Modern Got: Viserys x Kyra: For her

 Kyreris: for her

 

The Dragon King felt his chest burning with the fury of a thousand suns. He could feel his blood boil at the thought that Kyra had suffered while growing up. He felt a pang in his heart when he looked into her emerald eyes because he recognized the pain she still wasn’t able to express. She was hurt, he knew it. She had scars, just as he did but hers were hidden. Viserys wore his scars on the outside but was still in denial until he met Kyra. He refused to acknowledge that he was in pain or that he needed help. Kyra was holding back. She was raised to be like this. To hold back any inconvenience to her father. It took a moment of pure vulnerability to have Kyra finally be honest -to some extent- about her family dynamic. Viserys was furious, furious to hear that the woman he fell in love with was raised by a cold bastard. Tywin Lannister earned his reputation. He earned the scorn he got from the rest of the world and he earned the hatred Aerys II, the former Dragon King, and Viserys father, had for him. Today, Tywin earned one more enemy in Viserys but for reasons that were unheard of. He earned the hatred of the Dragon King because of the way he treated Kyra and the pain it caused her.

 

Viserys felt his heartache as if it had been stabbed by a thousand knives. He could imagine the frightened look on Kyra’s face whenever her father would enter the room. He could imagine the knot in her guts whenever she had to face her sister and the growing desire to set herself free from this situation. He tried to compare what Kyra had been through with the closest thing he knew, which was Bäahal’s cold welcome by the family when she first arrived. He replaced his sister with Kyra and saw her cry, suck her émotions up, hides so she could wail her pain. Kyra could count on her brothers over time, but she was still alone and she was still guarded. She was still hiding her pain and nobody was there to comfort her. He cradled the blonde woman in his arms, kept her close to his composed heartbeat. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to see her smile. He needed her to be happy and this desire made him stronger, determined. This was a motivation for the silver fox to stay clean, to keep a clear mind, and to become the best version of himself, a version she could be proud of, a version she could trust and rely on. He wanted to give her the world, and he would, for her, because he loved her. Madly so.  

Letters to Kyra :

Dearest friend,

I have found a moment to write this letter to you. I have tried to find my words, but they failed me, I guess I wasn't ready to speak with you until now. Oh, my dear friend. I have arrived at King's Landing. I followed your advice and went to speak with your brother about our pending issue. It didn't go as smoothly as I wished for he'd always warned me about the dangers of following my heart in that peculiar matter. I remember how hard he'd frown upon me when he first suspected something. I remember his disapproval from the very start and how hard he tried to fight me on the matter. I was in denial, so I rejected his allegations, stated that he was probably reading too much into it. But he was right, he saw things clearly when I was still in a fog. He feared that my sister would become angry if she ever knew the truth, but after a glass of wine, realized that it was better to inform her, ask for her permission and try and convince her should she be angry. So... we devised a plan, a way for me to break her the news.

I have talked to her, and as expected, she didn't take it very well at the very beginning. She didn't even let me explain, all I saw when I looked into her eyes was disappointment and anger. She has a lot of resentment and a devouring need for revenge, so I knew the very first time would not go smoothly. She didn't say anything, except for a « How could you ? » before she left the room. I understand her, I understand why she'd feel betrayed by me. I spoke to her and told her that your family wasn't involved in any way, that it was just me and my feelings and she should only direct her anger at me for the time being. I guess I stalled for a couple days, she didn't seem to want to come after you. At least, I managed this. Lord Tyrion told me that I should give her a few days before bringing the topic back again. I will do as he advised, I will give Daenerys some time to get herself together and get herself ready to listen to me. I still intend to plead my case, show her how important it is for me, and how grateful I would be to have her blessings on the matter. My heart broke, yet is filled with renewed fire. I feel as if I was gambling my life and my future as I write to you and I will do everything in my power to achieve my goal. I will do everything to have her listen to me and see how much there is at stakes, for me. After all, she's holding my future in her hands, my happiness, my reason to be...

I made you a promise, and I will keep it. Nothing would happen to your family, nothing would ever happen to him. I will protect him, even from me... just as I expect you will protect him from me, should it come to it. I'm in troubled waters and I'm waiting on a way out but until then, I have been thinking of you. Since we left your shores, how have you been dealing with our absence? I know your brother was instrumental in getting the due respect your lords should give you. I know that without him, you'd have to struggle a little harder. Is it exhausting? Are you holding up? I have faith in your ability to rule. I just hope you are safe.

Please, rest assured of my eternal friendship,

Bäahal Targaryen.

GOT kyra and Baahal

 Just musing around. I had you in mind lately. just Baahal's thoughts in general.

Bäahal believed in Fate. No matter how hard she tried to break away from it, the princess always ended up relying on it to explain her very life. There was a reason she was born from such a heinous crime, there was a reason she had to endure all those miserable years and vileness forced upon her... there was a reason she was found by her sister and was now transforming the horrible legacy left by her ancestors. There was a reason she met the Lion Cub.

She became very fond of Lady Kyra, very fast. She thought that, while their lives were radically different, they still were kindred spirits. Perhaps, it had to do with the tragedy their lives were. perhaps, it had to do with the powerful energy that motivated them and forced these women to move forward, to something better. Perhaps, as Lord Jaime said, it was all bullshit. She couldn't know. The day they parted ways, after her sister utter victory on the false queen, Bäahal felt a strange pinch in her heart. She was going to miss the blonde Lioness, but laced with regret was pride. In such a short time, Lady Kyra revealed herself.

She was transformed, one could argue. How could she not? especially when the fate of the House was left in her hands. She was the leader of House Lannister, a name tarnished by the foolish successive reigns of unfit rulers. A family resented for the many crimes they were responsible for. A family that was shattered to the point that there was almost nothing left but ruins and rubbles. Many would have given up but not Lady Kyra. She was determined and hopeful and maybe that moved Bäahal so much.

She knew there was more to come, but still, saying goodbye was ripping her heart off of her chest. Bäahal hated goodbyes after all.