch and claim her. 

She could barely register the emotions she was going through. Joy, of course, excitement, lust, and probably satisfaction. It was a wonderful experience. One she wanted to repeat as soon as possible and this new hunger put a smile on her lips. Jaime was such a kind man. He cared for her throughout the whole communion. He cared for her feelings, her emotions, her sensations, and her pleasure. He made sure she knew she had control and could call things off if she wanted to. He let her decide for herself, make demands, reclaiming her agency and that had been the best gift she'd ever had. Jaime... was beautiful. For the first time in her life, Bäahal took the time to look at a man, to see the little things that made Jaime who he was, the scars, the creases, the curves of his ass, the way his waist felt when she held onto it. She loved to see how strong her beloved was, how passionate, feverish, and ultimately how vulnerable he was too.  He was such a wonderful man and she was the lucky woman who was betrothed to him. 

Daenerys blessings were such a relief for the princess. She wouldn't have to worry about her union being accepted by her family but would only have to focus on the rest.  The smiling face of the princess slowly became somber as reality settled. They still had to hide her survival until the traitors who launched a siege against her were tried and punished by the queen. They still couldn't go out, or organize a banquet for their betrothal. They would have to face a huge backlack given Jaime's bad reputation and the deep hatred Westerosis felt for him. Bäahal knew that the months leading to their wedding would not be the easiest and she would have to take her responsibilities and act as her rank demanded. They had to be perfect to the outside world, so no one could ever say that the knight brought dishonor to the princess. 

Betrothed.

It was a bittersweet situation because the princess couldn't fully enjoy it but it was still better than anything she had ever known. Her heart, body, and soul belonged to Jaime Lannister and they both had decided to lace their lives together. What else could she dream of? It was all that she had ever wanted and she would fight to keep it that way.