GOT: Tyrion x Bäahal: a conversation in the garden.

GOT: Tyrion x Bäahal: a conversation in the garden.

// I missed Tyrion and Bäahal :) so these two are having a lovely conversation by the garden. 

Tyrion crossed paths with the princess during one of her daily walks by the garden. She was radiant, preciously dropped in the colors of her house, and a beautiful garment that only enhanced her beauty. Tyrion admitted to himself that the princess was genuinely one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on. Her long silky silver hair crowned a young and perfect brown face. Her purple eyes illuminated her face in a way that could only flatter the gods and her beautiful body, was strong, curvy, almost unmarred. He understood why they called her the Jewel of Astapor. He understood why she was sought after and men fought for her favors. The Hand of the Queen recognized her fiery spirit and her thirst for freedom upon meeting her for the first time. Bäahal had just freshly escaped the living hell she was tethered to from birth and was willing to do anything if that meant she could escape Mereen and remain free. He misjudged her intentions at first, believing that she wanted to claim the Iron Throne and challenge Daenerys' power. She proved to him that she was not interested in power and would have been fine if Daenerys didn't know about her heritage. That prompted him to out Bäahal as the illegitimate daughter of King Aerys III and therefore, as Daenerys long lost sister. 

He offered the princess to go on a walk with him for a while as he wanted to take the opportunity to talk to her. She agreed to go for a walk with him mostly because they didn't have the chance to have an actual conversation since she got the blessings of her sister. They have been knowing each other for years now and it felt important to spend some time together. Tyrion reflected on the last couple of years and how much she grew into her role as a princess. She admitted that she was still struggling with it because there was just so much she didn't know about the customs, about the duties, about the politics. It was a vast world she was still discovering but one thing was true about his statement, she was more comfortable now. As they walked around the garden, Bäahal offered her arm for Tyrion to grab. He chuckled but accepted the offer. There was an elephant in the room he had not addressed just yet, so perhaps, now was the right moment to do so. 

"I didn't have the chance to congratulate you properly on your betrothal, princess."

"You've done it once already and I think you did it perfectly. You were happy and that was the most important thing for me. That you welcomed me as someone from your family." She added, tilting her head to the side in a slight nod. 

"How could I not be happy to have you as my sister-in-law?" He asked, curbing a brow as he looked at her face. Bäahal chuckled and shrugged. "I am serious, princess. Why would I not be happy?"

"By the gods, old and new, Ser Tyrion! We both know that Jaime isn't really appreciated in the whole seven kingdoms. I am aware of it, He is hated for what he did. You know that being my consort would bring attention to him. So you're worried and I understand."

"Jaime is bound to pay for his own actions. We have always known it would come to this. However, what is unfair is that it will affect you too." She shook her head and pinched her lips together. Her face became colder as the princess didn't like to be reminded of the most likely rejection of the noble houses of her union with the knight. 

"I could care less about the way people perceive me. I could care less about them not liking my choice. I know that I have a duty to the crown and my sister but Jaime is the man I chose to marry. Jaime is the man I love and they have not been in my shoes! They have not been in my shoes and I won't allow anyone, not even me, to sabotage whatever little happiness I can have for myself. I have been a slave, Ser Tyrion, I didn't own myself until I decided to take my freedom by force. I swore to myself to never let anyone else take my freedom away from me. I chose Jaime. I'll choose him every single time." She repeated, her eyes slowly filling themselves with unshed tears. Tyrion sighed, feeling stupid for bringing up a topic he knew would upset the princess but she didn't stop walking, instead, she slowed down to take back her breath and get herself together. "I apologize, I didn't mean to lash out at you. I'm not upset at you."

" I should be the one to apologize to you, Princess. I'm worried about you. I'm worried about my brother and I can't help but voice my concerns. I don't quite know how.... what it means for you and me to become family. Actually.... I have tried to picture our relationship and...Could you be true to me? could you answer a question princess?" Bäahal nodded and wiped some fresh tears that had started to roll down her cheeks. "Mmhh... Do you like me, princess? Do you genuinely like me? As a friend I mean."

"Yes! I do." -He didn't expect her to answer so fast and so confidently. It made him blink a bit before he scratched the tip of his nose.- "It is true that our relationship started off poorly. I indeed held a grudge for a while because I thought you wanted to cage me again. I realized that you weren't the man I thought you were over time. You were cunning, clever, and calculating: yes! but you were also kind and good-natured. You loved your siblings, you cared for my sister and you were concerned about me. You helped me deal with my newfound freedom and forced me to ask myself questions I didn't want to ask or didn't know how to ask... You guided me through grief when Viseryon died. You've been a safe companion for me, a counselor... a friend. I came to know you and trust you. I came to love you as a person too."

"Love... me?" He blinked and looked at her again, confused by her words, touched and feeling his heart beating faster against his ribcage.

"Yes, love you. I came to look at you fondly, Ser Tyrion. You're a confident, a counselor, a friend... and now I would have the privilege to call you family." She put her free hand against her chest and offered him a warm smile.

"I am honored, your grace." He replied, looking at the floor. He smiled to himself and kept walking with the princess. "I do... I feel the same for you. I'll look after you to the best of my ability." He promised her. She was the woman his brother loved and he would do his best to protect her from harm. It wasn't just for Jaime, it was also something personal for him. She was now seen as a sister and perhaps a new chance to bring his family together and foster good relationships with them. Bäahal was perhaps the key to Jaime's heart, a way for him to rekindle his relationship with his older brother and a way for him to make amends for his past mistakes.  She thanked him and put her free hand above his before they kept walking. His heart was lighter. His mind was at peace. 

-TBC-

GoT: family dinner

GoT: family dinner

// I love love love Tyrion and love how his relationship with Bäahal evolved :D 

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Tyrion put his hand over the princess. Just mere minutes ago they had been enjoying a nice supper and she had been talking with the cute animated voice she always had but it quickly faded when Jaime had to leave the dining room in order to join Jon Targaryen. The princess bit at her bottom lip and instinctively her fingers curled into a ball and held onto the tablecloth as hard as she could. Little by little, she started to lose her smile and dropped her shoulders. It didn't take long, did it? It didn't take long before reality set in and forced the princess to face the truth of her situation. Not so long ago, someone tried to kill her. Not so long ago, she had survived a siege! Not so long ago, someone wanted to hurt her sister. The truth was, she wasn't safe, not yet, and regardless of whether or not Daenerys gave them her blessings, this situation had to be dealt with first. 

Tyrion could see how nervous the princess was. She couldn't leave the Red Keep until they had brought the traitors to justice, therefore, she couldn't join Jaime and Jon in their mission. Being apart from her betrothed proved to give the princess an excruciating pain in her soul because she felt that every moment spent together was the last. Tyrion squeezed her hand, giving her a compassionate look, and tried to soothe her with the stroke of the back of her hand. It was still strange to him to call the princess his sister-in-law. They have come a long way, from a teeth-clenched alliance to a frustrating relationship between the two of them. She could understand why he ratted her out to the queen, but still wished she was given the choice and did it herself. They managed to go from this to a sincere friendship that grew stronger at the death of  Viserion. 

