GOT smut; A tease of a princess

"You liked torturing me today, Princess?" - Jaime's raspy voice sent shivers down her spine as he whispered in Baahal's ear.-

Westeros' rules about Betrothal and chastity were well-known to Jaime Lannister. He was raised on these rules and knew what to do or say when the situation arose. He was used to suppressing his true thoughts and emotions from public scrutiny so they would not stain his family's reputation. Tywin Lannister personally trained his children and made sure that none of them would become the laughing stock of the Seven Kingdoms like his father was. So Jaime knew to keep his distance with the Princess when they were in public. He knew to ignore the not-so-subtle tease she sent his way or even feigned to ignore the innuendos she threw his way when they were talking in public. In itself, resisting the Princess was a holy mission that could have given him sainthood, given how stubborn and relentless she was with him. 

How was he supposed to keep his composure when the princess with devastating beauty was dressed in see-through fabric that exposed yet covered her sinful curves? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she wore dresses that exposed her soft back, her smooth legs, or any other part of her body he wanted to kiss and worship? How was he supposed to keep his composure when she whispered in his ear how naughty she was earlier that day? She would tell him with great detail how useless her fingers were that day. How tight and wet her pussy felt around her fingers and how she needed something bigger to stretch her out and fill her up. How could he fucking resist the Princess when she was hot and bothered and only he knew of it? Baahal would positively burn him with her incandescent amethyst gaze. She would look at him with a hunger he had rarely experienced. A hunger for /him/. A hunger that many men would kill for. 

"I would have gone even further if you did not excuse us from our guests." -She whispered, slender hands cupping his square and mature face.-

Baahal was so young, so impossibly beautiful, and his! She was his. Her fuck-me eyes were only for him; her raspy voice, heavy breathing, and slight fever were all for him. She could hide it well from others who were not familiar with the young woman, but Jaime was. He knew what her gasps meant, the sound of her moans that were barely audible when she tried to muffle them. He knew the way she would run her fingers over the back of her neck and nonchalantly rest it there while her chest heaved up and down, as if she wanted to be touched.  Perhaps the most obvious behaviour that betrayed her arousal was her rolling her hips on her seat, effectively pressing her sensitive mound against it.  His princess needed attention, and that night was no different from the others when she was in heat. 

Baahal danced. A sure sign that she was uninhibited that night. She would dance not like a princess who memorized steps but like a courtesan. She wanted to seduce Jaime. She wanted to entice him, so she danced with this intent. He watched, with his trained, detached facial expression, while his heart was pounding deep against his ribcage. She could not sit still once her dance was over. She had to sway her hips, bite back moans, twirl her hair, and run her hand over her neck. She had to hold eye contact with Jaime and smile mischievously. What a firecracker! he felt his cock twitch more than once just by watching her. He caught himself staring way too intently, his emerald eyes alight like two twin fires. He caught himself licking his bottom lip and prayed the gods she would not taunt him any further. 

"You would have pushed me to the edge. I would have ended fucking you right there and then. What a shameless little thing you are, Princess." -He cooed while his good hand frantically searched under her dress and found the dripping heat between her legs. Jaime felt her sticky juices coat his fingers as he started to rub her folds.-

That night, after being so far away from her knight, the Princess mingled with the guests. She joined conversations, hopping from one table to another to greet those invited by the crown. Her goal was to get closer to Jaime, and soon enough, after agonizingly long minutes, she was finally there. The knight had to bite his inner cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming or dead. Baahal was so beautiful with her little see-through dress and silver jewels. She looked like a goddess who descended on Earth. An impossible beauty with curves he had not seen among princesses and queens. Perhaps it was the customs, perhaps they simply minded what they ate, but Jaime had never seen curves like Baahal's among the noble families. The young woman had generous curves that were fighting to be contained in her dress. Curves he was lucky enough to see in their full glory, jiggling all over the place when he was fucking her. Curves he wanted to touch again, lick, bite even...

She came to him with a soft grin and eyes that promised a torrid night by her side when the guests were gone. She was talking to the knight next to her, Golden Lion, all the while exposing her neck and running her hand over her delicate skin. He caught it: the uneven breathing, hot and labored,  the wet and intense purple eyes she set upon him through furtive glances. And then she finally tiptoed just so her sugary lips could talk to him. He could feel goosebumps cover his arms and neck as she whispered to his ear. The delicious scent of roses filled his nostrils and titillated the knight, hard enough for him to want to take her. There was something about Baahal, something he could not pinpoint exactly, that made him go feral with her. She looked innocent (and was not when it came to the skin business, yet she was still discovering life with eyes full of wonder sometimes); she had the most kissable lips of the whole Seven Kingdoms, lips he wanted to possess but could not because of the rules. She had expressive big purple eyes that never failed to capture his attention. And she was crass! And she was not prim and proper like princesses ought to be.

# I am sure you saw me touch myself all night long. If I could, I would have lifted my dress and rubbed my little cunt for all to see, especially you.# Jaime did not reply; he simply swallowed a hard lump. It prompted her to continue #I wanted your fingers tonight. I wanted my Golden Lion to work on opening me up for his cock, with his strong and big fingers reaching deep inside me. I wanted him to feel how warm and wet I am tonight. To see for himself just how needy this little princess cunt is for him. Do you think he would like it? mmhh?# 

#Yes, Princess. He would.# Was all Jaime allowed himself to say. He watched her smile and then bite her bottom lip with her perfect pearly teeth. He watched her wrap her arms around his bigger one and keep whispering to his ear.  Seven Hells!

#Do you think he would have liked sucking on my breast while squeezing the other?  I wanted to ride him, to feel his strong arm wrap around my waist while his good hand would play with my tits. I wanted to feel his cock twitch because it felt my cunt squeeze tighter. I wanted him to take me, after I teased him all night long and after I rode him slowly. I wanted him to pound into me, to feel his hips move up and bury his cock deep inside. Do you think he would have liked it, my Golden Lion?#

She felt him tense at her words; his body temperature rose as he wanted to give anything he had to just do as she wanted. What a vixen, what a naughty and crass princess. She knew exactly what she was doing and still kept going. She knew exactly...  he swallowed a lump and tried to focus on the guest who was talking to him, but Baahal was having none of it. She was acting like a brat, refusing to let him focus on his duties as a knight, and it was working. 

"We don't have much time, Princess. The party is not over, and you still have to entertain guests." -He kissed her, or rather, returned all the quick kisses she was giving him, his hand steady, still rubbing her puffy lips in circular motions.-

"Then do your knightly duty, my betrothed. I need to cum, and only you can help me with that."

