GoT: (modern): Inner Rhythm

GoT (modern) : Inner Rhythm

 

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Bäahal was stretching in Magali’s gym. Weeks after having won her first competition, the silver-haired woman was easing herself back into training. She was doing the frontal split, both arms on the floor to help support her body.  The honeymoon after her victory was coming to an end as she was sobering up. She wanted to improve her technique, come up with an even better routine but most of all, she needed to relax. Jaime was a force of nature, someone who swept her off of her feet whenever she laid her eyes on him. He was older -wiser in her own words-, cunning and the occasional shark when it came to business. Yet, he was kind, one of the kindest men she’d ever met in the elite. He was honest, fun, and loving. He cared for his nephews and siblings. He always welcomed her very well in their secret lair, cooking for her, making her comfortable, and carefully listening to her. That tugged at her strings, just the thought of him, his perfect face that filled her mind whenever it wandered.

 

Her trainer was observing Bäahal from afar. She had noticed when the last competition took place, that her student felt better. Despite the abuse from her family and the consequential frustration she felt, Bäahal was actually happier, healthier, and more relaxed. There was just something about the young woman’s smile that was heartwarming and the sincerity with which she spoke about her émotions and danced them off truly mesmerized Magali. Bäahal was a better dancer, there was no denying that. She was a better dancer because instead of grief, there was love. Instead of a desire to lose herself in her movements, she decided to express herself. Watching her dance that another day at the competition was truly unique. She was presenting herself to the world, and in a way, Magali felt that she witnessed a birth. That moved her to tears. She kept moving around the room so she could focus on the other students who were training as well with her but her eyes always glanced at the Targaryen Heiress.

 

Dance freed Bäahal. In a way, she found freedom in anonymity. Yes, she herself felt the change within her from the moment she met Jaime. Right after their first night together, the silver-haired beauty wanted to tell the world about how he made her feel. Instead of words, she couldn’t say, it was the body that did the talking. Each move was a conversation to the audience, each step and flips and splits were an account of how her heart felt. She was in love. She felt safe. She finally was seen for who she was instead of a Targaryen. With Jaime that was dynamic, she wasn’t a Targaryen, she simply was Bäahal. She was the spontaneous little vixen who always came unannounced to his place. She was the one who would send him messages and would make him lose his mind. Bäahal was...She was free.

 

Magali watched as the silver head rolled her head and yanked her body back. She was able to hold the position for about ten minutes and was ready to break it and relax her legs. As she sat still, the heiress was already thinking about the next competition. She would do even better, tell an even better story. A success story. For far too long she had to hide and comply. She had to endure the abuse from her father’s family and the scorn of her siblings. It was difficult to shine through, to assert herself. Her love story with Elias ended up in a fiasco, which destroyed her self-esteem. Dance saved her, Magali, and the underground world. The competition was a way for her to rebuild herself, prove that she had a purpose and could do great things, things she loved.  Bäahal was determined to see her victory as the real first step towards a better life. She wanted Jaime to watch her dance, live. She wanted him in the same room as hers, witnessing like the others her greatness. She was a superb athlete, someone who could have become even more famous for all the right reasons if she had tried to. 

 

She needed Jaime to see her in her element. Winning competitions, dancing her heart off, expressing her feelings for him. Ah. They chose to keep it quiet and to themselves. Jaime couldn’t see her in public. He couldn’t spend time with her in public, and they certainly couldn’t see each other when paparazzi and the family would become like rabid animals in search of blood. They couldn’t risk ruining everything and therefore couldn’t be seen in public. Not yet. She remembered how the press was when she was dating Elias and how they relished in her pain when he broke up with her. She remembered the shame, the distress, and how hard it had been for her to recover from such heartbreak and humiliation.  She remembered everything and refused to put herself and Jaime through this again. Maybe her lack of patience could be controlled, maybe her impulsivity could be reigned in. Maybe she could make peace with keeping things to herself for a while -not forever- until she and Jaime were certain that they wanted to be together. Until then, Bäahal would work on her next routine. She would keep telling her story. She would live.

 

 

-TBC-