Bäahal x Tyrion: Would you bid her command?

Bäahal x Tyrion: Would you bid her command?

A/N: Just wanted them to go at it a little bit :p a little banter between those two messed-up kids.

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« It is almost time, your grace. »

Tyrion's voice broke the silence that had settled in the dining room of the palace of Winterfell. Cersei had already sent her men to march on Winterfell and it had been decided that Jon Snow and Daenerys armies would meet them halfway. Bäahal had a hard time recovering from the trauma she got from the war against the night King, and it was enough to impact on her personality. Lord Varys, Missandei and even Jon Snow noticed how different she was since their return. She put distance between her and the others as if all the efforts she had made prior to the war had vanished. Her own sister had to take her to Rhaegal and Drogon so she wouldn't lose her connection to Viserion's brothers. Reconnecting with them had proven to be harder than she expected.

« I know, Lord Tyrion.....I am ready I guess. »

« You guess? » He repeated as he walked towards her and grabbed the chair that was on her right.

«  I /know./ » She corrected herself, as her purple hues finally set upon him and she nodded quietly. Her tongue spoke faster than she thought, as words escaped from her lips before she could process her own thoughts. She wasn't ready, it was obvious to the eye. « What about you? »

How could she be? When Daenerys took her to her sons, Bäahal was terrified of seeing them again. It wasn't the fact they were dragons or impressed her, no, it was the fact she would remember what she lost. She would see only two of them and would automatically try and reach out to her own dragon, to the departed third of the trio. And she knew it would break her heart again because Viserion was dead. The spot he had in her heart was left empty and the surviving dragons noticed how sad their aunt was. In a moment that was out of this world, Rhaegal came closer to Bäahal and leaned the tip of his snout against her hand, nudging it a little bit so she would know he was trying to comfort her. Drogon came closer as well, him who usually would look from afar. He let the tip of his tail wrap around her slender and small frame. Loosely enough so she wouldn't be crushed by his strength. And it was enough to make the princess cry her soul out, but it was necessary. They let her pet them and she finally confessed to Daenerys how horrible it had been for her to lose Viserion and how traumatic fighting the war against the Night King had been to her too.

« As ready as I can be. » He replied quietly as he sat on the empty chair near the princess. « Tomorrow we fight my siblings. »

« You have a lot to lose. » She glanced at him as he sat down on the chair and untangled the arms she had against her chest. « You have the most to lose... »

« I made a choice a long time ago. »

« You chose to /survive/. Fighting your family was /never/ part of the deal. » the silver-haired princess sneered at him,

« I /killed/ my father. » -He reminded her, his voice raising a little bit-

As surprising as it was, Tyrion felt each and every word she said as if she was stabbing him with a knife.Bäahal read into him like she would a book. Yes, he cared for his family, despite his allegiance to Daenerys, he still wanted to save his people. He was split in two between his love for his siblings -even Cersei- and his loyalty to Daenerys. He was blinded by his confidence in his skills to ensure everyone's safety and survival and it ended up with Daenerys burning up her enemies after she almost killed his foolish brother. She wouldn't have any mercy now that the war was declared and neither Cersei or she would back down until the other was dead. There was no prisoner in this war...only death was at the corner.

« You killed him because he wanted you dead. » She snapped at him quietly. « You wouldn't dare kill Jaime or even Cersei with your bare hands. You could have tried to, you could have gone to her room and end her life right there when you broke free but you took your father's instead. You love your siblings, no matter what you try to convince yourself with, you /love/ them. »

« I am loyal to the queen. »He claimed, his eyes now staring at the princess. She was attacking him, questioning him and his readiness to lead the battle Daenerys would start. How dare she turn the tables on him? Tyrion was certain on a lot of things in his life, he knew he was in love with the queen and at the same time crystallized his very raison d'être on her. He knew he wanted her to succeed and would do whatever it takes to ensure her victory. He also knew he loved his siblings and didn't want them dead.

« So you claim. But if she commanded you to kill Cersei would you kill her? » She furrowed her brows and looked at him intensely, her eyes almost gleamed as she was teasing the Hand of her sister.

« Would you kill my brother if she ordered you to? » He asked back. The question was easy to ask, almost at the corner of his lips as soon as she started to be defensive. Bäahal knew she would try to but wouldn't be able to end his life. The more she thought of it, the more she realized she might not be able to, regardless of how many lives she had already taken. Lord Jaime meant too much for her to eventually go through with the order. Silence settled between the two of them as their heated conversation came to a stop. They looked at each other and held each other's gazes for a while before the princess cleared her throat and relaxed her shoulders.

« I would try my best to do what is required from me. » -She sighed and tapped her fingers against the table. She wasn't able to give him a straight answer and Tyrion knew he would be giving her the very same.

« As would I. » He replied before he took a deep breath. « I didn't come here to argue with you princess, but it seems that our conversations always end up with an argument. » He sounded tired and disappointed in the turn of events, which the princess could understand. She felt the same.

« I didn't want to argue with you.... » -She held onto his hand and squeezed gently. « I don't want to. »

«Then let's drink. » He said as he fetched himself a glass of wine.

« Let's talk instead. I have plenty to discuss with you. » She admitted.

-TBC-