I lost you -modern verse-

 

I lost you, in a moment of euphoria and joy, I ended up losing you.

You were an oasis to me, someplace I would rather be than my home.

You were a promise to me, a promise to a better future, and a better life.

How could you? I can't even fathom the idea of you never being honest with me.

I have good eyes, maybe the best in the whole world because I can see through smoke

I can see when someone lies to me and you never did, not until you decided to leave.

Yet, I decided that my eyes might not have been good and I was too young to realize.

My sister convinced me that you weren't good from the start and I blindly believed it.

A prince of Dornes, one of the less trustworthy partners to have, and I believed her.

How could I not when you suddenly decided to leave me behind?

How could I not when years later when I finally reach out, you shut me down?

« I don't need you » you said « I never loved you. » You said. « Leave me alone. »

Those words felt like knives dived deep into my heart. I couldn't breathe.

We met when I was 18, got engaged when I was 22 and you disappeared!

After we've been talking about a house, a business, and a baby, you vanished.

Only to spite in my face when my chest was open and my heart bleeding.

You didn't want me, you never did. And you left me to nurse my wounds on my own.

Oh you taught me something, yes, you taught me well! People are assholes.

Never trust a man until he showed you his true colors, never fall in love again.

I learned my lesson, for years I kept it to myself, focused my mind on myself.

I was convinced I would be abandoned again. After all, they all left, they always did.

But all changed when I met my Golden Lion. All of my walls and false ideas died

suddenly I saw the light.

Suddenly I was reborn.

And today I will never let you hurt me again, no matter how hard you try.

I've grown-up, I'm mature, and I have found something you never gave me, ever :

TRUTH

GoT : moderne : second chances -Viserys x Kyra-

GoT : moderne : second chances

There was a moment in one's life when they are presented with a choice. Either continue with their bullshit or change. Viserys wake-up call was at Dornes. His possessivity and violence took a turn to the worst when he allowed himself to stab a man who was getting too close to his princess. It was a split-second decision and yet, he managed to take the worst of them. The reaction of the beautiful blonde was enough to draw him back to a corner. He realized that he went too far and that he was perhaps the monster as his father and siblings called him when he crossed the line. He could still remember, as he showered in Kyra's bathroom, of all the bad he'd just done. The blood that he smeared on the walls of her bedroom, on the doorknob as he tried to enter her room. He remembered the blood he smeared on his perfect pale face and that he had troubles washing off of his skin. He remembered her face. The face of terror and fear. She was afraid of him, of what he was, and what could potentially happen to her.

This was too much for him to handle. The heartache seemed impossible to wipe out or drown with the soft ways he had at his disposal. Party planning wasn't fun anymore, he didn't care for hard drugs. The occasional blunt help him suffer less and wine had always been a trusty companion but it wasn't enough to make her go away. It wasn't enough to make the memories of their first time on that plane go away. The tenderness with which she was holding him, the kisses, the fingers scratching his back, marking him with her claws. He couldn't forget the way she moaned his name, asked for more, and played with him until he was on his metaphorical knees for her. They bonded like he never bonded before and in one gesture, the dragon prince ruined everything. But he wanted to remain sober, he needed to remember everything she made him feel. So began a long fight with himself, without the support of his family given the horrors he made them live. How could Dany respect and support the man who kept abusing her when they were kids? How could she respect the drug addict he became? Bäahal was terrified of him, and for good reasons since he beat her up, so badly that she still had the scar made by the metallic tip of his boots. He kicked her so hard, she had a lung collapse and nearly died that day. That was when Rhaegal took him apart and scolded him. Calling him a disappointment.

He tried to remain sober and succeeded, despite the friends trying to bring him back into this type of life. Angel, his best friend, and musician of his band was always creating situations where Vis would usually just give in to the appeal of whatever drug that was presented, but he rejected each and every one of these, claiming to want to remain sober. Much to Angel's dismay. But this sobriety helped him. It helped him write a new EP that sold well and he performed at night at private parties. That helped him realized that he fell in love with Kyra and needed a second chance and getting his shit together. That helped him be vulnerable in front of her, admitting to his faults and to his triggers. His father's betrayal, his mother's poisonous words he grew up with, the violent fits because he was the second son, the less than perfect son, and the guilt of surviving Rhaegal. Seeing Bäahal still trying to save him and bond with him was the straw that broke the camel's back. He wasn't worthy of her affection, let alone her desire to save her family. He wasn't worthy yet. He still had to make amends to her, but one thing at a time. Right now, he had a second chance and he took it.

