-Jaime x Bäahal : A friend for me.-

-Jaime x Bäahal: A friend for me.-

Early morning at Casterly Rock,

the silver princess quietly opened her eyes and stared at the rich ceiling of her bedroom. As her body awoke, she felt the sting of the wound she had on the side of her torso. It was still recovering and she needed to rest. She wiggled her toes and stretched on the comfortable mattress. Aside from that wound on the side, the other minor wounds had healed by now, which was a comforting thought. As her purple hues noticed the sculpted lions at the corner of the ceiling, more coherent thoughts crossed her mind. Lord Jaime answered her prayer and rescued her from a botched assassination attempt. He watched after her, day and night until he couldn't do otherwise but tend to the city needs. For days he prayed the gods, wished for her to recover and kept her company and while she couldn't possibly remember what happened after she passed out, knowing that in such a situation she wasn't alone warmed her heart.

The princess sat on the bed and held her nightgown between her exhausted fingers. It was clear that she had not fully recovered her strength. Starvation had weakened her body to the point that she couldn't walk long distances or for too long. She had to take breaks and sit but most importantly feed in order to become stronger. The situation forced her to be patient and to plan things ahead. Her conversation with Jaime highlighted the fact it would certainly not be a single attempt but instead, peçople would try and get to her again and again and again until she was done. Someone wanted her dead and it certainly wasn't just Gregory, that traitorous guard. Someone wanted to get at her sister and that was something she wouldn't let happen. Jaime knew what he was doing, he took the bet that being given the choice to either rest or protect her sister, The dragon princess would do her best to protect her sister. It was the motivation she had, after all, the one she always had from the moment Daenerys rescued her from Mereen and she realized she had a sibling.

Protecting Daenerys was something, but she couldn't achieve her goal if she didn't fully recover. As she stood up and went to take a bath, the princess looked at her frame. She did lose weight, dramatically so and while she hated her reflection because it was the visual evidence of the trauma she suffered from, lord Jaime didn't. He didn't. His reassuring words echoed through her mind. It made her blush and bit her bottom lip. It didn't change who she was.. except, maybe it did. Bäahal noticed the way she acted around a crowd. She didn't trust people, except for Lady Kyra and the Golden Lion. Both were her friends...yes... friends! As she realized it, the silver-haired princess felt her heart beat faster.

She used to have one friend in the whole world when she was still a slave. Missandei, when their masters met, brought light to the darkness her life was. Unfortunately, as soon as Daenerys sat on the throne, Torgho Nudho and Missandei left to live their own life. Missandei left Bäahal behind -for her own good- but before she knew it, the silver princess realized she had made actual new friends. People who were supposed to be enemies became her closest friends. They were people she trusted, people who talked with her and who saw Bâahal for who she really was. But in the midst of such trouble, she had friends.

The thought was comforting and it was enough to bring a smile to her lips. She would go and see him. She would talk to the Knight this morning because all the cells in her body wanted to see him. She remembered his hug, she remembered his warm and strong arms wrapped around her frame as she kept him closer to her. She remembered how good he smelled and how much safe he made her feel. She needed to see him thank him properly, about her rescue and about the support he kept giving her continually. She had to see him. He was her friend. He was all she needed right now. 

-TBC-