"Oh, so you're using me?" He said, bemused. She shook her head, hands holding onto his shirt. She then nodded.-

"Yes. Please. I beg of you. If you don't help me, everyone would know that your Firecracker is horny, and they would want to have a piece of me. In my state of mind, it's very dangerous." She reasoned. 

It sent a jolt up his brain. Jaime let out a possessive grunt and slowly knelt on the floor. No one was allowed to see Baahal this vulnerable because he knew they would try to take advantage of her. They would try to fuck his princess whether she was conscious of it happening or not. He saw them all with their predatory stares, the unmistakable musk they exuded from watching her dance. He saw them lick their lips, adjust their pants, and the worst of them wanted nothing more than to get her drunk so they could take advantage of her, while the rest of them wanted Baahal to realize that Jaime Lannister could not satisfy her like they could, so she would change her mind. 

So the knight used his maimed arm to help her leg up so it could rest on his shoulder. The princess blushed and bunched up her dress and pressed it against the apron of her belly to give her knight more access to her willing and waiting cunt.  His tongue lapped up the soft and wet folds, and Jaime moaned at how good that felt. He didn't waste any second and kept licking the Princess's sweet cunt with his hungry tongue.  She barely held herself together and used her free hand to hold onto the balcony so she wouldn't fall apart.  Jaime secured her leg with his maimed arm, preventing her from ever closing it and hiding her soft peach from him. He had to have her, to devour her. His good hand squeezed her ass, possessively grabbing onto it so the princess would remember it was his. His tongue, however, did not relent its assault on her poor horny cunt. 

She was so wet, and her clit was growing harder against the nose he had pressed to it. Jaime grunted, and the princess tried to muffle her moans and managed to keep them only to his ears.  "That's my Golden Lion... nnhhhh... eating me cunt so good like that... haaaaa... It's yours. My love. Yours...haan..." He quickly allowed his tongue to slide into the princess so he could fuck her with it. It was still better than nothing. Still turning him on like she could not believe, and for a moment, the knight was happy that he wore loose-fitting pants so it could not be seen.  Her moans were music to his ear, and the Knight kept sucking and licking her pussy, drooling a bit because she was so wet and she was humping his face now, wanting more than just his tongue. He released her ass and moved his finger to her clit. 

The princess lost all of her composure when the knight finally rubbed her clit. The princess was quickly coming undone by the skilled tongue of her knight. Jaime did not stop, not even to talk to her through it like he sometimes did. He was intoxicated with her scent, her taste, the juices making a mess of his face. He wanted to hear her moan and writhe against him. How scandalous that was, to have the princess of the seven kingdoms being eaten out in a balcony where anyone could walk in and see. How shameless was she to be tongue-fucked like that, by an older man who wore the scars of war on his body. Yet that was exactly what turned her on. To have Jaime Lannister, a veteran knight whose body told a story, touch and own her body like that. He was the only one able to make her lose her mind like that. The only one able to make her lose strength in her legs. The only one who made her almost scream so the whole world and the gods could listen to them. She gave in to him and came hard. Her warm juices squirted on his face, and Jaime kept drinking from her. He kept swallowing the evidence of their passion, and it was glorious to watch. It was incredible to experience, and it was his. 

And she was his. 

-TBC-

GOT: Private chatter.

After her long trip to Highgarden and its surroundings, the princess finally returned to the Red Keep. As soon as she set foot in the palace, a maestre took her to a royal chamber near the throne room so she could get an official portrait done. That was a first for Baahal, who had never had to pose before. It took some time for the princess to select a pose and even longer for her to get used to the tiresome process. Sitting still was not something she was used to doing. As a dancer, she was accustomed to being in constant motion. She was always expected to move, to perform, to speak, so to sit still for a portrait was difficult for the silver-haired princess.  She shifted on her seat and took a deep sigh. Her hand was slowly becoming numb, so the princess pinched the bridge of her nose and rolled her head. The painter accepted for them to have a break, and the princess finally left her chair to stretch her legs. 

"I can't believe the princess has not ditched Jamie Lannister."

A maid said. Baahal blinked and slowly closed the distance between her and the two maids who were having a little chat while cleaning up a room.  The princess felt her heart beat fast and hard against her ribcage. Should she intervene? Should she say something?? She wanted to. She took a step forward and then decided against it and leaned against the wall. They were talking about her, and specifically about Jaime Lannister. 

"I thought she would have opened her eyes already. He is not suited for her. The whole Lannister family should have hanged at the end of the war."

For a brief moment, Baahal felt insulted. Did they really think that the princess was stupid? Did they really think that she did not know how to defend herself? Did they really think that she was easily manipulated? The lack of faith in her ability to protect herself bothered the princess. She wanted to step in and say something. She wanted to protect the knight and would have if she had not known better. Westeros and King's Landing had their own customs and rules. She could not storm in and act in a way that would cause trouble to the queen. It made her swallow a lump and hold onto the skirt of her dress. 

"Our queen is too generous. I understand why Ser Tyrion was spared. After all, his family wanted nothing to do with him. However, Lady Kyra and Ser Jaime should have died. They will bring nothing but pain to this world." -The young maid almost spat on the floor. Her disdain...No! Her hatred for the Lannisters was proudly on display for her fellow maid to witness. He lifted the right corner of her upper lip and worked her broom faster-

"Oh Seven Hells! I hope you are wrong. I thought that with the death of the Usurper, maybe the Lannisters would stop trying to get on top of others. I thought they would crawl back to the hole they came from." - The other maid matched her energy and shrugged at her own suggestion. She was disappointed in the queen for extending the olive branch to one of the most wretched families of Westeros, but there were rules and rules were made to be followed. The queen had her reasons,s and who were they to criticize her? -

"I don't have anything against Lady Kyra. I heard she was the best of them all, but we never know with bad seeds like the Lannisters... She could become just like Cersei." 

"Oh, by the gods old and new.... I hope the queen won't come to regret her decision. I would be worried sick about my sister if I were her. Jaime will never be able to love anyone else but Cersei. She is sorely mistaken if she believes that Jaime loves her."

Baahal's patience was wearing thin. She wanted to say something, to defend her best friend, Lady Kyra. She could understand the people being hostile towards Jaime Lannister, but why would they be angry at Kyra? If anything, the poor girl was a victim of her family, and it was well-known that the Lannisters were the least favorite of the siblings. It was already a lot to deal with. She already had a lot to deal with, between the lords who refused to be commanded by a woman, but she also had to deal with the fallout of Jaime's actions.  It was unfair, but she had to rein in her feelings. She had to be careful and control her anger. Easier said than done. 