They were to become a family, by virtue of the law but also before the gods Old and New. Tyrion was perplexed by the news. For so long he had been deprived of a proper family. His mother died while birthing him, and his father hated his guts, as well as Cersei. He was close to Kyra and Jaime but both of them had to deal with their respective issues. To add insult to injury, at the death of Joffrey, he was sent to die and would probably died if Jaime had not set him free. His journey with Daenerys put some distance between his family and himself and forced them to face each other because of Cersei's unwavering hatred.  The Last War should have taken everything from him, it really should, but Tyrion was lucky because Jaime and Kyra survived, His queen became the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, and thanks to Bäahal, he was able to talk to his older brother again. His family wasn't fully destroyed. They had a chance to make it better. Bäahal would soon be part of this family. 

"Ser Tyrion...." She said with a strangled voice. "I don't want to live a life where I will just watch Jaime leave me over and over again.  I want to go with him... I want to ride with him... I need to."

"Princess..." -She looked at him, eyes filled with unshed tears, informing Tyrion that she was about to sob. Tyrion put his other hand over her arm.- "I understand your desire to join my brother. I understand your desire to be with him but Jaime needs you to stay here. He needs you to be safe. He will come back to you, to us and until he does, I will keep an eye on you. I will watch after you. You're not going to be alone. You never will be."

And with these words said, the princess finally broke into tears. she leaned her head against his shoulder and sobbed loudly. The princess was so exhausted that she needed to vent. Tyrion kept her close to his frame and gently stroked her shoulder in order to bring her some comfort. He understood her pain and her fears. he understood, by the gods Old and New, he was scared for Jaime. He was scared for her. 

-TBC-

GoT: Redwyne's revolution

 GoT: Redwyne's revolution

// flash-forward. Tyrion is actually thinking about what's to come. 

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House Redwyne. Tyrion could understand why they would resent the new queen. Daenerys wasn't popular everywhere. That much could be understood. For Westeros, she was the silver-haired bitch that came from the south. She was a menace, the scourge that would drastically destroy the very fabric of their society. She had tamed beasts that could devour her very enemies, dragons she considered her own children. She had killed the old masters of the south and could very much try to kill the noble families that had existed for centuries. The Redwynes would not try to confront the queen, lest they wanted to die by the fire of her dragons. They would, however, try to reach out to her and kill the closest person she had. Her own blood, the young princess. Learning that princess Bäahal was traveling the world in order to play the ambassador was welcomed with exctiment. They used it against her. They used Bäahal's kindness against her and ambushed the princess. Tyrion knew that it was just a matter of time before they went after the queen. For the moment, the survival of the princess had been kept a secret and Jaime had just returned from his mission with Commander Jon.

They would have to discuss their findings and the fact House Redwyne was to be considered an enemy. The priority was to avoid an all-out war, but they also had to make a lesson out of the Redwynes. He rubbed his temple and drank his cup of wine. The queen was trying to deal with the relationship between his brother and her sister. That had to be settled somehow, because they had to know if their union was allowed or if they were forbidden to be together. Jaime had done his best not to give into his desire and urges. He had done things right. He had found someone who cared for him and who genuinely loved him, flaws and all. Tyrion didn't know what Bäahal saw in Jaime. He loved his brother and he wanted him to survive his queen's judgement. Jaime deserved better. He deserved much better and Tyrion wanted nothing but his brother's happiness. He was aware that Bäahal held Jaime's heart in her hands. He was aware that Jaime made the princess happy, perhaps the happiest she had ever been. They really were a beautiful couple and Tyrion wished nothing more but for the two of them to get what they wanted. 

Yet... There was something looming in the distance. Jaime was hated, perhaps he even was the most hated man of Westeros. He had a target on his back and no one but the princess and his siblings, no one could ever want his well-being. So he was afraid, for both of Jaime and the princess. He was afraid of what was to come but he knew they would prepare for anything. 

-TBC-

Got (regular): "For the love of his brother"

Got (regular): "For the love of his brother"

// Another moment between Tyrion and Bäahal. 

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Tyrion remained silent. Earlier on, a handmaiden went to fetch him at the princess' request. Hesitant at first, the Lannister decided to join the princess -how could he deny her request?- and see what the fuss was all about. Silence had settled in the dining room. The princess and the Hand had talked earlier on about the siege and the fact that House Redwyne was possibly behind it. He expressed his worries for his brother who literally went on a mission with little intel. Jaime was cunning, careful, and most importantly a seasoned knight. He would have gathered all the intel he needed and would charm his way out of trouble if the need arose, yet, the Hand of the Queen Daenerys couldn't help but feel a knot in his guts. It had been a long battle for Tyrion, a very difficult battle ever since he went on trial for a murder he did not commit. His life had been miserable, for most of it, because of his condition, the death of his mother while she was giving birth to him and the resentment he received from everyone but Jaime. His brother had always been on his side. His brother has always respected him and treated him like a human being. Their love for each other had been tested several times since Daenerys' conquest. Since the murder of their father. 

Jaime didn't forgive him. How could he? The Golden Lion was the Golden child of Tywin Lannister. He was his pride and joy. He was everything Tyrion wasn't. Tall, gorgeous, strong, brave, and skilled. He was everything Tyrion would never be: a child who didn't kill: the love of Tywin's life. Jaime hated him, they had that conversation before the Long Night. Jaime was upset at him, he was disappointed in him, and yet love prevailed. The war happened and they nearly lost the other but they survived this one, only to be torn apart because of Jaime's loyalty to Cersei. Tyrion lost his brother a second time. For nearly a year he didn't hear from him, didn't know where he went or if he was still alive. Bäahal was a beacon of Light in the gloomy world of Tyrion Lannister. He missed his brother. He had already lost a sister and the nephews and niece he had, were gone too. All that remained was his little sister Kyra and the hope to see Jaime again. When his older brother came back to him, Tyrion could not hold back his tears. He had been a different man, he'd shed some pounds but more importantly, he seemed to have stopped carrying the weight of the world. Perhaps, the princess' love was for something. Perhaps not. Who was he to say? 

There was a chance he would lose his brother for good. When Bäahal told him that Daenerys had a conversation with her and would have a conversation with Jaime upon his return, his blood turned cold. There it was, the very big risk for his brother to be killed on the spot for daring to love the princess. If he didn't die and got the queen's blessings, then he would have a target on his back and the princess would have a very difficult life as well.  Tyrion did his best to convince both of them not to fall in love and to move forward but he failed. Bäahal was stubborn. Bäahal was moving. She deserved to be loved and to know what that was.  Tyrion was worried, and watching as the princess was now dancing in front of him, as a way for her to cope with Jaime's absence and potential death, put the Hand at ease. It soothed him to see the young woman execute a beautiful dance in honor of his brother.  It didn't put all of his worries away but it distracted him for a moment. Tyrion was his brother's keeper and he would do his best to protect him at all costs, but what could a man do when he was miles away from his loved one? What could a man do?

-TBC-

GoT: Responsibilities

 // Responsibilities 

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"Can I believe you sister? Can I believe your desire to mend things between the two of us? I pray the seven gods old and new about the day you would understand the way I feel about Jaime. I prayed the gods, old and new to be able to return to you. You are my blood. you are my family. You are everything I have left in this world and I cannot, for the love of them, jeopardize your safety.

You are the queen. I am aware of that. You are the queen, but also my sister and I love you with all my might. I am just worried. Worried? Yes! I am worried, because today, I am torn between family duties, family loyalty, and love. I love you but I also love Jaime Lannister and I would want nothing more but for you both, to find a common ground. You don't have to love him, dear sister, but I wish you would learn to respect him. I wish, you would get to know him for who he is and not what he did. I hope you will find it in you, to see Jaime Lannister as I see him. A man of honour. A man who loved deeply. A man I love with everything I have. But fret not. Should I have to choose, I would always choose duty. I would always choose you before my own desires.

