Jaime
and Bäahal : Be yourself
The
princess unbraided her hair, meticulously removed the knots while
she stared at her reflection on the mirror. Tomorrow would be the day
she would slip into her armor, carry her valerian steel sword and be
ready to fight for her queen. Tomorrow would be the day Cersei would
die. Her face twitched, her lips trembled and she furrowed her brows
as she didn't want to think of what it implied. Tomorrow, Lord Jaime
would die too. If not physically, his soul would join Cersei's when
she would be killed. After countless conversations, she had with Lord
Tyrion, Missandei and even Jon, shedding a tear today would be
indecent and was not welcomed. She bid him farewell, they even kissed
on that last day spent together. It was time to put him away, push
the memory down into her heart, bury her emotions and ignore how it
made her feel. It was time to truly say goodbye and focus on what was
important: Her sister and the throne.
It
was within their grasp, just a moment away and soon the trumpets of
victory would be blown and Daenerys would sit on the throne. Mission
accomplished, now the real hard work would begin. Missandei already
decided for herself, what she wanted to do with her life. A life away
from King's Landing, a life of her own spent with the person she
chose to live with: Torgo Nuhdo. Jon already decided how he
intended to lead his life, to serve his beloved queen the best he
could, but where he was the most comfortable...Lord Tyrion would
serve her well...what about Bäahal? What did she want?
She let her hand touch her cheek, stroke the soft skin of hers before
it went down to her lips. She could still taste Lord Jaime's lips
against hers, the gratitude he had for the way she saw him, the
emotions she made him feel, the fact she treated him like another
human being. She could still taste how it made /her/ feel. The tingle
in her loins, the tears in her eyes.
Ah, tears... here
they came again. Her heart was broken, how could it not when
Lord Jaime was going to die? She was dreading encountering him
on the battlefield, but she already knew that it was the aftermath
she wouldn't stomach. If the battle didn't kill him, then seeing
Cersei's execution would surely. Could she watch it? Could she
endure seeing him lose what made him /him/? Could she stay?
She knew the answer to her questions, she couldn't and wouldn't want
to stay. She would leave, run away, try and find more about herself.
Answer his question after research of her own. He had always told
her to be herself and that was what she would do, to honor his
memory and her promise to him. She would find out who Bäahal truly
is.
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