"Yes! I agree with you. I think he simply did not want to die, and he used her. She is so naive, our princess, so kind and just... It hurts me to see her lose her mind over a liar like Ser Jaime."

That was it! She had to say something! Baahal took a deep breath and ended up walking into the room where the two maids were chatting up. She did her best to appease her features and to appear calm and collected. After all, she needed something to drink after so long posing for her portrait. The maids gasped and bowed in front of their princess, worried that she might have heard their little chatter. 

"Excuse me, we are on a break, and I would need to have something to drink. Since it is going to be a long day today, I would like to have some water to drink." 

"Yes, of course. Right away, princess." -They rushed out of the room and  left the princess on her own-

Baahal finally took a deep breath and ran her fingers over her chest. She tried to get herself together and covered her face with her hand. She knew she had to know that Jaime was not loved by the seven kingdoms. He was hated, his reputation destroyed, and the little bit of honor he had left would require some hard work, perhaps the hardest work he would ever have to do. The silver-head knew that she could not expect people to welcome Jaime the way she did. She could not expect them to understand why he did what he did or that Love influenced his very decisions.  They would never understand, not when the wound was still fresh. Not when they could still remember how life was when the Targaryens were ruling the world. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and walked back to the painting room.  It would be a long fight, a tremendous effort of her part to help the people of Westeros, her people, understand why she chose the man. She wanted them to understand how rich and full of love this man was, but she knew that there was a chance this world would never be ready for them. She made her peace with it, but that did not make it easier for her. It did not make it easy at all. 

-TBC-

GOT modern; Stepping out in public

It all happened in a blur. Baahal couldn't remember what happened before Jaime and she stepped out of their car and onto the red carpet. All she knew was that he comforted her and gave her the little push she needed to fully overcome her stress. Jaime had a way with words. He always seemed to know what to tell her at the right moment. With Jaime, it felt as if there was just the two of them in the world, and tonight was no exception. She did not mind the photographers, the flashes, the yelling. She did not mind the screams from fans who watched from afar as celebrities stepped onto the red carpet. She did not care, as long as Jaime was holding her hand. Their entwined fingers, his warm body next to hers, and his intense yet warm presence brought her considerable comfort while facing the press. 

It had become a hot topic of discussion all over the internet. They had been seen in public, exchanging pleasantries and polite smiles instead of the usual feud between their families. It happened so many times that rumours of the two of them dating started in chatrooms and Discord servers. Then they were seen talking to each other, smiling and laughing as if they were old friends, which fueled the rumours about them dating, which by this time had turned into full-blown ship wars. Suddenly, their fans either started to support them as a dream couple, thinking that they were a match made in heaven. Others, however, were cursing the very idea of Jaime and the heiress becoming a couple. Some were partial to the Lannisters or the Targaryens and had taken their family feud to heart. Others were more interested in seeing Jaime date another woman and for Baahal to have other suitors.  Ultimately, it was all the streets were talking about. 

The silver-head heiress managed to give elusive answers to the relentless questions about her love life, claiming that she was focused on herself and her role as the Targaryen's ambassador, but the truth could not be contained any longer. Obviously, a couple of days after Jaime agreed to go public with her, they both went to Naath for a short holiday.  Paparazzi caught them kissing and acting lovey-dovey during their holidays, and it simply broke the internet. While the silver-head did not care about what random people had to say about her relationship with Jaime. These people had no impact on her life whatsoever, and she was already used to being criticized. She even used her infamous nickname "Firecracker", which was used against her, and turned it into an endearing nickname used between Jaime and her. What she was afraid of was the reactions of both their families,  

As expected, Daenerys and Viserys were furious. Viserys was trying his best to become a better person, but he managed to say how he felt about this relationship in mean and angry terms. Daenerys disapproved but decided to remain silent. Instead of arguing with her sister, she decided to stop talking to Baahal completely, to the point of making the young heiress feel a sense of dread overwhelm her. It was to be expected after all. Dany upheld the family feud and refused to watch her sister stray from what their father had wanted. The silver-head knew that she had to go through with it and stay strong. She wanted to be with Jaime, and she was ready to face heartbreaks to do it. It was worth it. Her love for Jaime and the love he had for her were worth fighting for. So she braved everything to be with Jaime that night. Her smile was big. Her face was lit with a light they had not seen in a long time. She was happy. They were happy and in love. 

-TBC-

GoT: Shooting daggers at a distance

"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- 

rp splove: Mine: Bäahal edition

🐉 For Baahal, Jaime feels safe. He is the fort who will protect her against danger of any kind. He is an unwavering support, a protector of some sort, and someone who always looks out for her. Baahal feels that she can trust Jaime no matter what, and he will always do his best to respect his word and keep his promise. Jaime feels like the warm embrace of Viseryon. Something she can’t replicate since her dragon died, but something similar. She feels understood and safe with him. 

For Baahal, Jaime is hers. In a way that no one ever was before. He’s the first man who made her moan, the first who made her wet, the first to make her feel good when he takes her. The first to make her want more. He even is the first to make her cum. Jaime is hers, because she gave him all of her first times and her most precious treasures, and he his hers because she gave him his first times as well. They belong to each other, and she will always make sure that her golden lion is loved and cared for as he deserves to be. She would always make sure that he falls asleep with a smile on his face because he made his firecracker  cum  but she also made him feel good. No one can top that. No one can take him. She would not allow for it.

GOT: A preying prince

Theodore Tyrell was observing the princess from afar. He watched as she was talking to their host, Bronn, and the two exchanged a couple of quips and laughs. She told the young man that Bronn was a dear friend. He was a loyal and trustworthy companion of Jaime Lannister during the Long Night and apparently, remained a friend even after Queen Daenerys sat on the throne. He thought it was hard to believe since Bronn was clearly not a lord -despite his newly acquired title, saying otherwise-, and clearly not a trustworthy man, given his past as a mercenary. Besides, he didn't need to be a seer to see that Bronn was attracted to the princess. Out of respect for Jaime Lannister and her clear devotion to that man, Bronn didn't attempt to seduce her, but Théodore knew when a man was lusting after a woman. Bronn was clearly mesmerized by Bäahal. He tried to impress her, found any reason to touch her shoulder or back, always joked about replacing Jaime if she needed some novelty, and practically tried to invite himself into her chambers under the guise of a joke. 