Got (regular): you're family.

// sometimes it's good to think about something positive :) 

"I'd like to think of something pleasant, Lord Tyrion, rather than all the dread and fear that are already holding my heart hostage." -She whispered, her purple eyes focused on the balcony of her bedroom.-

"What do you mean princess? What do you want to talk about?" -Tyrion walked towards the table that sat in the middle of the room near her bed and poured two glasses of wine for them. She tilted her head to the side and gave him a soft smile.-

"I want to talk about... we keep thinking about the doom and gloom and how dreadful a romance between Jaime and me would be. I think I know, I know just how awful things could be. I don't need to be reminded of it, every single day. So...." -She tapped her fingers against her chin- "How about, we pick something lighter to talk about and imagine a good outcome?"

"A good outcome? Are you talking about a wedding?" -She bit her bottom lip and nodded. The princess grabbed her glass and slowly took a sip- "Uh... A wedding mmhh? Have you ever thought about being married someday?" -She shook her head and  twirled a few of her silver locks- "But you've thought about getting married to Jaime already?"

"Aye... I have thought about it. I hated men. All my life they used me. They hurt me. I tried to protect my heart as much as I could, hardening it so they wouldn't hurt me. I really couldn't believe that I would eventually find someone like your brother."

"Jaime really has that type of impact on people. Some love him, most hate him." -Tyrion grinned and took a sip of his wine. She was right, after all, it would be a good thing to talk about something else. It felt good to see the princess smile for a change.- "I am surprised, however, that you love my brother enough to imagine your wedding to him. Do you have an idea of the people you want to invite to the ceremony? or the dress you'd wear?"

Bäahal blushed and bit her bottom lip. She kept playing with her silver hair and nodded at his questions. Yes, she has thought about her wedding day. She had thought about the dress she could wear. She wanted a long flowery dress with lovely cleavage and a little cape. She wanted it to have some lace or maybe some crepe and she wanted to have large sleeves. Her hair would be braided and she would wear light make-up. She wanted to carry a bouquet. Her eyes lit up and she put her hair in front of her face and under her nose. She wanted Daenerys to attend, Jon, Tyrion, and Lady Kyra as well  She wanted her loved ones to be there, and if she could get a hold of Missandei, she wanted to have her friend by her side and had often wondered what she was up to.

"I fell in love with your brother and didn't realize it up until I found him at Highgarden. It took him cornering me for me to realize that, yes... I fell in love with him. Jaime is a man of many wonders. He's devoted to his family and would do anything for you. He is loyal and a man I can trust. I want to share my life with him, regardless of how dangerous it could be for me. I want to... I want the gods to be our witnesses because I swear on the gods, old and new that I cannot live without him." -She took another sip of her drink and sat on the chair next to Tyrion.- "I... Aye. I have. I want the ceremony to be very intimate with just the people I love. I just want to have my family by my side and you... Lord Tyrion, are my family."

He looked at her, eyes wide open as he didn't expect her to say those words. It was the first time that Bäahal actually told him she considered him to be like family. It made sense, however, for her to think so. Marrying Jaime would also mean welcoming his family and it would make Kyra and Tyrion her siblings-in-law. The thought made him smile because he remembered their beginnings and the fact they weren't trusting each other.  They became closer after a while, friends even but to be considered family? That was new... that made him feel warm. Bäahal gently grabbed his hand and smiled at him. She tilted her head to the side, her purple eyes set upon Tyrion's green ones.

"Family?" -He blinked, he didn't know how to react and he felt his heartbeats go faster-

"Yes. You are. I like to think that the wedding would definitely make it more official." -She said, confident, determined with that very stubborn face she always had on- "Are you... Okay with it?" -She questioned, her silver brow furrowed a little bit-

"it is... No. It is an honor, princess. I...I couldn't. We didn't have a very easy relationship, now did we? I was content to be at your service. I was content to be your friend. What you are asking is.. different. you want me to be your family?" -She nodded- 

"Yes! Yes, I do. We didn't have a good start but we both earned each other's trust and that's all that matters to me. Tyrion...Tyrion... Over the years you've truly become a powerful ally and a trustworthy friend, and now that I laced my destiny with Jaime's, you are effectively a brother." -She held onto his hand tighter and nodded quietly.- "You care about me and you've worked tirelessly in order to help me get back on my feet. I have been so lost and confused before."

And lost and confused she had been. Since the siege and her return to King's Landing, Tyrion watched as the princess felt distressed over the reaction of her sister regarding her blossoming relationship with his brother. He watched as she stayed in her room, refused to share lunch or dinner with her family, and wept the water out of her body. He watched as she slowly left her room and went on long walks in the garden. He watched as she slowly rekindled her relationship with her family. She convinced him that the love between Jaime and her was genuine and something worth defending. Each and every time, Tyrion gave her some advice. He supported her through her grief, pushed her to talk to her relatives again, and even took her to the dragons so she could ride again. Tyrion was instrumental in her recovery.  

"I care about you. You have it right, Bäahal. I care about you and I honestly feel honored that you consider me like a brother. I will treat you as such, on top of being your friend and counselor. What say you?"

" I agree with it. On top of it all, you will be my brother and as such... for the wedding, I would love for you to give a speech. You know me in ways not even Jon does. You know Jaime better than he does. I would be honored if you speak about us during the celebrations after the ceremony."

"I am already working on a speech. For what is worth, princess, this might even be the best wedding I'll ever attend. " -he paused and removed his hands so he could grab his glass again.- "Let's drink to this, shall we?"

"Let's drink to this." -She grabbed her glass and raised it before she emptied it.-

It felt strange but further strengthened the bond between Tyrion and Bäahal. they had quite a journey, these two. From distrust to blindly trusting each other, they have been through a lot, but Tyrion realized that Bâahal was this person who he treated like a sister despite her not sharing his blood. He was pleased to see that she thought the same, no, moved to see that she felt the same. It felt bittersweet, however, because as good as it was, the situation was uncertain still. Perhaps, a wedding would never happen. Perhaps, there would be one. All they could do was hope. 

got regular: Let's talk about love -Tyrion x Bäahal

 // Another conversation between Tyrion and Bäahal, this time much light-hearted - riding dragons help a lot-

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Bäahal's first couple of days without Jaime or Jon in the castle had been complicated. While she could manage during the day and would fill her day riding Rhaegal to the sky or talking to her sister Daenerys the nights have been difficult. At night, the princess was alone with her thoughts. At night, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the knight, longing for him and wishing for a different outcome of their union. She wished that they didn't have to wait for her sister's approval (as in, wait so long for her to approve of them). She wished, that Dany gave her blessings as soon as she learned the truth of their feelings for each other. Waiting had never been the forte of the young woman. Waiting for something she'd dreamed of and desired for such a long time had always left a sour taste in her mouth. Her entire existence, she had wished for freedom. It took the death of the man who tried to help them, then the death of her mother, then the years of endless suffering at the hands of her master and his friends....years of having her body violated, her mind crushed, her hands soaked with the blood of her master's enemies to finally have the opportunity to escape and take it. Waiting for her sister's blessings shouldn't be taking as long as it took for her to be free. 

