"Jaime Lannister, I never thought you'd be bold enough to show your face here, after all you and your family have done to us." -Theo sneered while he was giving his salutation to Jaime Lannister. He should have addressed him more politely, but he refused to dignify him with the title "Ser"-
"It appears that you would have to discuss the matter with Ser Bronn since he is the one who invited me over, Ser Theodore." -The Golden Lion grinned and averted his gaze from Theodore to Bäahal, who was talking to Bronn.-
"I see. I will not anger our host. He's graciously welcomed me. I am still surprised to see you alive, Ser Jaime, but I guess that even the more wretched of us can deserve a second chance." -He sneered at him-
Theodore Tyrell's true name was Ambrose. He was the son of Lady Elinor Tyrell and Lord Alyn Ambrose. Yet, after the death of Lady Olenna Tyrell and the slaughter of his entire family tree, he was the only survivor of the whole house and defiantly decided to reclaim the name Tyrell, as a way to claim that his family wasn't completely wiped out. It was an act of defiance, mostly aimed at the Queen and the three remaining Lannisters: Tyrion, Kyra, and, more importantly, Jaime Lannister.
"I count my blessings then. The gods showed me some leniency, and I will take advantage of it to be a better man. Don't we all?" -He replied in a sneer-
"Maybe you've moved on from the War and the terrible years of ruling of Cersei and her children, but I haven't. I don't know why the gods kept you alive and why you're allowed to breathe the same air as our princess, but I will make sure to expose your true nature to her and the rest of the world. They will all see that you're a snake and nothing more. And I will have the princess. I will marry her. You have my word!"
Jaime shrugged and decided to ignore the less-than-subtle jab at him. He was aware of the hatred he would receive as soon as word would go out about his betrothal to the princess of the seven kingdoms. He knew. He went to Bäahal, who was draped in a lovely white and purple dress. She was beautiful, far more beautiful than he remembered her to be, and he couldn't blame Theodore Tyrell for wanting his beloved Princess. He only had to take a look at Bäahal to see what that man saw in her.
Jaime knew that the first thing he saw was her big silver mane, which she managed with braids and buns, so the hair would reach the bottom of her back. Theodore Tyrell probably saw her purple eyes, vibrant and delicate amethysts that held so much warmth and hope that it could only draw him to her. Jaime swallowed a lump, finding himself longing for a gaze from his beloved princess. His eyes averted from her face to her curves, well hidden behind heavy fabric. She had always been curvy, for as long as he remembered. The only time she had not been was after the siege. It left her emaciated and skinny, which shocked Jaime. It took a while, but Bäahal regained the weight she lost and was even more radiant. Jaime moistened his lips.
He knew how Theodore lusted after the princess, just as all the men before him had. He only saw the princess for her beauty, for how she presented herself to the world with her uncanny features and beauty. Like all these men, Theodore never cared for what was in her heart. He didn't care about her bravery or her love for her people. She cared for everyone and even risked her life defending peasants. Theodore didn't care about what made Bäahal the woman Jaime loved. He didn't care about her sense of humour and cuteness when she discovered the world. Jaime shrugged and simply closed the distance between the princess and Bronn. She held both of Bronn's hands and warmly shook them to express her gratitude for his hospitality. Bronn grinned and peacocked in front of her. Jaime cleared his throat, and she turned her head to look at him.
Her face lit up, and she leaned forward, welcoming him with a warm smile. He didn't dare touch her in public, mostly because it wouldn't be received well. She was the princess, and despite being betrothed, some gestures were forbidden. He simply slightly bowed at her, and she bowed back before she released Bronn's hands and caught both of Jaime's hands between hers. She thanked him for coming and riding her to safety. Unlike Jaime, the princess was oblivious to Theodore Tyrell's attraction to her. She couldn't see the anger that was bubbling at the surface when he was staring at Jaime. She didn't see the intense desire that man felt for her every time he set his eyes on her. Jaime saw it straight away, but as always, he didn't react to it. He didn't need to.
Theo watched as they slowly walked out of sight. He clenched his fists, hard enough to pierce through his skin and draw blood to his fingers. He couldn't accept that the princess had chosen this man as her betrothed. She might be leaving, but Theo was determined to see her. He would wait until she returned to the Red Keep to serenade her at home. This way, he was certain that she would not leave and would have to entertain him for as long as he stayed. This way, he would make sure to convince Bäahal to break up her engagement to Jaime Lannister and become his betrothed instead. Yes, he would do it! Yes, he will have her!
-TBC-
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