Bronn was undressing Bäahal with his eyes every time his eyes wandered over her body. Despite being dressed modestly because she was outside the court, Bronn didn't have much trouble trying to figure out her curves once they were freed of the heavy fabric she was wearing. Princess Bäahal was known to be gorgeous and voluptuous, and despite the layers upon layers of clothing she was wearing, her curves were easy to guess.  Theodore had eyes, even he could tell. It bothered the prince, however, to see that he had a rival in Bronn. It forced him to temper himself and only pick the moments the princess was on her own to try and woo her. Bronn made it difficult for him, and he both hated it and took it as a challenge to win. After all, the princess was sought after by all the bachelor lords and princes of Westeros and perhaps even of the Seven Kingdoms. No one took it to heart that she had already made a choice in a suitor because everyone hated Jaime Lannister and considered he was unworthy of being the princess consort.  Theo himself didn't respect the man and had no qualms about trying to steal his betrothed from him. 

She was oblivious to attention from others, and he assumed that she probably also was oblivious for the longest time to the attention Jaime Lannister had for her.  She was naive, and Theo enjoyed it greatly. A woman like her, whom he mistakenly believed was innocent and inexperienced with men, couldn't possibly realize when a man was lusting after her or when he had genuine feelings for her. In his mind, she had not been touched before -despite rumours spreading about her past as an elite whore at Mereen-. She couldn't be since she wasn't promiscuous and didn't pick up on subtle (and not so subtle) clues from other men. In his mind, she was a land to conquer, and it was a race where whoever got to claim her would win the biggest prize.  As his eyes wandered from her silver hair to her generous curves, he fantasized about taking it from himself.  He wanted to carry her to his bedroom, pull up her heavy dress while she struggles underneath him. He wanted her to worry about what people would say if they knew, as if she were secretly in love with him but couldn't admit it. He wanted to laugh at her face, to tear her undergarments off her,  to finally see for himself how her sweet cunt looked underneath these clothes. Did she have silver hair? Was she bald down there? he imagined both scenarios and could feel his cock twitch against the hard fabric of his pants. 

She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. She would look even more beautiful if she were lying on her back, her silver hair crowning her face, her face red from blushing, and shy. Oh, He wanted her to be shy because she had never seen a man before. He wanted her to panic a bit once she saw how well endowed he was. He wanted her to look at him with her big purple eyes while he would guide his cock to her mouth. Make her work for that cock. Make her soak it with her saliva so it will be nice and ready to take her. Theodore groaned and dropped his head for a moment. He wasn't better than any other man lusting after the princess because he was exactly like them. He didn't love Bäahal (how could he when he didn't know her well). He admired her, heard about her exploits, and appreciated her bravery and kindness towards the people. However, lust was his principal motivation. The reason for his obsession. He wanted her. He wanted to hear her moan his name. He wanted to claim the princess, and nothing was going to stop him from it. For a brief moment, she turned around and her gaze met his. She smiled and waved at the prince, who took it as a sign to get closer to her.  he knew his diplomatic mission was short. She was to stay for five days, which weren't enough for him to make a significant move on her, but he decided that he would do his best to wear her out, so she would easily give in to him the next time they met.  He ran his hand through his blonde locks and walked towards the princess with newfound confidence. 

-TBC-

GOT (regular): She longed for her mother.

GOT (regular): She longed for her mother.

The bitter cold of Highgarden echoed a distant memory of Winterfell. The princess allowed the freezing breeze to blow on her face. It felt as if tiny knives were cutting her face everywhere at once. She realized, alone at that balcony, just how far she had gone. Her eyes were swollen and filled with unshed tears as she remembered her mother.  What would Sunni tell her daughter if she could see her today? Bäahal didn't have the answer to that question, but she wished she could see her mother's face once again. She died more than a decade ago, with hopes and dreams of seeing her daughter free. It made the princess whimper as she remembered a vague portrait of her mother. She didn't remember much of her, aside from her distinct albino features. There were very few that Bäahal could remember. It had been so long that she couldn't remember her voice. She couldn't remember the feeling of her skin under her fingers. She stroked her cheek and noticed how cold it was because of the breeze. It motivated the princess to turn around, so the wind would whip the back of her hair instead. 

Her heart sank in her chest, and she felt that she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. Her mother was gone; that was the reality of the situation. Her beliefs in the gods old and new somehow offered a little bit of comfort because she fancied the idea that her mother was under their care and no longer suffering. The reality was different. She wished her mother were there. She wished Sunni could see what her daughter had accomplished. Who would have thought that the child of a slave, herself a slave, would rise to fame and become a princess? Who would have thought that the child of a slave would have songs written for her? Who would be praised as a hero? Who would have thought that her child, Bäahal, would one day be free to do exactly as she pleased? Who would have thought that she would actually have a life out of slavery? Her mom hoped for it, and Bäahal lived it. She was free. She was finally free, and Bäahal wished her mother were alive to witness this. The princess put her hand on her belly, thinking about how she wished for her mother to attend her wedding and hoped that wherever she was in the afterlife, she could watch her walk down the aisle and take Jaime Lannister as a husband. She wiped her tears, but the simple acknowledgement of these tears was enough for her to break down into tears.  She did it! She was free! She was happy! 

Oc questionnaire III: Bäahal edition

Community and Relationships

Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick? Company (don't leave her alone!)

What is your character's favorite kind of social event? Balls

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others? She's great at it.

Is your character upfront about their feelings? Yes, and it's disarming.

Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help? Daenerys.

How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know? Very willing.

Who is your character most honest with? Jaime Lannister

How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship? She would initiate things.

Where is your character's comfort place? With Jaime!

Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?  No.

How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership? She can handle it.

Would your character be good at providing medical assistance? Yes, but only the bare minimum.

Who would your character say knows them best? Jaime

Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight? Jaime

How well does your character work with others?  She can work well with others.

What is your character's favorite form of affection? She loves kisses. She's a sucker for them. 

Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays? Yes, and all of them. 

What would it take for your character to get into a fight? Threaten Jaime, Kyra, and her family.

N Splove: on Bäahal (Modern)

 //// I am doing this for safekeeping. We never know when things could disappear. I want to be able to come back to his words. 

(Modern) Baahal: 

That firecracker! Modern Jaime and Baahal are pure, liquid fire! I had to say a little something about this, because I just had to say how much fun it is getting to explore these two characters and imagine them without so much of the trauma that comes from the regular verse. (Don’t get me wrong though! I love the angst that comes along with our regular verse babies.) 

But getting to see them let loose, oh I love that too. Jaime is impulsive in any verse, and in the modern setting he really does get to just go for Baahal, without having to worry about being put to death for it. And Baahal can do the same. 

She is SUCH a TEASE though! Always sending him pictures, showing Jaime what he is missing out on, making him want to be with her instead of wherever he is. Jaime loves it. He loves how uninhibited she is. He loves the way that she teases him, the way that she wants him. 

Playing these two in modern verse is just so free, and so fun. I love that we decided to do it.