Well...It wasn't exactly the same thing and she understood why her sister would hesitate. Jaime was no ordinary man. He was known as the kingslayer, he was known as the sister-fucker, and he was known as the enemy. Everyone in the seven kingdoms would want to have him dead because of his family and its legacy of murders and wars. Because of his own action as a man who broke his oath, because he was rich, handsome, and skilled in combat. Everyone had a reason to hate him and they would hate him even more if he managed to get married to the princess. Bäahal had earned through hard work and dedication a very positive reputation; She was the royal who spoke and mingled with commoners. She was the voice of compassion, representing her sister's soft side wherever she went. She protected villagers during the siege and despite her fate being largely unknown, she almost reached a state of sainthood among the people. So to have Jaime Lannister taint that image was impossible to accept. Dany couldn't expose her sister to the disappointment of a crowd, for she had already experienced it at Mereen. She couldn't give her to a man whose family hurt her husband. How could she reconcile the two?

The silver princess managed to find some solace in the fact her sister would eventually mellow to the situation and see Jaime through different lenses. Perhaps, for the sake of her sister's happiness and with a little push from Jon, Sansa, and Tyrion, Jaime would be accepted. It was a matter of patience and Bäahal would have to learn how to be more patient. She sighed as she walked towards the hallways of the Red Keep. She knew it by heart now and it wouldn't have been so hard to endure if she was able to leave the castle. She knew it by heart by now and was craving novelty. She wanted to see new faces and hear new people but she knew that for the sake of their mission, she had to remain in the castle.  Her little afternoon stroll had her meet with Tyrion who had just left the war room. He waved at her and she bent a little towards him. 

"Good morning princess." -He smiled at her-

"Good morning, Lord Tyrion." -She resumed walking-

"I am not a lord anymore, princess. You don't have to call me as such." -Tyrion cocked his head to the side-

"Old habits are hard to shake, so please, take it as a friendly way to call you that is more than just plain Tyrion. "

"I see. Well, for you I can make an exception when we are in private. Could we share your afternoon stroll? " -She nodded and offered her arm for him to grab as they walked. He wrapped his arm around hers and they resumed walking through the hallway- "You seem to be more at peace these days, princess."

"It's because I am. You had a fantastic idea when you suggested I rode a dragon. I have felt more like myself up in the air. I was able to properly mourn for Viserion this time, with his brothers." She gently nudged him. "Besides, I got to talk to you and you've been a very positive influence in my life, Lord Tyrion."

"My pleasure, princess." -He couldn't help but smile. She truly wasn't as mopey as she was since her arrival. She wasn't crying, she wasn't upset, and she wasn't even lamenting about her sister's lack of decision in her situation.  "Although, I have to say that both Commander Jon and my older brother had also something to do with your mood. If I may say... I am surprised to see you so bright today."

"Oh? You were expecting me to remain a mess after Jaime and Jon's departure? " -Tyrion nodded and Bäahal blushed and shrugged- "Well...I was for a couple of hours. I had to let Jaime leave and I couldn't even express my feelings for him as I wished to. We couldn't touch the way I wanted us to. We couldn't kiss... we were very limited, but Jaime found a way He found a way to turn this moment into the most romantic moment I've ever seen.... or had." 

"Jaime has always been the romantic type. He loved the stories about a knight and his princess. he always loved reading romantic plays, and poems, and even when we talked together, Jaime managed to bring about the most romantic scenarios he could think of. He's lovesick, I can tell. What did he tell you this time?"

"I am the keeper of his heart. I am keeping his love safe with me. He spelled "I love you" in such a romantic way. I nearly fainted." -She chuckled and then put her hand on her chest.- "I gave him a ring. It's a royal ring I asked him to return to me. I ... I asked him to put it on my finger when he's back. "

"Did you propose to him?" -She chuckled and shook her head- "oh... Did you hint at a desire to be proposed then?"

"If he sees it fit. I didn't think this through. I just wanted him to have a trinket from me, a testament to my love for him. I... I wanted to lace my destiny with his, but in a way, I think the gods, old and new, know I have chosen him. I have chosen him." -She repeated and clenched her fingers against the fabric of her dress. 

"Here I was thinking my brother was the only romantic soul here. You are quite the romantic yourself, princess! It's good to see you in a better mood."

"It's thanks to you, Lord Tyrion. Have you ever done something romantic for someone?" -She asked curiously, her purple eyes set upon the Hand of her sister who started to think. 

"Mmm.... unfortunately, given the relations I had with my siblings and the way the world saw me. I didn't have the opportunity to be as flamboyant as my brother was. Yet, I think the most romantic thing I was able to do, was to love Shae as if she was a queen. I didn't care about her status nor did I care about her previous work; I didn't care because I loved her. She dined with me. She sat at my table. She dressed as she wanted with anything she desired. That was the most romantic thing I ever did for someone." -His face became somber, as he remembered how Shae betrayed him and how that made him feel. Bäahal noticed and she quickly removed her arm from his grip so she could kneel before him and put both of her hands on his shoulders. - "Princess..."

"Lord Tyrion. I am sorry. I am sorry for the hardships you had to fight to this day. I am sorry about the way your father treated you, and the way he encouraged others to treat you. I am sorry people weren't able to see past your height, your face... because it didn't fit their standards. You are... a giant among men, please, look at me." -She said as she cupped both cheeks and gently stroked them. He indulged her request and set his green eyes upon her.- "You are brave. You are wiser than any maester I know of. You are a visionary and along with it, comes the burden of being shunned by others. Along with brilliance, comes the darkness. You are a kind man. You should have been treated better, yet you never were. I know how it is. I have been a slave. I have been used and abused because I was different. I have been..." -She bit back a sob- "Your gesture is the most romantic gesture someone could do because you loved Shae for who she was. Nothing less and nothing more but the truth. You have been true to her and true to this love. It's beautiful. You are." -She smiled before she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. 

"Princess...."

Tyrion didn't know what to say but he found himself fondly smiling at the young woman and gently running his hand through her massive silver hair so he could pet it. She was surprised and always managed to take him back. She surprised him even now because she found a way to comfort him despite the stressful situation she was in; She found the time to be nice to others while she had every reason to be bitter and upset. He was surprised but pleased and that warm embrace truly brought him comfort so he didn't resist it. how could he? 

-TBC-

got (modern): I lost him to find you

got (modern): I lost him to find you

// Bäahal is still reeling from her past relationship with Elias. His upcoming wedding has made the news. She wishes she could meet him while holding Jaime's arm but she knows it's never going to happen. She's talking to Jaime when he's sleeping. 

xxx

"Hey Jaime, are you sleeping? I can't seem to find my sleep. I will talk to you instead. I bumped into my ex a couple of days ago. I didn't anticipate seeing him after he left me. Elias, heir of a dornish mogul, the former love of my life. He broke my heart, you know? You have to know, it was plastered all over the newspapers and tabloids for months. They relished in the sight of a distraught Targaryen and they made sure to always bring him into the conversations. Always. I don't know how I endured it without losing my mind. I guess that my family trained me for a moment like this one. I could have lost it, you know? my mind? One minute I was the most beautiful person he's ever seen. I was the love of his life. I made plans with him you know? I wanted to marry him. I wanted to carry his children. I wanted so many things, that never got to be because he left me. 

It was so sudden, Jaime. One day I was the love of his life and the other he just vanished with a note telling me that he didn't love me and never did. how could I trust people after that? how could I recover from such a blow? He hurt me. He broke my heart and I've never felt so unworthy of being loved than when he left me. I was convinced that nobody could ever love me. My dad tried his best to give me hope after my mom died, but he failed. My family hated me. the one brother who came around ended up dying in an accident. I was supposed to be alone. I was supposed to be. I thought I had toughened up, you know? before I met you? I had made progress. I was ready to devour the world. I went to parties, and I focused on dancing. I focused on charity work. I lost myself at work. It was better this way. My sister would respect me if she wasn't able to love me. Tabloids got bored after a while. Then I met you. 

