Bäahal sat in her bedroom, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed above her chest. She was lost in her thoughts, pondering if her rash decision was the right one to make. She thought that Daenerys new romance with Jon Snow would give her some space, that perhaps, her sister would see her for who she was. It seemed to go that way for a couple of months, but soon enough, the dragon queen's iron fist clenched around her throat. The honeymoon was really short-lived and Bäahal thought that she should have anticipated it. What freedom did she have? Daenerys was controlling her finances still, only giving her monthly allowances and no amount of polite conversations would give the heiress, the freedom to do as she pleased.
She wanted to live with Jaime, together in his house. She wanted to settle with him, have a routine, and build a relationship but he told her that they would have to discuss it. Bäahal didn't like the sound of these words. "We need to talk" always meant that something was wrong and she realized that maybe, for Jaime, everything was going too fast. She didn't think things through and now... and now... She wrapped her arms around her legs and pulled her knees to her face. What if Jaime didn't want her to stay and settle with him? What if he told her that she couldn't just decide to leave her manor and hope Daenerys wouldn't want to know where she was. It would bring her issues to Jaime's door and she didn't want to force him into her miserable life. She tilted her head to the side and looked at her bags. Perhaps, it was best to stay at her house and protect Jaime that way. Perhaps she had no other choice but to accept that her family wouldn't change, there was no way out. There /was/ no way out.
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