You asked me once, if I could only keep one character, who would I keep. And I think I surprised both of us when I settled on Jaime. But I think together, between modern and regular verse, Jaime and Baahal just have so much of what I love about all our characters and our stories. The free sexiness of the modern verse. The angst and hardships and complexity of the regular verse. And underneath it all, genuine connection and understanding.

GoT (regular): A snake getting closer -theo xBäahal-

GoT (regular): A snake getting closer -theo xBäahal-

Theodore Tyrell couldn't stop himself. He needed to see the princess again, especially after the dance number she did at Highgarden a couple of months ago. He managed to track her down this time at Winterfell. Arranging a trip to Winterfell wasn't difficult because he needed to visit the lord of Winterfell. Making sure that he would be there at the same time as the princess was another challenge, but he managed to get it. He found her at the balcony of the ballroom, and upon laying his eyes on her, the heir of the House Tyrell swallowed a lump. The princess was mesmerizing! Her silver hair was cascading down her back and flattered her calves. 

She looked as if she were crowned with silver, which caught his attention. She heard his footsteps and turned on her heels to face and greet him properly. She was wearing a beautiful black cotton dress with a red dragon stitched on her chest and long black gloves to protect her from the biting cold.  Her hair had two long braids that kept her wild silver locks from bothering her face.  He looked at her delicate features and lovely soft and plump lips, and for a brief moment, Theo's knees almost buckled. She was impossibly beautiful, so much so that he believed she was not real.  Bäahal tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowing a little bit because she was trying to remember when she saw that man. After all, he felt familiar.

"Greetings, lord Tyrell. I have been informed of your visit and wanted to greet you properly."

"Greetings, your grace." He respectfully bowed to her and gently crossed the distance between them. He grabbed her gloved right hand and pressed his lips to its back before he released it. "I am thrilled to meet you again. I never had the chance to tell you how delightful your dance was. I understand that you don't always perform in public, but it was an honor to watch you dance that night."

"Oh, you enjoyed the dance? I am very glad that you did! It was my way of thanking the host and rekindling my love for dancing. Thank you, my kind lord, for your encouraging words." She gently nodded and put her hands back on the balcony.

"I couldn't get my eyes off of you, your grace. I can't seem to find the right words to describe how beautiful it was. Your grace, I hope you will dance again for us." -He smiled at her- "I have to say.... Since that day, I have wanted to see you again. I didn't think it would be possible, yet here we are."

"You're flattering me, Lord Tyrell. I am but an ambassador for the queen, and because of this, I am always on the road. I would have met you again, eventually."

"But I'd rather have you here where there would be no one to interrupt us." -He let it slip that he wanted more than just pleasantries and superficial connection. It was not as subtle as he wished to be, but he was hopeful the princess would get his drift.-

"......" -She swallowed a lump and pinched her lips together for a moment- "Is there something you want to say to me, Lord Tyrell? I am not sure I understand what you meant by 'interrupt us.' " -She decided to play coy, which made the young man smirk and chuckle. Alright, she would be harder to get, which he had to expect from the princess of the Seven Kingdoms, after all.-

" I simply wish to get to know you better. I hope that the few days spent here would allow us to become familiar with each other." -He wanted to slip his arm around her shoulders and push her against his chest, but he knew better than to act so defiantly.-

Instead, he chose to be a little bit mysterious so she would be interested in him.  Bäahal, unlike Theodore, did not catch his intention. Unfortunately, her experience with men was severely limited to those who didn't try to hide their intentions to her. She knew when a man desired her because they had lust in their eyes and acted in such a way that she couldn't mistake their desire with anything else. She knew when a man wanted to possess her but couldn't see when he was flirting or genuinely in love with her. That explained why she interpreted Jaime's attempt to protect her from loving him as full rejection.  That explained why it took Jaime to spit it out clearly for her to realize that he was in love with her just like she was in love with him. If it wasn't spelled clearly, she couldn't see it. She didn't have the tools to notice when someone wanted a relationship with her. 

"Then, we will take the opportunity of these couple days together to get to know each other better. I am sure you have extraordinary stories to tell. So we would discuss at dinner with our host and maybe during the day if we're both off-duty. It was pleasant seeing you again, but I think I would retire to my quarters until dinner. I wish you well." -And she left-

Theodore was far more complex than others gave him credit for. There was desire for Bäahal, a strong lust that held him in a chokehold from the moment he laid his eyes on her. There was also a genuine affection for the princess, based on what he heard about her -her bravery at the siege, her straight-forwardness, and that child-like innocence that made her appreciate the little things in life- and on what he saw of her -her uncanny beauty that blinded him when he first laid eyes on her, the way she laughed, the way she danced and that warm gaze of hers whenever she looked at chidlren-. He wanted her. Carnally, biblically, and fully. He wanted her!  He heard rumours of her being betrothed to the filthy Kingslayer Jaime Lannister. It baffled him that she would choose to be with that man, regardless of how much hated he was in the Seven Kingdoms. He had to see for himself why someone like her would pick someone like him. He had to see if there was a way to sway her in his favor and to show the princess that there were more deserving men out there. He had to. 

 

Got (modern) : The blue nightgown

Jaime saw Bäahal walk around in that beautiful tight little blue nightgown and it caught his attention. Nakedness was beautiful but it was a natural state for the two of them. A naked body was just that, a naked body. But when the said body had an inviting attitude, then it became a promise. It wasn't just about being attractive to the eye, it was about anticipating the moment they would become one. Yet, the Lannister would always have a little preference for the garbs she would put on, to excite his imagination. He, for lack of proper terms, was a sucker for beautiful nightgowns, especially when they were made of lace, satin, and ribbons. He enjoyed the softness of the fabric. He adored how it hugged her curves so effortlessly and on top of it all, Jaime Lannister loved when Bäahal Targaryen kept them on while they were having sex.

It might have something to do with the different textures he had to play with. Her skin, the lace, her skin, the satin, her skin the ribbons. It might also have something to do with her being half-dressed as if they were in a hurry and couldn't wait to taste each other. As if she was a present he half-opened because he was way too excited. It complimented her figure, the colors were vibrant and explosive.. sending his senses overdrive. Jaime didn't know, but he couldn't contain himself when she was flaunting her nightgown-clad body at him as if nothing was happening.

That morning she woke up early, brushed her teeth, put her nightgown on, and started to make breakfast for the two of them. It was her turn to surprise him with breakfast in bed. It didn't happen because Jaime felt the shift of weight in the bed and woke up to an empty room. He scratched his chest and quietly went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he went to the kitchen. He found her singing and swinging her nice plump ass to the rhythm. It felt right and nice for a Sunday morning so he stared at her with a grin on his lips. His girlfriend didn't notice him for she was way too deep into the rhythm but she didn't squeal when he went behind her and grabbed her waist. Instead, the silver head kept dancing and pushed against his hands to invite him.

