TB: Murderous rage

Sara tilted her head to the side, eyes wide open and turned purple as she stared at the screen. Her hand lay on her belly, and she squeezed her shirt as tightly as she could. What the hell was going on? On TV, she saw her estranged aunt Tabitha crying, surrounded by her children, Melanie, Charles, Kendra, and Ralph. They were holding family pictures and portraits of Sara as well as signs where they wrote "We love you, Sara." and "Forgive us, Sara." They were claiming Sara abandoned her family, that once she became a supe, she rejected those who cared for them, and went as far as to say that Sara refused to come back to their family despite their best efforts. The supe started to shake and gritted her teeth. These bastards, how could they slander her on TV? How could they try to force her hand in giving them money? All of them, she hated all of them, and without even realizing it, everything in her room, except for her, started to float. 

Her eyes became even brighter the more she dug her fingers into her flesh. The same desire from when she was 18 started to suffocate her. The same urge to kill those bastards when they were laughing and insulting her when she tried to reconcile with them. The same disgust that grew in her loins and threatened to spill out like poison was slowly starting to suffocate her. The journalist who was interviewing them was known for scandals. Chet Miller called himself a trash journalist because he always sniffed around unsavoury situations, and he knew that with all eyes on her, Sara was a prime target. The supe closed her eyes, and all the furniture suspended in the air fell and broke on the floor. Sara did not care. How could she care when her whole body was yearning for murder?  How could she when traitors were spewing nonsense and hatred on TV for all to see? Flashbacks filled her mind. Memories of her constant abuse came back to her, and Sara ended up screaming. Her powers destroyed the TV, and she fell to her knees. 

She ran her hand through her silky black locks and wiped the tears that soaked her face. Why was she crying again? Why was she crying for them? Sara could not stop herself from crying. All she could think of were the years spent at the orphanage. All she could think of was the nights spent crying herself to sleep and trying to protect herself the best she could. All she could think of was her cousins' faces filled with disgust and her aunt's filled with rage at her sight. They blamed her for her parents' deaths, but they also blamed her for being different. They called her Satan's child. They called her all types of names and laughed at her attempts to reunite with them once she aged out of the system.  When Sara rose to fame and became a megastar, they were giving interviews, calling her a slut, the whore of  Babylon, and someone who was collecting blood money. They accused her of drinking the blood of her fans, and AND NOW? And now that the aunt had cancer, they were playing the victims and were trying to force Sara's hand into helping them. 

Her angry groans gradually turned into laughter. How absurd this situation was. Her parents saw in her not the child but what they could get from her. Fame and money. They abused her and allowed others to do the same in hopes it would activate her powers or make her stronger. They were hoping Sara would make them rich and help them escape their ridiculous financial situation.  Her extended family was no different. They discarded her when they did not need her, left her to rot at the orphanage, and later on, the fend for herself, and now that they needed help, suddenly they remembered her existence. Same as Brett... same as all those assholes who thought that they could control her, use her.... and abuse her.  Brett.... a couple of days ago, he attacked her and all the people working for her label. A couple of days ago, he opened a wound she thought was closed off by now, and he reactivated her fight or flight response. He could have taken her that day, if it wasn't for Ryan trying to help her and for so many people who could identify him.  He could have... and if he succeeded, what would have been of her? Sara's face was soaked with her tears, and despite doing her best to wipe it all off with the back of her hand, it was useless. 

So the laughter turned into sobs, once again, as she wondered if her life was to be miserable like this until the day she died. Why would it be? Why would it be when she was dating the most powerful man in the world? Homelander always protected her, except for the days he was busy with the Boys. He always made sure she was alright and had some protection with her at all times, but Brett's attack proved to be too powerful for the supes he tasked with her protection. With Homelander and Ryan, she found people who wanted to protect her. She found people who cared about her, and for the first time in a long time, Sara realized she didn't want to put them in danger. She had to become stronger. She had to be able to protect Ryan as he was still just a child. She had to be stronger, and slowly but surely, Sara's cries turned into laughter once again and quickly became filled with rage as she focused her attention back onto her family. Obviously, she could not let them slander her in public without retaliating, and she would do so. She was keen on leaving them alone, on ignoring their very existence, but now that they tried to run her through her mud? Oh, Sara had no pity left. 