I fell in love with you, as easy as it was to breathe. I just didn't plan on falling in love yet I did.  I fell in love with you. How sweet it is. I thought my heart was lost forever, broken into pieces by what Elias did. I'm glad I was wrong. I'm glad that Elias didn't take all the love I had left inside of me. I thought the whole thing was behind me and somehow it is. I don't love him anymore. I don't care about him anymore. However,  it hurt when I read the newspaper and it talked about his upcoming wedding to a westerosi. He dumped me telling me that he couldn't marry a Westerosi, only for him, to do it years later! Make it make sense! Ahah! Make it make sense because I definitely can't.  Reading the news truly opened wounds I thought were closed for good. 

Seeing him was worse. As long as it was a picture in a magazine or internet newspaper, I could stomach the sight of him. What I didn't expect, however, was to bump into him. To hear him talk to me, to see his fucking face. Jaime, I was petrified because all of a sudden, I wasn't your firecracker, I was just the young girl who was in love with a scumbag who broke her heart. He seemed confused, he tried to tell me about his new wife. He was half-apologizing and half-bragging about his life without me. I wanted to slap his fucking face. I wanted to scream at him that I hated him for what he did! that he was a coward for not having been honest with me. I wanted to tell him that I found better than him. You are better than him, no doubt here. you are better, not just because you're hotter, richer, or even more charismatic. You're better than him because you're honest with me. You're better than him because you're not afraid to be with me. And you've welcomed me, all of me. He never could.  he pretended. he was good at it. 

Then I realized that I didn't need to shove into his face that I was seeing you. I didn't need it to keep my dignity. to show that I had moved on. I simply shrugged, congratulated him, and told him that I was happy he was out of my life because I was finally at peace. I even thanked him for showing me his true face, because then, I was able to move on. I was able to have a better life as soon as I realized that he wasn't shit. yeah. He ain't shit, you and I both know it. If he really was the real deal, he wouldn't have left me. And, if he left me, he would have done it so, with much more gusto than what he did. He was so confused, if only you could have seen his face. he didn't understand how I could stand tall and not really give a fuck about him. Why would I? mmmm? why would I, when I got you? Why would I waste my time? when you're here. come on. I lost him, but it wasn't really a loss. He set me free, so I could find you. So we could be together. In a way, leaving me was a gift he gave me. 

All I'm saying is that I am madly in love with you, Jaime. I want a life with you. I want to have your kids. I want to marry you. I want everything with you. It's probably too early for you to hear that, which is why I'm glad you're sleeping. But this is what I feel. I want to be your firecracker forever. If you'd want me. Now.. let's try to sleep again. We'll talk in the morning."

Got (regular) Dragon rider

 // it's been a while since she rode a dragon. Let the girl live! 

xxx

"When was the last time you rode a dragon?" 

Tyrion's calm voice echoed through the dragon's den. He had taken a walk with the princess the next day of his brother and commander Jon's departure. He wanted to change Bäahal's mood by keeping her company and inviting her to do more than just sit by the dragons. He was there when she rode Viserion to fight the Night Walkers. He watched her rise above the rest of them, and soar through the sky towards battle and he remembered her smile. He remembered the sensation of freedom she felt while riding Viserion. She enjoyed flying but since the death of her dragon, Bäahal had been mostly Earthbound. She survived the siege, managed to recover from the severe malnutrition she suffered from, and was even blossoming thanks to the love she shared with his brother -and thus, despite the hardships that love brought along-. She survived so much that she needed to take a break from her own mind and he didn't know better medicine than a flight with a dragon for the dragon rider. 

"Since Viserion died. It's been... it's been a long while..." -She admitted, her purple gaze looking at Both Rhaegal and Drogon playing together-

Bäahal had not thought about riding another dragon since Viserion died. It took her a while to stand the screams and shrieks of the surviving dragons after the Long Night. It took her a while to even go to the dragons' den and sit by Drogon and Rhaegal and talk to them. How could she even consider riding one? She shrugged and looked at Tyrion. She tucked some hair behind her ear and moistened her lips before she looked back at the dragons. Rhaegal and Drogon had noticed the young princess. They shrieked and flapped their wings to welcome her.  Bäahal tilted her head and smiled at them fondly.  She waved at them and walked closer to the den. Drogon shook its head and stepped back. He was the favorite child of her sister, the One dragon that couldn't be ridden by anyone but Daenerys. However, he acknowledged the presence of its aunt and sat still. Rhaegal, however, turned around and walked toward Rhaegal. 

"What if you tried now? " -She turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide open. Ride them? Ride any of the surviving dragons? She blinked and shook her head.- "I am serious. You have an obvious bond with them. I think they would want nothing more but to ride with you."

"You think?  I haven't... It's been a while. I just... I don't think they remember me.."

She wasn't sure of herself, and Rhaegal felt it. it walked closer to the princess. She put her hand against its snout and gently petted it. Rhaegal shrieked and gently placed one of its wings around her frame, embracing its aunt. Bäahal was shivering and she couldn't help but tear up. It felt good to touch the dragon, the scales, the warmth of its skin, the steady breathing. It felt good to be able to touch the creature. Rhaegal was sensitive and understood the pain of the young woman. It missed Viserion too, and while Life took its way, they managed to move forward. Tyrion took a couple steps back and watched as the princess embraced the dragon, pressing her head against its head and her arms wrapped around its head. She couldn't help herself but cry tears of joy, tears of grief... tears of relief. 

"I think they wouldn't mind. You are their family too. You have dragon blood, princess. You cannot deny this part of yourself. Go. Go and try."

"I just..Thank you, Tyrion. Thank you very much. I wouldn't have tried it if you didn't push me to." -she smiled at him and nodded gently before she looked back at the dragon.-

She had needed companionship, some connection she didn't have with Jon's wolf or one she didn't dare have with the surviving dragons of her sister. She had needed some company that wouldn't require her to speak with words, but to allow animals to share her emotions since they were sensitive. Dragons were in tune with her, mostly because she had dragon blood but also because she used to ride their brother. She shared a special bond with them and it didn't matter how much distance there had been between the two of them, they acknowledged her. Tyrion was right, she did feel better already, mostly because Rhaegal understood her the most and was willing to bring her comfort. it knew how much she needed to be with them again and allowed her to pet him.

She then whispered to Rhaegal, gently asking him if he wanted to let her ride him. The dragon flapped its wings excitedly and bent its neck, allowing the woman to climb onto the dragon. her steps were unsure but she managed to sit on the dragon's back, hold onto its scales, and looked up to the air. She looked at the horizon as the dragon started to flap its wings and took off. Tyrion only saw it for a short while but he managed to see the excited face of the princess who seemed to have found joy again. Rhaegal was flying in circles around the Red Keep, encouraged by its brother Drogon who was shrieking its joy at the sound of his laughing aunt. Tyrion was happy, it felt good to hear the princess laugh for what seemed an eternity.

An eternity. 

-TBC-

GoT : (Regular) What now ?

GoT : (Regular) What now?

 

A/N: Was thinking about my baby. Especially after the trailer. My sweet princess, my hopeful baby. It’s just a little conversation she’s having with Tyrion (who is also another one I love).

 

Xxxxx

 

“Princess. It is just me, please don’t fret. I would like to share a drink with you tonight.”