Jaime grinned and danced along with her, pressing his morning wood right in between her plump rear, eliciting a groan from her. It didn't stop Bäahal from dancing and cooking for them both. Toasts with scrambled eggs were on their way. He kissed the crook of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. His hands were still on her waist and gently hitched her nightgown up, to expose her bare rear and have her feel better his raging erection. Bäahal pretended not to feel anything and kept cooking until he started to nibble on her neck. His hands gently roamed over her frame, feeling her taut belly, and her soft arms, and his lips covered her soft skin with kisses. It tickled a bit so she chuckled and then turned her face, along with her body to face him.

« You are a very very bad boy Mr. Lannister. I am cooking, do you want me to ruin our scrambled eggs? »

« Mmhhh I don't care about the eggs. You look delicious in this nightgown. » He grinned at her and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, while she kept her hands on his cheeks.

« I don't know Mr. Lannister... Maybe you could show me how much you like that nightgown? »

She teased him. Her voice was low and raspy and he knew that she was in the same mood that he was. Carelessly, he ignored the scrambled eggs and took her to the dinner table where he had her sit and deeply kissed her while his hands were busy hitching her gown up to her waist. She grinned and pulled his flannel pants down to his thighs, letting his hard cock spring free. Jaime caught the gleam in her eye and grinned as she quietly grabbed his cock, already wet with his precum, and stroked it a bit while staring at his emerald eyes. He pulled away from their kiss and grunted in anticipation.

« Do you want me to show you right now? »

She nodded quietly and guided him within her petite core. As he felt her folds gently open and engulf his cock, Jaime groaned and shut his eyes tight. She felt so good that if he didn't know better he wouldn't be able to last any longer but he did know better so he breathed hard and looked up at her beautiful face. Bäahal was playful this morning, so welcoming and so loving. Her warmth literally engulfed him and overwhelmed the knight. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed her further onto his cock while his other hand held onto the table to keep his balance. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her frame.

It was a morning session, one that didn't have the emergence of the night. One that could last forever or never finish at all. They weren't looking for the finish line for they already reached it the night before. No, this morning, he simply wanted to greet her the proper way, the only way he knew would combine their bodies and souls. He wanted to be one with her and bask in the glory of the moment. Jaime relished her warmth and wetness. He relished the constricting muscles around his hard veiny cock. He enjoyed her soft moans as she wrapped her hands around his buttocks and was the one moving his hips to set up a pace. He let her go and have her fun while his lips would devour her. He took the time to taste his girl, remind himself why he couldn't get enough of her, of her spicy skin and loving smile.

« My Golden Lion...... You feel so good. » She allowed herself to say in a half-breathed voice.

She was so taken by the moment that she didn't realize her eggs were burning. The scent and smoke didn't bother them, they barely noticed the fire coming from the pan as she kept pushing him inside of her at a steady pace. It only was when all of a sudden the anti-fire system started to work (and therefore they were drenched in water) that Bäahal and Jaime realized that the breakfast was ruined and their kitchen along with it. The Targaryen started to laugh, thinking the situation was rather funny, and she wrapped her arms around her lover's shoulders.

« Ahahahah This is too much! I told you I was cooking and here you come distracting me with your big dick. »

« I...I didn't do that. What are you talking about? » He heartily laughed along with her and gently pulled away as the situation required their attention. Bäahal let him go and crossed her legs as she witnessed the disaster their kitchen became.

« I guess we'll have to go outside if we want to have breakfast. » She said while getting a little bit more decent.

Both were soaked with water but as the fire stopped, so did the emergency system. She smiled at him and jumped off of the table so she could kiss him and walk out of the kitchen. « I'm going to take a shower, maybe you could join me? » She offered.

What else could he say but « yes? » He followed her to the bathroom with his head full of unfinished stories and his cock still full of promises. 

Sort of.

GOT regular: To become better.

Since the betrayal and the siege she had to endure, the princess was determined to become even better at fighting with swords. She demanded to be trained by the swordmaster of the Red Keep to maintain her sharp reflexes. She needed to be ready in case something similar was to happen to her and she decided to take advantage of the fact she was thought to be dead to actually strengthen up. Jaime encouraged her to resume training, thinking that it was a good idea and would prove useful as time went by. He couldn't train her completely as he wished to do, but he could always help her correct her stance, and teach her fighting strategies (especially spatial awareness and the use of her surroundings during a fight). 

Being unable to actually teach her how to fight had been a point of tension between the knight and the princess because he was painfully aware of his disability.  He couldn't wield his sword like he used to and it pained him to have to rely on someone else to do it. Bäahal understood and she tried to comfort her betrothed the best way she knew of. She had always known a maimed Jaime and even then, when they first met, she thought he was a hardened warrior. Missing a hand, being half-blind, or even old were never disqualifying, but he would rather have her be trained by someone else than not trained at all. So here she was, standing tall before her swordmaster, determined to become better and stronger so she could protect those who would need it the most. She was already thinking about what was coming next. Lady Kyra would need some help with the noble houses. If she wanted to help her friend, she had to be better. She would be better. 

-TBC-

GOT (modern): Deep thoughts in the bathtub

Bäahal sat in her bathtub. Her legs were pulled up so she could wrap her arms around her frame. Her purple hues stared aimlessly before her. Her luscious white locks were tied in a loose bun so they wouldn't get wet. She could feel it, the warmth in her heart and a newfound calmness she was slowly getting used to. Jaime told her that he was ready to step out together with her. He told her he loved her and he wanted her to be happy. If that meant being out in public, then he would try his best to make it happen. Knowing that he was willing to face the scrutiny of the public and the wrath of both their families comforted the heiress more than she expected. Suddenly, she wasn't fighting alone. Jaime was with her. It made her smile and she leaned her forehead against her knees. Everything would be alright. 