She would first destroy any credibility left, and if they tried to push their luck, she would kill them with her bare hands. Yes! She would kill them, using her powers to either make it quick or prolong their suffering. As determination was flooding her veins, Sara's eyes shone brightly, so much so that she was hovering above the floor. They would pay for everything, for her parents, for the orphanage, for Brett and Tara, and for their own actions towards her. They would pay, and she would bathe in their blood. Her eyes grew wide a wave of purple energy went through her room, effectively destroying it further.  A flick of her wrist and the door opened, allowing her to fly out of the room and towards Vaught Tower. Sara's mind was now pure anger, and the only way she could release some of the tension was through the use of her powers or sex, and right now, the use of her powers seemed the more appealing idea. She was craving violence. She needed violence. She needed justice...No... She needed revenge. 

-TBC-

Lux TV tropes

Most Recent History:

After meeting with Jake, Lux encounters Dalmas Stejic, a hermit scholar who dedicated his life to protecting the memory of his people.

TROPES ASSOCIATED WITH Lux Adora

• The Determinator: She isn’t the type to give up on wanting something. When she sets herself a goal, she will never give up. She displays this determined behavior concerning her family, and she will do everything to keep them safe, even if she puts her life in danger.

• The Dreaded: Lux is known to be very powerful. She is the descendant of the first vampire in the world, and this special blood makes her far more powerful than most vampires. Only the founding fathers and very old vampires can overpower her,

• Action Girl: Comes with being a vampire.

• Action Girlfriend: She is a powerful vampire who will stop at nothing to protect her hunter boyfriend.

• Affectionate Nickname: Lux Adora, Cara, Madam (when horny)

• Affirmative Action Girl: Well, she is an African vampire.

• All Girls Want Bad Boys: Inverted. Jake is not a bad boy, but he has a dark side to him that attracts Lux.

• All-Loving Hero: Averted BIG TIME! She could not care less about humans or other supernatural creatures. 

• Arranged Marriage: Averted. She refuses to marry anyone but Jake Winchester and rejects all the suitors she is introduced to.

• Author Appeal: With the cleavages and legs porn

• Anti-Hero:  Lux is not going out of her way to save humans; however, she would protect them when Jake decides to do it, mostly because she wants to protect Jake. 

• Battle couple: With Jake Winchester.

• Berserk Button: Don't EVER threaten/hurt children or her beloved Jake Winchester.

• Blue Blood: She is the descendant of the first vampire to ever exist and has been turned into one by Aurelius Adora, a member of the most powerful vampire family.

• Break the Cutie: Ultimately, her backstory is this. When she was human, she lost her child and her family at the hands of invaders. She lost her first love in a gruesome assassination by his rival and nearly committed suicide. She is hated by her fellow vampires, who request that she not fully transform in their presence.

• Brutal Honesty: Lux doesn't seem to shy away from spilling the truth, and she is rather blunt and frank. She can’t lie anyway.

• Boobs of Steel: She is known for her really large breasts.

• Broken Bird: see Break the cutie.

• Character Tics: Lux tends to hide behind her hair when she is blushing or embarrassed. 

• Color-Coded Eyes: Her crimson eyes and her black sclera, courtesy of her vampire nature.

• Dark and Troubled Past: See Broken Bird.

• Dark-Skinned Blonde: She is a black woman with vibrant red hair.

• Deadpan Snarker: Lux isn’t above snapping. She pulls no punches either.

• Dating Catwoman: In her case, it’s dating Jake Winchester.

• Deadpan Snarker: Almost every single time she wants to mock/call out someone.

• Despair Event Horizon: The night of her transformation into a vampire, she was running away from invaders after watching her family die at their hands and fighting for her life. She lost everything and even took lives to save hers. After a while. She did not want to remain human anymore and wanted to forget her past.

• Don't You Dare Pity Me!: Has moments of incredible defensiveness and self-loathing, and if you try to show her sympathy, she tends to lash out. 

• Family of Choice: She chose to become Aurelius Adora's daughter and is faithful to House Adora.

• Fatal Flaw: She has a tendency to put herself in danger for the sake of others. 

• Goal in Life: To be accepted by the vampire society and, later on, to live quietly with her family and her soul mate. 

• Good Is Not Soft: Her pride sometimes makes her prone to a quick temper tantrum that usually ends up with verbal jousts with her partners/friends/family.

• Guy Magnet: Hinted at. Given her godly looks, she does attract a fair share of men and women in both the human population and the others.

• I Am a Monster: She is a vampire and has no qualms about killing.

• Living Emotional Crutch: To Aurelius and Alceste. She is the glue to their family. 

• Love Hurts: She is capable of doing anything to protect those she loves. She even considered suicide to join her late lover. 