 

Tyrion’s voice made the princess gasp with surprise. She wished her visitor had been Jaime just so she could see him in the secrecy of her room. Jaime was very cautious ever since they arrived at King’s Landing. He wanted to do the right thing and didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes he did with Cersei. So he wouldn’t hide. He wouldn’t lie. He wouldn’t act as if his love for the princess was shameful and he certainly would not disobey the queen’s orders.  Therefore, he put some distance between the princess and him, forcing himself to stay away from her no matter what he saw, and if he was to spend time with the princess, then they couldn’t be alone for a long time just so nobody could be suspicious of them.

 

Come to think of it, it wasn’t that difficult for the knight for Commander Targaryen and himself had to work on identifying the traitors who attacked the princess. He would spend most of his time devising a plan that could help them deal with the threat. It was understood that the princess would remain hidden in the castle so the news of her survival would not reach the ears of the traitors. It was understood that they would need to be apart from one another for a while, taking the risk to be separated forever, should the knight die during his mission. It was understood that Bäahal had no say in the matter and she submitted to the decision Jon took for her.

 

“I’m going to open the door. How nice of you, Lord Tyrion, to pay me a visit.” -She said as she opened the door. -

 

Her hair was disheveled, her face looked worn out as if she had not slept for days. She was still beautiful, her beauty wasn’t tarnished by her tiredness, but she was sad, defeated even and he couldn’t miss the red streaks on her eyes, a sign that she had been crying for a while now. Tyrion was carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. He narrowed his gaze as he observed the silver-haired princess and put the bottle of wine on the table.

 

“I just wanted to see you. It’d been a while since our last conversation.” -He started with before he fixed them two glasses of wine- “I wanted to see how you were coping with the order Commander Targaryen gave you.”

 

“You mean…. How I take the fact to be separated from your brother?” -She asked, lifting a brow as she grabbed the glass of wine and took it to her lips –

 

“That, precisely.” -Tyrion took a sip and put his glass up for an imaginary toast.-

 

“Ah… I guess you already know the answer. How would you feel if you were told that you couldn’t follow the love of your life to the battlefield? Mind you, this isn’t a battlefield he’s going to but…”

 

“But it’s all the same. He’s walking into a trap. We are all aware of that. There’s a chance he doesn’t come back.” -Tyrion’s voice was stern as he took another sip of his drink. –

 

“But it’s all the same….” -She repeated, drinking some more wine. - “I understand the order and I agree with the plan Commander Targaryen gave me. However, for the love of the seven gods, I can’t bring myself to accept that this might be the last time I can see Jaime alive.”

 “I understand.” -The Hand raised his glass to her words, his face somber, his voice calm and quiet-

 

Tyrion stopped talking. He took a sip of his wine. He had debated whether he should be saying anything to his brother. From the moment he heard they were alive, to the moment he finally got to speak to him, the Hand of Queen Daenerys Targaryen went through a lot of emotions. He was certain that Jaime had died after the death of Cersei. How could his brother survive in a world without the love of his life? How could he find the necessary will to live with Cersei gone? He was certain to hear about Jaime’s funeral, once his remains would be found and yet when Kyra announced that her brother was alive and well and told him of the princess looking out for Jaime and finding him at Highgarden, his heart was filled with Hope and Warmth. He was euphoric, to say the very least, about his brother’s survival. He was overjoyed when he heard that Jaime was reinstated as a knight and was leading the Lannister’s army for their sister Kyra. Jaime was what he always had been, a knight, a warrior, a fighter. And the return of such spark came thanks to the very woman before him.

 

Yet, Joy was replaced with worries as soon as he realized that she was in love with his brother, and it was reciprocated. When Cersei was alive, he warned Bäahal about the heartbreak she would suffer from it. He warned her about loving Jaime because his brother would use her if he saw fit and would break her heart because his heart belonged to Cersei and her only. So, when Jaime confirmed that he was in love with the princess, that proved to be a slap in the face of the Hand. What was going on? Those feelings were genuine, and the way Jaime loved Bäahal was purer and far more positive than the way he was in love with Cersei. But Jaime had barely escaped death and loving Bäahal was akin to a death sentence. Tyrion did try to break the pair up. He tried to reason with his brother, ask him to ignore those emotions, and fall in love with someone else. He tried to talk Bäahal out of loving his brother but their answers were worst than he could have imagined. Bäahal was ready to love Jaime, even if that meant she couldn’t be with him in the end. She was willing to spend her life alone, to ensure that he survived.  Jaime agreed to do the same. They wouldn’t go against the queen’s desire, but they wouldn’t be happy either, and that…. That bothered the Hand.

 

“Do you, lord Tyrion?" -She stopped talking just so her purple hues could stare at the Hand. Bäahal didn't wait long before she resumed talking. " We really only had such a short time together. From the moment he realized I was genuinely in love with him to the moment I came here… Nothing but a week at sea. Nothing but a week at sea.” She emptied her glass of wine and put the glass on the table. She wrapped her arms around her chest and gently stroked them to self-soothe.

 

“I understand, trust me, Princess. I understand the pain that comes with loving someone and losing that person shortly after. We just had a taste, a single taste, and just when we were ready to have more of it, it escapes us." -He paused and took another sip of his drink.- " I was happy too, once. I was happy with Shae who loved me and made me feel like a man. She made me feel like nobody ever will and I lost her. I killed her.” He whispered, fixing them another glass of wine. “ And I have to live with her betrayal and her death by my hands, every single day. So, I know, princess… I know what’s at stake here. I also know how you feel,  Jaime but he is my brother and I love him. “

 

“I love him too… I’m sorry Lord Tyrion for being aggressive. It’s just driving me crazy. We can’t see each other, we cant spend the night together.…. I can’t even fathom the idea of him not coming back.” -Her voice broke at her words and she took a deep breath. She would have cried if she could, but she had cried all of her tears already. So it just burned, as if someone was rubbing salt on them.-

 

“You don’t have to apologize.” -Tyrion shook his head. She shook harder-

 

“I /do/. I’m acting as if what’s happening to me is the worst thing to be. Yet, Dany had to smother her first husband. She had to lose her child too. /You: had to kill the love of your life. You suffered and you understand what I’m going through and yet /I/ am aggressive.” -She chewed at her bottom lip, feeling anguish overwhelm her heart-

 

“You are afraid that’s all.” -He interrupted her as she turned to face him, her face torn apart with grief and sorrow- “You are afraid of losing Jaime. I heard you very well. I know you are prepared to love him from a distance if your sister doesn’t come around.”

 

“You must think I am stupid…” -She said, walking back to the table and grabbing her glass of wine.-

 

“Not stupid… Genuine. Powerful. Inspiring. You truly love Jaime and he is lucky to have someone like you at his corner. You saved him. You brought my brother back and you… you’re still willing to go above and beyond for him, even now.” He said, raising his glass and taking another sip. "This is beautiful, princess, and very precious." 

"Thank you. Do you think you could arrange for us to meet one last time? I need to say goodbye to him before he leaves."

"Before he leaves. I will ensure my brother stops by your private quarters for proper goodbyes. it wouldn't be more than 5 minutes, however."

"5 minutes would do....5 minutes rather than nothing." -She said, giving him a half-smile.- "I didn't expect you'd come to visit me, Lord Tyrion. Truly, this has been... new."