The young woman knew all too well how negatively her siblings and extended family would react to the news of her dating a Lannister. She knew she was going against the family feud her father started with Tywinn Lannister. She knew that Daenerys would take it for betrayal and she would actively reject her sister because she went against their father's wishes. She knew Viserys would loath her, and rightfully so since he hated the Lannisters. It didn't matter how sober he was, this hatred for the Lannisters existed long before he was an adult and his constant public beef with Cersei Lannister only further demonstrated just how much he loathed this family.  They would not take it well but Bâahal didn't want to sit around and wait for them to approve everything she did. If she did, she knew she would have to kiss her freedom goodbye and that was not something she wanted. 

it felt good to be able to finally have something for herself. She was free to be friends with whomever she wanted regardless of how her family would take it. Kyra Lannister was her best friend, her only friend for that matter, so why would she hide this relationship from the world? The same goes for her relationship with Jaime. She was happy when she was with him! Why would she keep it to herself? Yes, of course, being a public figure would always come with unwanted attention and the paparazzi were ready to photograph her at any candid moments (especially if these were embarrassing). She knew that people would look at her and pretend they knew everything about her. She knew about their judgment and grew up being judged for being alive. What would be new? What would be new if not just her being happy for once? She shrugged and held her legs tighter.  She could do this! She could step out with Jaime as her lover and Kyra as her best friend and would be strong enough to face anything that would come their way.  Perhaps, living her truth with a good support system would actually give Bâahal the stability she was looking for. Perhaps....

GOT regular: suffocation

 The princess was walking in circles, she could feel her breathing become more erratic as time went by. She felt unwell, stressed out to be more precise. Her hand stroked her belly in an attempt to soothe herself but it didn't work, so she resumed walking in circles, in the hope to finally control her breathing.  Bäahal felt trapped and felt that she was suffocating. How could she willingly enter a room full of people who hated the man she loved and pretend that she had everything under control? How could she protect her beloved to the best of her abilities if she wasn't able to cross the door? The herald looked at her with empathy in his eyes, as he could see his princess lose her composure and worry. He learned a long time ago not to interfere in royal affairs so he didn't move, he didn't speak, he simply waited for the princess to gather herself and turn around to look at him again.

It took a while but she finally managed to calm her breathing. The princess wondered why introducing Jaime Lannister as her consort was making her so anxious given the horrors she endured in the past. She saw the worst humanity had to offer and survived. Back in those days, it was her mother's dream of freedom that kept her alive. She wanted to be free so her mother's sacrifice would not be in vain. She wanted to be free so Pain and Suffering would not define her life. She endured so many outrages, whether physical or mental, and always came on top of everything. Why would this be different? A lot was at stake, while before she only had to care about her own survival and was willing to be punished should she fail, it wasn't the same situation. Today, she was a princess and the fate of her sister depended on her decisions. Each and every action she would make would be scrutinized and criticized by the noble houses, so she had to be careful. Perhaps the weight of her situation was finally being felt and that was why she was suffocating. 

Loving Jaime was never just for herself. Loving Jaime and taking him as a consort would inevitably have an impact on her sister's power and influence. Jaime knew it, Daenerys knew it and still, they couldn't refuse the princess' only wish. They couldn't look her in the eyes and doom her to a life of suffering, not after all she sacrificed to try and be happy. They relented and now here she was, suffocating on her anxiety and trying to gather herself up so she would assume her duties as a princess. Jaime was the most hated man of Westeros, this much wasn't a secret and she knew that the rest of the world would do anything in their power to see him fall. They would perceive his betrothal to be a way for him to escape judgement and they would do anything in their power to bring him down. She would never allow it, especially not when she decided to interweave their destinies together. She would fight for him, defend him, and show to the world Jaime as she saw him. Determined, she stopped pacing around and turned to face the Herald. She would walk past those doors and would meet the world with a newfound resolve. 

-TBC-

got (modern) She couldn't afford to lose her -Dany x Baahal-

Daenerys tapped her fingers against the wooden table of her office desk. She had not heard from Bäahal in a while and was panicking. Their relationship had genuinely improved, and she was happy about it. For once, they could have normal conversations that didn't end in tears and screams. For once, they could share a meal without being at each other's throats. For once, she was given enough space to think about what she did to her sister over the years. Perhaps she owed it to Jon Stark, who actually showed her what healthy relationships with your siblings were. He encouraged her to make amends with her sister and try to get to know her better. Little by little, she stopped seeing her as a burden to carry and more as a person to actually get to know.  

This made her reflect upon the things she did to her sister. She ignored her at times and turned a blind eye to the pain she felt and the violence their brother, Viserys, inflicted upon her. Daenerys indulged in violence as well. Unlike Viserys' physical violence, Daenerys' was mostly psychological. She would hurl insults at her, would force Bäahal to remain financially dependent on her, and would treat Bäahal like a stain in the family. With hindsight, it was clear as day that she carried the guilt and rage of both her parents. Rhaella hated Bäahal, not the child herself, but what she embodied. Every time she looked at Bäahal, she saw her husband's infidelity. She felt like salt was rubbed on an open wound every time she looked at that other child and took it as an insult to be forced to welcome her into the family and pretend that she had always belonged there.  

Aerys' guilt was overwhelming. he messed up with both of his families. He couldn't bring himself to leave Rhaella for Sunni because he didn't want to break his family apart but he also didn't want to stop seeing Sunni because he was in love with her.  He felt a duty to both and because he refused to make a decision, everyone ended up suffering. It was easier to hate on Bâahal than to love her and for more than a decade, Daenerys did everything in her power to keep her sister on a leash. She even went as far as to break a relationship she had with a young dornish heir by buying his loyalty. He didn't hesitate and dumped Bäahal with such quickness that it made Daenerys nauseous.  She bought her sister's heartbreak and that wasn't the only thing she did to hurt the silver heiress. She used her for a deal with Bronn and sold her body for some piece of land to repeat what Bäahal accused her of.  Before Jon, it didn't bother her.  Now that he had opened her eyes to the reality of what she did, she felt disgusted with herself. 

How could she repair her relationship with her sister? How could Bäahal trust her again if she ever learned that she bought her breakup? Daenerys was worried about losing the budding loving relationship between the two of them because of her actions. She was worried about losing her sister for good. It sent her shivers down her spine and she grabbed her phone to look at the latest texts they exchanged lately. The conversation was nice, trivial even, they were planning a dinner together and Bäahal insisted on cooking something for the two of them. Daenerys' lips trembled and she put the phone against her chest. No one should ever know what happened and she made sure to remind the dornish prince to always keep his mouth shut lest he wanted to feel her wrath but she knew she couldn't control people to such an extent. Sooner or later the truth would be revealed and Dany didn't want it to blow up in her face. 

She couldn't afford to lose her..

She couldn't. 

GOT shorts about mornings and fatherhood

 When Bäahal saw Jaime with a baby nephew, the only thought she had at this moment was to see him become a dad. The dad of their children. She hasn't expressed her thoughts just yet but it's just a matter of time.

xxx

My favourite smile is the one he has in the early hours of the day. It is when I realize how lucky I am that he loves me and how I don't want to change this life for anything in the world. I love him. I love you, Jaime.