• Love Hurts: She is dating an enemy of her kind, and to add some more stress to it, he comes from an infamous family of hunters, the Winchesters. Loving him is definitely about to break her heart.

• Lust Object: Many men and women had lusted after her, and thus even when she was still human.  

• Memetic Sex Goddess: In-Universe — and out of Universe!! People just can't help falling for her.

• Ms. Fanservice: She wears very revealing outfits.

• Morality Pet: Jake (sic) serves as her Morality Pet. He truly helps her retain some sanity and break her self-destructive behavior when she starts to take that road. 

• Most Common Superpower: Lux Adora was never exactly under-endowed.

• Not Quite the Right Thing: She makes many of these types of decisions —She almost stepped into the sun because of her heartbreak over her late lover. She also fell in love with a Winchester. 

• Not so Above It All: Despite all she's been through, Asma is touch-deprived and seeks companionship.

• Official Couple: With Jake Winchester

• Older than They Look: Looks to be around her 30s, but is actually over 2000 years old. She owes it to her vampirism.

• Sassy Black Woman: More subtle than most, but she's extremely imperious and willful and has been known to make more than a few sharp remarks, at friends and foes alike.

• Secret Public Identity: Inverted. She is a vampire. That part of her identity is only known to other vampires, but humans are oblivious to it.

• Second Love: Jake Winchester.

• Sympathetic Murder Backstory: Her backstory has her family killed by invaders.

• Tragic Dream: Lux is so desperate to be accepted by the vampire society that she is willing to endure humiliation after humiliation just to fit in. She is

• Trauma Conga Line: Oh dear. Lux has endured so much pain, loss, and tragedy in her life. See Broken Bird.

• The Unfavorite: Lux is hated by the vampire community. They fear and resent her for her power. They hate her true form and demand she never appear fully transformed before them.

• Will Not Tell a Lie: She considers that there is no reason for her to lie, especially after being as old as she is. So she tells the truth and doesn't embarrass herself with lies. 

• World's Most Beautiful Woman: Her beauty is certainly uncanny, and she is recognized as an otherworldly beauty. 

Ada Palmer - Gachiakuta Oc

Ada Palmer

Characteristics 

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Height: 178 cm 

Weight: 60 kg 

Birthday: August 31st

Hair Color: Silver

Eye Color: Gold

Affiliation

Affiliation Cleaners

Occupation: Cleaner

Personal Status

Relative(s)

Unnamed Biological Parents (deceased)

Enjin (boyfriend)

Place of birth: Ground

Vital Instrument: A Pot lid called Ngińa  [which means Strong in Douala] 

Contents

1 Appearance

2 Personality

5 Equipment

6 Relatives

8 Trivia

9 Quotes

Appearance

Ada is a curvy woman of average stature, with large and gentle eyes of gold color that are framed by thick silver eyelashes, and red lips in contrast to her black skin. She has long, thick, silver hair with two heart-shaped buns with two long pig tails, and the lower half of her hair that falls freely and reaches under her buttocks. Her hair is parted on the side and falls a little bit on her right eye, and two loose, chin-length strands that curve downwards from above each of her ears.

Her outfit consists of a black bikini top exposing her large bosom, underneath an oversized jacket as part of her Cleaners' uniform, which has the cleaner's logo stamped on her right arm and is left open to expose her torso. She wears a baggier version of the beige pants held by a large black belt, holding one knapsack on her back, holding her Full Face. She also wears a black backpack where she keeps her Jinki.  And finally, she wears flat-heeled boots for footwear, which helps her move with ease and fast during a fight. Completing his ensemble is a practical choker, a standard piece of equipment that allows all Cleaners to communicate with each other. A blue and silver tattoo adorns the small of her back.

Personality

Ada presents herself as a very professional and serious woman. She is devoted to her job and takes it very seriously. To those who don't know her well, she can come off as aloof and perhaps mean and unreadable to others, but as soon as they get to know her, she relaxes around them. She quips and banters a lot, and always tries to keep the atmosphere light and pleasant, and part of her is genuine. Deep down, however, she's traumatized by the death of her parents.

She craves connections and affection, but since every person in her life, save for her parents and the cleaners,  has betrayed her or strayed away, she is very aloof and scared of being hurt again.  She hides her insecurities through her quips and banter, but her eyes are full of melancholy and sadness. Ada is a sweet person with a lot of love to give, but not enough people who can receive it. 

