GOT (regular): She longed for her mother.

GOT (regular): She longed for her mother.

The bitter cold of Highgarden echoed a distant memory of Winterfell. The princess allowed the freezing breeze to blow on her face. It felt as if tiny knives were cutting her face everywhere at once. She realized, alone at that balcony, just how far she had gone. Her eyes were swollen and filled with unshed tears as she remembered her mother.  What would Sunni tell her daughter if she could see her today? Bäahal didn't have the answer to that question, but she wished she could see her mother's face once again. She died more than a decade ago, with hopes and dreams of seeing her daughter free. It made the princess whimper as she remembered a vague portrait of her mother. She didn't remember much of her, aside from her distinct albino features. There were very few that Bäahal could remember. It had been so long that she couldn't remember her voice. She couldn't remember the feeling of her skin under her fingers. She stroked her cheek and noticed how cold it was because of the breeze. It motivated the princess to turn around, so the wind would whip the back of her hair instead. 

Her heart sank in her chest, and she felt that she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Her mother was gone; that was the reality of the situation. Her beliefs in the gods old and new somehow offered a little bit of comfort because she fancied the idea that her mother was under their care and no longer suffering. The reality was different. She wished her mother were there. She wished Sunni could see what her daughter had accomplished. Who would have thought that the child of a slave, herself a slave, would rise to fame and become a princess? Who would have thought that the child of a slave would have songs written for her? Who would be praised as a hero? Who would have thought that her child, Bäahal, would one day be free to do exactly as she pleased? Who would have thought that she would actually have a life out of slavery? Her mom hoped for it, and Bäahal lived it. She was free. She was finally free, and Bäahal wished her mother were alive to witness this. The princess put her hand on her belly, thinking about how she wished for her mother to attend her wedding and hoped that wherever she was in the afterlife, she could watch her walk down the aisle and take Jaime Lannister as a husband. She wiped her tears, but the simple acknowledgement of these tears was enough for her to break down into tears.  She did it! She was free! She was happy!