GOT (regular):Horse riding

I cannot ride my dragon for my poor Viseryon is dead. I cannot soar through the clouds and fly on a dragon's back but I can enjoy looking at the scenery. I can enjoy the wind whipping at my face as my steed runs faster. I can smell the earth as it is and relish the smell of nature surrounding me. I can praise the gods for their marvelous creation.  I feel grateful, somehow, to have survived for as long as I did, so I could enjoy Life.  I miss my best friend. I miss my dragon, but I found a new way to feel free. I found a new way to be /me/. 

GOT (regular)

"We are in the wolf's den, of that I am certain. I know that my choices are not always understandable and some don't approve of them but it doesn't matter. The gods favor me. They helped me through my times of need. They gave me strength when I felt I was lacking. They gave me the determination to enact my revenge, to fight for my love for Jaime, to survive the siege...They gave me a family and they gave me a purpose. 

I feel that they will favor me in the new battles I would have to lead. I do not fear going to war for you, Jaime. I do not fear lending my blade to my sister, I do not fear giving support to my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Kyra. I do not fear what's to come because I have been in the Underworld and back. I have seen Hell on Earth and still survived."

Got: "The many faces of Bäahal Targaryen"

The realization that she had been different versions of herself truly shattered the way Bäahal thought of herself. She led different lives, each and every one of them had a lot of challenges to overcome. From being ripped off of a beautiful childhood and thrust into slavery. To witness the horrors of such conditions, to experience them once she got older and yet to remain resilient, to retain a part of herself so vital that no one, not even her masters could own was a victory in itself. She managed to keep the part of herself that yearned for freedom and wanted to carry her mother's dream with her. She succeeded in killing her masters and setting herself free. She managed to snatch her freedom from their dead cold hands and then met Daenerys.

Her third life started, not as a free child, not as a slave child or teenager but a life as a princess. She went to war, she met the love of her life, and she became used to her freedom. She became used to this new life of championing the people, of becoming the voice of the voiceless, of fighting for others. She became an ambassador for her sister and it transformed Bäahal and her view of the world. She discovered herself, parts of herself she didn't know existed, and for a while, it felt as if she had everything under control. Well.. not everything. At the time of the siege, she had discovered love and the pains of loving someone who (at the time) didn't reciprocate her feelings. She discovered that she couldn't stay at the Red Keep and needed to lead a life for herself. She discovered that she was still mourning the death of Viseryon and was still reeling from the impact of the war on her both mentally and physically.  Still, she kept going up until the siege. 

When the siege happened, Bäahal was left a shell of the person she used to be. She was traumatized by her near-death experience, confused, upset, and frustrated altogether. It brought the worst in her, and a version of the princess she refuses to be ever again. She was scared of everything, suspicious of anyone who came near her, and dependent on Jaime's presence... It took a while for her to recover but she did. She discovered the strength she had inside and that helped her become a better version of herself. A stronger version. One who knew who she was and what she wanted and one who decided to fight for her only desire "To be with Jaime Lannister, to become his wife and the mother of his children", on top of lending her blade and life to the crown and honoring her house and the queen. She fought for it and proved every day how genuine her feelings for the knight were and how much she loved him. It took a while, but she was granted permission to marry her love.  Oh, she was good at advocating for herself, but also for others and that was the path she would continue to walk. That was the path the gods had chosen for her and she was eager to show her growth to the rest of the world.

GOT: Theodore Tyrell

The Seven Kingdoms princess danced in the middle of the ballroom. She looked especially ethereal, bathed in the moonlight from above. For the occasion, Bäahal wore a silver dress, embedded with Lapis-Lazulis and a few amethysts that conjured up the image of a silver butterfly to anyone who set their eyes on her. Her head was crowned with silver braids, adorned with blue jewels, that cascaded on her back like rain on her body. To the onlookers, the princess was a work of art. The striking contrast of her ebony skin with the silver strands of hair and the bright color of her dress left an everlasting impression. Poems and songs written about her did not do justice to her beauty, they did not do justice to the gasps of awe and admiration she got from the crowds of peasants and nobles she got to meet. They did not do justice to the sight Theodore Tyrell saw at this instant. 

She captivated him when he saw her on the horse she was riding. A woman of her standing would have taken a carriage, and she probably should have traveled in one but given the impressive number of soldiers that rode by her side, it was safe to say that the princess was not in fear of an ambush. She appeared as a fearless creature, a woman of grit and strength that befitted her reputation as the princess who survived a siege.  Theodore was mesmerized when he saw her on her horse, a fierce battle-worn black mare that lost an eye to battle but who was the most trusted among the horses she rode.  She was even more beautiful in this nightgown, moving gracefully as if she were walking on clouds. Theo watched as Bäahal Targaryen executed her routine perfectly and when she finished, he stood up and applauded with the rest of the audience. 

She smiled and bowed before her audience as a way to thank them for their appreciation. She then walked back to her seat in an attempt to catch her breath and that was the moment Theodore chose to get close to her. He sat in the chair next to her, enchanted by the sight before him. Bäahal tilted her head to the side, as she noticed the new presence next to her. He grinned at her and grabbed her hand to press his lips against its back.  She didn't recognize him - as a matter of fact, she didn't know who he was- but gently smiled at him as he seemed friendly. He kept his thoughts to himself, for it wasn't the right moment to talk about the hottest topic of Westeros: Her betrothal to Jaime Lannister. Before he met the Princess, Theodore didn't understand why she would choose a traitor like Jaime Lannister as her husband. Was it love? Was it a promise made to the Lannisters? He couldn't tell. He imagined that she had no other choice but to honor the queen. She might have been given to Jaime as a reward for his loyalty during the Last War. 

Seeing her was different. Words didn't do justice to the young woman. She was far more beautiful than he imagined her to be and found himself  mesmerized by the sight of her amethyst eyes. Her warm smile made him feel warmer and he refused to release her hand. Bäahal looked at him and politely asked for him to release her hand. Once... Twice... and only on the third time, when she raised her voice a little bit, did Theodore release her hand. He made up his mind. He would challenge her choice. He would not, could not allow a miscreant like Jaime Lannister get away with his crimes and marry the princess. He hated the man -that was a given- and he hated the family. The Lannisters killed his grandmother Olenna Tyrell. The Lannisters killed his cousin, Margaery and the list of their crimes kept on getting longer. Jaime was to be hanged, not married! Jaime was to be humiliated, not revered and he certainly wouldn't accept that the princess wasn't his.  He released her hand and introduced himself with a light bow. 

"Theodore Tyrell, princess, at your service."

-TBC-