She's very stubborn and determined to prove she is the one who can protect others.  When push comes to shove, she can read you to filth and can be straight-up mean to others.  

Abilities

Overall Abilities

Ada is a very skilled Cleaner, able to fight multiple Trash Beasts at the same time while handling her shield with dexterity and versatility.

Indomitable Will: Like most Cleaners, Ada possesses an undaunted will and spirit, refusing to give up and die when fighting even the most formidable foes. She will never give up.

Enhanced Strength: Ada possesses immense brute strength, easily wielding her Vital Instrument with the strength of one arm and killing giant Trash Beasts with a single strike.

Enhanced Speed: Ada has demonstrated extreme agility and speed in combat, decapitating multiple Trash Beasts in a pack at once. 

Vital Instrument:

Ngina: Ada carries a silver pot lid on her back. When used, it triples in size. It has sharp edges and, when thrown, can cut through trash beasts and anything. It can also be used as a shield and acts as a concussive tool when needed.

Tumbling Weed: Ada throws her shield like a boomerang. It cuts and slashes anything it comes in contact with.

Tower of Babel: Ada's shield grows even bigger in size, and it can protect at least a dozen people, but it takes a lot of energy from her and could kill her if prolonged too long.

Trivia

Ada's favourite food is pork.

Ada's hobbies are cooking, dancing,  reading, and singing.

Ada fell in love with Enjin after spending time fighting by his side. She realizes that he's far more sensible despite his rough edge and shortcomings. She fell for him hard but waited for a while before she told him.

Likes: Babies, cooking, sex

Dislikes: Perverts, cockroaches, scammers

Quotes:

(To herself) "Spherites like to think that they are above us in all senses of the word, but the truth is, just like the rest of the world, they are trash. And trash needs to be taken care of."

(To Enjin) "What's a life well-lived? I think it is when you are remembered. I want to be remembered, so please, make sure you don't fucking forget about me."

I hate you Dad

 You disguised yourself, stood on a pedestal of your own making, and blinded us with your fake light.

A creature of the night, a vile soul pretending to be made of Light, you paraded with pride all our lives.

And we believed it because there was no other way for us to be, after all, didn't we all come from you?

You disguised yourself, preaching to your personal choir, as if you were righteous, yet fed us lies.

We fell for it hook, line, and sinker, every damn time, because we could not question your actions.

We could not doubt your words; we could not think for ourselves because your word was law.

Your word was truth, and we grew up thinking you would never lie to us.

How pathetic it is, come to think of it!

How pathetic you are, come to think of it!

When you build your life based on lies, like a sandcastle at the beach, it is not meant to stand tall.

Little by little, the truth will come out and erode your fortress, brick by brick, step by step.

Your carefully crafted persona will come undone, and your lies will fall apart.

How could you do this?

How could you lie to us?

How could you lie to her?

You built your family on a foundation made of lies. Nothing is stable, nothing will ever last.

The naked eye will see you just as you are, a monumental ego, inflated by self-soothing delusions.

You think you are grand, but you are nothing more than dirt under my boot and void into my heart.

You disgust me!

You make my skin crawl.

You make my blood boil!

My anger is suffocating me, anger for the years we lost, trusting our lives in your hands.

I want to rip you apart with my hands, but it would be best to ignore the likes of you.

You thrive with attention and admiration, so I decided to deny you both and look at you like you did to me.

With disappointment in my eyes and a frown that will never cease to crease the space between my eyes.

With disgust at the simple mention of your name. I never had peace growing up because you were a threat.

You were the sword of Damocles dangling on top of our heads, a promise of punishment for each mistake made, and a soul that was never satisfied, no matter what we did.

You were, but not anymore. Just like you used to regret having me as your kin, I will regret having you as mine.  

I will do even better as I will move on.

A life fully lived, basked in the light and glory of the truth.

A life worth fighting for, one you denied me a long time ago.

See? I don't need you anymore.

Actually, I never did, and you never were there anyway.

See? I don't see you anymore.

I chose to make peace with my past, and I will turn every piece of it you are involved in.

I don't forgive you, but I am letting you go.

Everything, my anger, my hatred, my disappointment...

Ultimately, I will let go of everything because you do not deserve another minute of mine.

I don't forgive you, but I am letting you go.

I am letting you go!

Doya shorts: Little distraction.