"We buried the hatchet, princess. You are a friend now. It would be dishonest if I told you that I was worried about you before. I was worried about your sister. I wanted her to have as few worries as possible, therefore you needed to be alright. I checked on you with this motivation at the back of my head. Things changed!" -He grabbed his glass and raised it. "/I/ changed. I started to realize that you had more strength than I anticipated and you were perhaps, the better person between us." -He smiled and took a sip.- "You taught me that there could still be hope in this world. You humbled me, princess. your devotion, loyalty, and caring heart truly inspired me."

"You mean, you warmed up to me?" -She teased him before she took another sip of wine- "I guess this is a good thing." -A faint smile crept on her lips and she raised her glass as well before she took a deep breath and looked at her windows. "But did you come tonight to comfort me, or to find a companion to share your anguish?"

"Maybe both, princess. " Tyrion leaned into his chair and lowered his head. he had made up his mind about Jaime's venture into the depths of treachery. His brother had always navigated in troubled waters and always made it alive. this time could be the last but he chose to believe he would succeed as he always did. "Maybe, for once, I just wanted to truly bring you comfort for your own sake."

"Maybe..." -She sighed and moistened her lips. "Do you have any regrets, Lord Tyrion? if you were to look back at your life, what did you wish to do differently?"

"This, my dear, is a tricky question. I guess I regret not having the fortitude I have today. But I had to crawl before I learned how to walk and I wouldn't change a thing. I simply wish that I could not believe half of what was said to me." -His tone was bitter-

It was filled with anguish as he remembered when he believed he was his mother's murderer. Deep down, despite his bravado and self-assured demeanor, Tyrion wished some of the cuts were not deep. he wished he could let them speak and spit at him without taking it personally. they were so tall, seemed like giants while in fact, they were even smaller than Tyrion ever was. that was a lesson he had to learn the hard way. 

"Ah...That's fair. I guess my regret would seem very weak compared to yours. I had a tough life, Lord Tyrion, I had seen and experienced the worst mankind could offer. Yet life keeps on giving and Beauty can be found when you look a little harder." -She smiled faintly- "I regret...that it took me so long to speak truly about my feelings for Lord Jaime. I...can't change what happened, and I appreciate and savor every second with him... but still. If he dies tomorrow, we would only have had but a week at sea...." -She emptied her glass and rubbed her temple. 

"It's not weak to wish for more time with the person you love. it's not weak. you're not weak, princess."

"Let's toast to it then. let's toast to Strength. You inspired me to keep moving forward. you, my sister's hand. you, the Lannister who was unloved. You..the wisdom made flesh and bones. you suffered your lot in life but you're still here. I'm drinking to that. to your strength."

"To our strength!"

And they raised their glasses and drank. Tyrion chose to move the topic of the conversation towards easier topics just so he could watch her laugh and giggle as alcohol had turned her brain inside out. He came to see her laugh tonight, for he couldn't bear to watch her cry or hold back her tears because she was upset. he wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile and after a while, she ended up falling asleep on her bed, prompting the man to pull her duvet over her body and leave her bedroom so she could rest. it was a night well spent, but what now? 

 

 

GoT (regular): Stuck

GoT : (regular) Stuck

 

A/N: I love them so much. A little update since Bäahal and Jon had an important conversation.

 

Xxxxxx

 

Tyrion noticed the princess who was walking in the inner garden of the Red Keep. There was something different about her, and given his position as the hand of the queen, the Lannister knew that it had something to do with Commander Targaryen who talked to her. Bäahal and Jon were close, from the moment they met Tyrion had known they shared something special. A bond that lasted time. She trusted him from the start. She saw the truth in his eyes and her support influenced the queen into accepting Jon’s presence around her and giving him a hand at fighting the white walkers.  Jon respected the princess. He cared deeply for her and wanted to protect her innocence, rare in such a jaded world. Tyrion remembered just how anxious both Daenerys and Jon were when news about the siege reached out to the Red Keep. If Dany was hard to reason with and keep at Kings Landing, Jon kept a cold head but remained agitated. They lived through the reports of Varys and Tyrion, with Daenerys more and more relieved to hear that her sister was alive and well and Jon already focused on finding those responsible for this mess.

 

Jon had always been practical. He knew that the queen couldn’t simply ride her dragon to the siege and kill everyone there, no matter how much she wanted it. They both knew that Daenerys wouldn’t be accepted right away by everyone and there would have some resistance. They knew that any person close to the queen would become a liability and their lives would be in constant danger. He told Bäahal when she decided to become the ambassador of Daenerys and left for a diplomatic journey across the seven kingdoms, He knew that at some point, someone would try to kill her. She ventured alone, with just two guards, in some pretty hostile places and while he couldn’t deny her accomplishments and the gracious welcome she received, he also couldn’t expect everyone to think alike. It concerned Jon, that there had been a betrayal among the guards they gave Bäahal. So he went to talk to Tyrion and the rest of the war council about screening the guards and fish out the potential or alleged traitors.

 

Bäahal seemed upset, yet better. The Lannister couldn’t quite understand what could put her in such a mood but it was a welcomed change from her overwhelming sadness. She seemed relieved, something he had not seen ever since she returned home. As he walked closer to her, his own curiosity picking up as theories ran through his brain, Tyrion was stunned by her beauty. She really stood out in the garden, being the most exotic flower of them all. Her dress was extremely simple, a black one that exposed her arms, and a gorgeous cleavage. Her hair was freely cascading onto her back with a few braids knotted together in a high ponytail so her face would not be bothered with rebellious locks. Her silver hair against her ebony skin was quite something. Nobody alive could be able to resist her, Tyrion thought to himself. Nobody stood a chance against her beautiful features, especially when she was smiling, which shed id upon noticing Tyrion walking towards her. He nodded at her and stopped a few steps away from her frame.

 

« Good morning, princess. »

 

« Good morning, Tyrion. I wasn’t expecting to see you here, especially not this early. » She said, her hands  holding each other in front of her.

 

« I was looking for you actually. We didn’t have many opportunities to have a conversation. Mind if I join you ? » -She shook her head and turned around so she could resume walking. Tyrion followed her and gave the princess a smile. « You seem to be doing better. »

 

« I actually had a conversation with Jon the other night. We discussed a few things, mostly the siege and the suspicion I have towards the House of Redwyne. We discussed strategy and he told me I wouldn’t be able to leave the castle until they caught whoever did it. »

 

« Which isn’t really good news for you, I presume ? » -He noticed the princess winced and swallowed a groan. He knew she wasn’t very happy with the decision to stay behind, since she didn’t want to be far away from Jaime. « This means you wouldn’t be able to stay with Jaime as you wanted. » -he simply stated. She winced again.-

 

« I have to obey my commander’s orders. It wasn’t pleasant to hear though because I don’t want to be far away from Jaime. » She sighed and tucked some hair behind her ear. « But this has to be done this way. Jon’s right, the enemies not knowing I survived is a massive advantage that can’t be ruined because of pesky feelings. » She said with a tight smile. « I just fear that if we are separated, we wouldn’t be able to see each other again. Things are really scary for me. Dany doesn’t approve of this relationship, yet, I hope. Jon …. »

 

« What about Jon?  The queen needs time. She needs to see that this love is genuine and truly making you happy. She needs to see that she can trust him with her heart. It’ll take time. There would be bumps along the way, but I’m here and I’ll advocate for you as much as I can. »

 

« You don’t have to, although I am eternally grateful for your understanding and support. /I/ have to convince her and /I/  have to protect your family too. I’ll do my best. » -She tweaked the dress with her fingers in an attempt to hide her stress. It was cute to see, so different from the cold and rough exterior she had a few years ago. Bäahal warmed up to the people around her and even started to consider a life for herself. A life where she could be happy and be with the man she loved.-

 

« I know you will. So… Jon. What about him? Did you tell him ? » -She nodded faintly before she turned her head to face Tyrion and chewed at her bottom lip.- « What did he say? »

 

« It was… a bit of a shock for him. He had not anticipated that I could ever fall in love with the enemy. It really was strange for him, to say the very least, but he was respectful of what I was telling him. he had experienced in the matter since he fell in love with Ygritte. So he couldn’t understand how this happened. » She chewed at her bottom lip. « I was so embarrassed to confess, but he told me that it was obvious to him from the way I was talking. And blushing. And... » She paused and chuckled. « I have lost my edge. I used to be able to fake my émotions, hide the pain deep inside and pretend I was happy. I softened with you. It’s just so funny. I can’t fake anything anymore unless it’s a life-and-death situation. » She smiled and looked at the massive flower wall to her right.

