GoT (modern) : Returning Home.

Naath Radisson Blu Hotel: 

Knock... Knock... Knock

Bäahal had waited, perhaps an hour before she finally went to Kyra's room.  She was a little nervous wreck because it was the first time since the death of her mother that the silver head went to her birthplace. Naath was a beautiful island, filled with white-sand beaches and turquoise sea. It had a luxurious forest where animals -some of which were only native to the land- flourished and it was home to the most beautiful flowers. It was a treasure chest, perhaps one of the last where the inhabitants had the means to care for the land's riches. Either way, for Bäahal, it was home. She was born there and grew up until she turned 12. She knew the roads that led to the sea by heart and could remember the peculiar scent of coconut water. She remembered the smiles her mother gave her and their dances together. So, as a good friend, she had to share her treasure with Kyra Lannister. 

Kyra was Bäahal's first true friend. She was the first to see her for the content of her heart rather than the name she carried or the wealth she had inherited. She wasn't a Targaryen when she was with her friend. She simply was Bäahal. A young woman who loved to dance and wanted to make a career out of it. She was mischievous and kind (and a little softie at heart). She loved to make bad impressions of her siblings and her parents and upon landing at Naath, the silver head realized that it had been years since she last imitated her mother. Could she even gather the strength to visit her grave? Would she be able to even mention her without turning into a mess? Why was she thinking about her mother while waiting for Kyra to open the door?  She didn't know. 

~ Maybe she reminds you of your mother?~

The thought made her blush. Kyra was... different. She wasn't a spoiled brat like most rich kids were. She wasn't vain or vapid like most of them were. She had ambition, she was an artist. She painted -true, she did and Bäahal had seen one of her auto-portraits- She designed clothes and Bäahal had become one of her muses and her model. She was just like Suni, Bäahal's mother, who was an all-around artist. She sang, danced, painted and sculpted. Her daughter admired her warmth and the way she loved being alive. Life was worth living and to quote her mother, there was always a tiny bit of light even in darkness. Kyra was living proof of her mother's saying. She had to fight most of her life and despite dreadful circumstances, she was able to rise above it. Kyra welcomed her without any questions. She listened to her and comforted her when her heart was broken and panic had settled in her heart. Kyra had given her strength and loved her when no one else did. So lying to her about dating Jaime was making her feel uncomfortable. He requested it and she was loyal to him. He wanted to sort things out with his father and didn't want to bring drama into their lives. She would have to wait some more before she told the truth to Kyra and was hoping that the Lannister wouldn't take it personally.