Oya braced herself and kicked  Dean's chest. He blocked the hit with his arms and pushed Oya away from him. She then launched herself at him with full force, but he managed to wrap his arms around her waist and throw her above his head, using her speed and strength against her. As soon as the hunter hit the mattress, she snarled and rolled on her side. She got on her knees, fast enough to watch Dean ready to launch a kick in her face. Oya managed to block his foot and move her arms.  She twisted his ankle and threw him on his back. She then quickly stood up and straddled Dean, pinning him to the floor.  He grinned at his wife and managed to free his right arm. The Winchester then wrapped it around her waist. Oya gently stroked his chest and let her hand rest against his cheek. 

"You're still sharp. I like it."

"I can be even sharper if you want." -He teased her- "Are we done training?"

"It depends on what you consider training, dickhead. I think that we can continue. I think we can absolutely continue to have a little bit of fun." 

As she was distracted, Dean took the opportunity to roll them over and switch positions with her. She grinned at him and lifted a brow. The truth was that Oya was no longer in the mood for a fight. In fact, the hunter was still thinking about Jake and their upcoming reunion. Deep down, she was well aware of how distant the brothers were and how reluctant both Dean and Jake were to share their feelings and warm up to each other. They cared for each other; that much was true, but they also did not know how to be different from what their father taught them to be. Both kept to themselves. Both cared deeply for the people they loved and considered family, but words would never be said. Attending one of his concerts should not require Dean to betray his personality, but she still worried that Jake might not want them to hang out with him for a day or two.

Dean noticed that his wife was preoccupied, given the little crease between her eyebrows. He nuzzled her neck and pressed kisses to her soft skin. He did not say anything, but Dean appreciated Oya's love and devotion to the family. He knew she wanted to keep them together and genuinely loved his brothers, Jake, Sam, and Castiel. He loved that she always checked in on them and made the first steps. This way, he would not have to think about it. This way, he could still be casual about it and pretend that it was her idea and desire rather than his own. This way, he would not feel awkward when he sees Jake and would not have to explain that he came because he cared for his brother. He grinned wider and nibbled on her neck again, distracting her from her worries. It worked. It really worked!

Klasma shorts; comfortable in her own skin

The witch ran her hand through her curly hair and pinched the bridge of her nose. She went through her grimoire, a book she had made herself. It was a compilation of spells she had learned over the centuries, with some that she had even invented in her spare time. The pink-haired woman ran her index finger over the pages of the book and licked her bottom lip. She remembered how desperate to find a way to lift her curse she was the first couple of centuries. She searched the whole world for a way to break it, but it never led to anything that worked. She was an immortal, and there was no way around it. She would remain an immortal until someone succeeded in taking her life.

She missed having a coven. She missed having the joy of sharing her knowledge. She missed this warm feeling she had knowing she belonged somewhere. She belonged to no one. She belonged to no....No! She belonged with Klaus! How could she think otherwise? At first, the witch thought that their encounter was a cruel joke of Fate. Klaus took a lot from her that fateful night, and for so long she was driven by her desire for revenge. Yet, upon meeting him a second time, things were vastly different. For the first time, she could connect to someone. For the first time, she didn't feel alone. For the first time in a very long time, she felt that she meant something to someone, and that feeling managed to fill the void she felt. There would never be a coven of witches for her, but she was fine with a coven of two. After all, it was Klaus and herm together against the world, wasn't it?

Pris: short: I wish we never met.

What would the world look like, Ayasha, had jealousy and ambition not devoured your soul? Would I have been loved properly, like you claimed you did? Would I have never been betrayed by your evil schemes? I wonder, sister, if in this other universe we would have been closer. I wonder, sister. Sometimes, the thought of seeing you again turns my blood into ice because I am scared. Deep down, I know it is fear that still lingers on my skin. How could it not when the culmination of your betrayal literally stabbed me in the heart? How could I not fear the impact of your sweet words on my mind? 

I know you would be very capable of turning my head upside down. I know you are fully able to make me lose the fire that is burning inside of me, and suffocate the agonizing cries for revenge that echo in my heart. Still, I wonder, sister, how sweet life could have been had you loved me. Rest assured, Ayasha, that as soon as this thought forms in my heart, I quickly squash it with extreme prejudice. If I were to be reborn, I wish we had never met. I wish we had never become sisters, and it is enough to fuel my hatred of you and my desire to destroy you with my own hands.