 

« I think you’re just more and more in touch with yourself. It’s… good. However, I am pleased to hear that Jon actually respected your truth. I am surprised even. »

 

« Jaime hurt Jon. Your family hurt the Starks so much that it’s very difficult to imagine that things would go smoothly between the two families. It’s difficult to see your sister fall in love with the man who pushed your little brother off of a tower. I put him in a very difficult position, I’m aware of that. » She sighed and started to smell some flowers. « But he respected me regardless. He understood that I was deeply in love with Jaime and the whole situation was making me suffer. He wants me happy. He wants me protected and safe and he wants me… » She choked on her words and cleared her throat. « He cares for me, deeply so. He cares enough to consider talking to Jaime about their plan and take into consideration his experience on the battlefield and the politics of Westeros. I feel…lighter. Yes, lighter since I confessed to Jon. »

 

Tyrion was happy she felt relieved and found support in Jon. He was glad that she didn’t feel the need to hide her true émotions to everyone and wasn’t deterred from talking openly about her relationship with his brother after Daenerys’ initial rejection. Bäahal really seemed to be happier and was processing nicely the news of her forced lockdown at the Red Keep. Yes, she was exhausted and he supposed that it was mostly nervous fatigue that had started from the moment she was betrayed by her guards. In the long months that followed her recovery, Tyrion wasn’t sure that her mind was properly addressed and she took the opportunity to express herself. He wasn’t sure she took the time to think about the chain of events, reconsider everything with a little better hindsight. Perhaps everything was catching up to her by now and perhaps he could do something about it. At least, he would be talking to the princess and would try to see how best he could help her. Wasn’t it the reason that had him find her in the first place?

 

« I am glad you think so. I understand that you might have your concerns regarding Jaime and the fact you two would be apart for some time. I just want you to trust Jon and his judgment. He always knew how to lead his men and what to do to save the whole world. I am sure he would protect my brother to the best of his abilities, especially since he is now aware of your feelings for him. » -He said, offering his hand so she could hold it. Bäahal smiled at Tyrion and held his hand.-

 

« I hope so. It’s all I can do for now and pray the gods, old and new sot hey could spare my beloved. I now have a newfound strength and a different point of view about the whole situation. I am hopeful that it would have a good outcome and that when the time is right, I’ll talk about the whole situation to my sister, once again. Now, Jaime just has to prove himself to the House of Targaryens and, I hope, he would finally be seen as family. » -It was a wishful thought, but one that made Tyrion smile at the princess. She was still genuine, still naive in her consideration for the world despite it proving times and times again that you couldn’t trust anything and anyone on the planet. Yet, Bäahal still believed in something better. In a future for herself. In happiness and that motivated Tyrion to keep fighting for her. She deserved it. His brother too.

 

« I can only hope so too. »

 

It was all he could say.

 

It was all he could pray for.

 

-TBC-

GoT (regular): Johanna

 GoT (regular): Johanna

A/N: A little moment between Bäahal and herself.

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The silver princess  stared at her reflection on the vanity.  She brushed her hair, going slowly as she was looking at her reflection. Going outside and attending more of the family dinners together was actually having a good impact on her. She was very apprehensive about how these things would unfold but was relieved to see that not only did Jon and Tyrion helped lighten the mood and redirect the focus on other matters, but that her sister was also doing her best to make Bäahal comfortable. She had realized that the first serious conversation since her return had caused so much pain between the two of them that it became difficult to stay at the same place for a long while. Dany avoided her, and the few times they crossed paths, they exchanged the minimum of words possible. Daenerys had to do some soul searching before she decided what to do next. It just felt good to have her family around her and set her worries aside. 

Bäahal sighed and put the brush on the table. Her eyes warmed up as a memory of her time at Casterly Roc. She remembered the old maid who was assigned to her protection and care. Maid Johanna was a force of nature, a woman who was very observant and knew each and any of Tywin's children. She embraced the princess as soon as she was given to her. Her warm hands brought comfort to the silver haired princess, her wise words comforted her broken heart. Johanna restored the princess back to health. Through her care, the princess was able to find her appetite back and slowly started to trust others than Jaime and Lady Kyra.  The princess gently ran her hand over her soft cheek and  pressed a soft kiss to the wrist.  

Johanna was the one who induced hope in the princess' heart. She was the one who helped her realize that Jaime was not indifferent to her and that perhaps her feelings were requited as well. She told her stories about the young Golden Lion, about how he used to be, how he still was. Jaime had not changed that much over time. He was still a man of honour, a family man who would give everything he had to protect and serve his family. He came back to Lady Kyra with a desire to start anew. he finally accepted his feelings for the princess -although his first impulse was to drive her away from him out of love for her-.  Johanna noticed the concern in the face of her beautiful blonde boy. She could see the love he had for Bäahal, that bound him to her even more than duty ever did. He lwas in love with her, almost lost her and was now trying to protect her. 

Johanna knew.. and she tried to tell it to the younger woman. it worked somehow, enough for the princess to find the strength to stop hiding her feelings for the knight. She couldn't anyway, even if she wanted. The slave she used to be was no more and since she became free, Bäahal was more than honest. She wore her heart on her sleeve, literally spoke her mind, trusted people because they weren't the slavemasters and she was able to see in their eyes the truth.  She was able to see in Jaime the truth about him and this from the moment they first met.  Johanna was wise, Johanna realized that the princess was desperately in love with the Golden Lion and she wanted the best for him. 

Could it be that she connected two souls together? Could it be that her love for her "children" and affection for the princess helped her realize that she couldn't be away from the Knight for too long? At Casterly Rock upon recovering from the siege and her near-death experience, the Targaryen princess realized that she couldn't be happy with staying at the castle. She couldn't be happy if she had to give up on her love for the knight. She needed him to know she loved him and would always care for him, even if that was from a distance. a conversation happened there, a long and tearful conversation that left the two of them forever changed and aware of each other's true feelings. 

And along with it came the burden of such decision.  As the princess had stopped brushing her hair to look at her reflection, she put both hands on her cheeks and gently pressed them, as if she wanted to massage them. instead she sighed and a few tears she rolled down  her cheeks. the last couple weeks had been so intense that she couldn't have a decent sleep. instead she stayed awake for a long time, cried her eyes out and even had few moments of doubts. She found strength in the words Johanna gave her and in the comfort of her room, the silver princess was remembering this woman.  Her fingers wiped out the tears that rolled down her cheeks and smiled through them. This little memory reminded her of the fact Light always found a way, even in the darkest times. 

-TBC-