Windora shorts: bathtub

A bubble bath was supposed to help one relax. Lux could feel the warmth of the water and the satisfying sensation of the bubbles against her skin. She had her red locks tied in a messy bun and was looking at the ceiling of the bathroom. Her head was buzzing with so much information that she was having a hard time focusing on whatever was going on. She scolded herself for being distracted with lewd thoughts when she shouldn't have been. Still, the embarrassment she felt back then was nothing compared to the news the Hermit Vampire Dalmas Stejic revealed to her. Her intuition was correct; her father was indeed worried about them being in danger, and she realized that he was well aware of the source of the danger. If Dalmas Stejic was to be believed, she wasn't too far from the truth: a founding vampire was going after House Adora. 

She shut her eyes and sank a little deeper into the bathtub. Once the euphoria of finally having an answer to her questions subsided, worries began to settle in her mind. It was one thing to know that there was indeed a danger looming over House Adora. It was another to realize the level of such a threat. As suspected, it wasn't human, nor did it come from the supernatural world. They wouldn't dare to have a full-blown war against Vampires because there was too much to lose. Not only countless lives, but also the very fragile fabric of their societies. No. The threat came from inside! Dalmas Stejic calmly told her that in letters he received from members of the House, Roustain. Some of them were suspicious about the relics in Roustain's mausoleum. They believed that these relics didn't belong to their Sire and he would instead come back to lead them.  Fine! Fine! Fine! Say, these confessions were true. Founding Father Roustain was notorious for his hatred of Father Adora. If he wasn't dead, then that meant the situation was even worse than she thought it was. 

Fighting a vampire was something she believed would not be easy, but was clearly not impossible. Lux believed in her ability to fight and defeat any vampires she would encounter. She could take on any of them, but a founding father? That required a lot of planning. Sighing deeply, the redhead sank completely into the bathtub. What was she supposed to do with that information? She should talk to her father. yes! And she should...stay away from Jake? Ah Jake! yes! How could she protect Jake? She couldn't possibly take him to the vampire fortress. Could she willingly put him in such danger? Jake was capable, and he was a hunter. More than just a hunter, he was a Winchester.  He was a legendary hunter, with an addictive blood that could turn him into a living target if he set foot in the fortress.  Lux sat straight on the bathtub and sucked on her bottom lip. She simply couldn't imagine introducing Jake to the vampire society. They would eat him up, literally. They might devour him, or worse, they might want to turn him into a vampire just to spite both the Winchesters and Lux. Why wouldn't they? 

She furrowed her brows harder and squeezed the edges of the tub. Jake... her special human... She wanted to protect him. At this point in their relationship, she refused to give up on him. She wanted to see him, not just once or twice, but she wanted to see him often, more than often.. Always! Lux pinched the bridge of her nose and scrunched up her face. What should be her next move? First, she would have to return to see Jake again. She needed to see him and spend some time with him. And deep down, she realized that she needed to be comforted and to hug and cuddle Jake to get it. The vampire thought she should text her brother, Alceste, to inform him about what was happening and help him prepare their father for her announcement. She needed to prepare better because Aurelius would never accept the to hearing about her suspicions without any evidence from Lux. She had to know what to tell him to convince him that there was a serious threat that needed to be considered. She couldn't waste any more time. She had to keep moving. 

-TBC-

GoT (shorts): Faith

The princess's faith was akin to a sinuous river. She relied on her faith to keep her strength during her difficult years. Without it, she would have withered. Bäahal prayed for her mother, for as long as she could remember. She prayed for her good health when she was still a little child. She prayed for her mother when they both became slaves. She wanted her mom to survive the ordeals of slavery so they could escape together. She prayed for her soul when her mother was executed, hoping that in the afterlife she would be happy, healthy, and without any trouble or pain afflicting her. She prayed for Daenerys and her success in her endeavor for the crown. She prayed for Jaime when he left King's Landing, hoping for the Golden Lion to survive without his twin sister and the ushering of the new era. She prayed for the peasants and townfolk she protected during the siege, hoping that none of them would die from starvation. 

Had she prayed for herself? A few times, yes. She prayed for her survival and freedom. She later prayed the gods to protect her loved ones, because she didn't want to lose any of them, including Jaime Lannister. She prayed to be reunited with him when she spent months looking for him. She prayed for her survival during the siege, because she wanted to see Jaime again. She wanted to go back to him. No matter how fluctuant her faith was, Bäahal found herself returning to it when all hope was lost. It was a way to fuel her soul so she could keep pushing forward. it was a way for the princess to renew her motivation and to find the strength to move forward. So, today, on the anniversary of her mother's death, the princess was kneeling in her room, humbling praying to the gods to have mercy on her mother's soul and to take good care of her soul. She wished that if there was another life, they could meet again and be mother and daughter.