Who would have thought? That, in a span of a couple months, someone he just met randomly, with the desire to annoy her like he so casually bantered and bickered with her older sister would become so important to him? She saw past the smoke, past the addictions, and saw the good in him that even he hadn't seen in years. She put him back on track, accepting, however, that he was an asshole still and accepting that he might have a hard time staying sober. She still accepted this. All she requested was that they communicated, that they trusted each other, that they were only for one another. He dropped his head in the shower, letting it wash his neck while he gently hit his palm against the tiled wall. He could do it, and if he managed to make her happy, then he will be happy because nothing mattered more to him than her smile and her happiness. He prayed to the seven gods old and new that they would help him.

-TBC-

Game of thrones - Modern: Heart Therapy

// Just wanted to illustrate her current happy self. :) 

Jaime woke up early, to a Bäahal who was still asleep on his bed. He was careful enough not to wake her up when he stood up and walked towards the bathroom. He scratched his beard, grabbed his toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. He was the most sought out billionaire of all of Westeros. Jaime Lannister, the Golden Lion, the elder son of Tywin Lannister. Jaime made a name for himself in this country and built a solid reputation for himself. He was courted by thousands, desired by much more and he did enjoy his life. He was hungry for more, ready to bite at Life with the ferocity of a Lion and until now, he had always managed to do so. The hottest bachelor of Westeros, the man without fear, he had had nicknames given by the press that preceded him wherever he went. -That was part of the game after all, right?- He had many names, was given plenty relationships he never had, was rumoured to be fucking with his twin sister because they were twins and hot twins at that. people labelled him, they assumed many things about him but they didn't know him. They didn't know /her/.

Jaime remembered when he met the silver heiress. They met at /his/ bar, one night he decided to entertain himself. He hadn't planned to go and dance that night, the vibrant energy in his club was enough for him to be satisfied. he would go down there, drink a few drinks and perhaps, maybe, meet somebody to have fun with but he wasn't counting on it. That night, he was perfectly fine just staying around, drinking his stress away. And then she came. Oh, what a sight to behold! he had tried to tear his gaze away from her but  failed to do so and when she came to him, something just clicked. Bäahal was unique in this world, a girl that you couldn't see twice even if you spent your entire life searching for her.  He knew her reputation through the magazines, how they both exposed the truth about her lineage and lied about her personality. Bäahal had been called many things, underserving, power -hungry liar, the child who wanted to mooch the wealth of her father from her "poor" siblings. 

She had been seen as a mistake from the get-go, a criminal, an unreliable friend. She'd also be seen as a victim, as someone whose entire life would be to suffer at the hands of her cold older sister and her violent brother. Some said she was a sacrificial lamb just so the family could remain extremely powerful and rich. Some tabloids loved it, when Bäahal stuck for herself, because that was what she had to do for the sharks out there. She was made infamous for her filthy mouth and the way she could make or break someone just with her words and this was, to some extent true. Jaime witnessed it at the bar, how crass and blunt Bäahal could be but he never saw her try to be mean to people. she just wanted a place to be herself, dance her worries away. 

Papers would always tell a lot of things, sometimes they would be right, other times they would straight up lie. Jaime knew it so he never let magazines made his opinion about someone. They would never know the candor and kindness of his firecracker. They would never know her desperate need for connection and her desire to care for those she loved. they would never understand why she was trying so hard to save her family and help them connect with each other. They would never understand how stubborn this young woman could be, especially when she wanted something, nor how passionate she was. He knew it. he saw it all. He saw her passion when they were making love, he saw her warmth and joy when they were together. He saw her curiosity about the world and how quickly she let the masks slip when in front of him. She could care less about the family feud and didn't care about his last name. 

Papers would always try to paint the truth, the colour they wanted. They would never know who this young woman was and never will but Jaime was okay with it. he didn't need them to know her the way he did. he didn't need them to see the truth like he did. it was best she was protected from them and it was best she only became true to the very few who could earn her trust. Bäahal was a good person, and he probably was a little bit selfish since he didn't want to share her with the world. Jaime could live with that, he could very much do.

GoT modern

The silver head went to the large window of the living room. It was heavily raining outside and the dark clouds were covering the sky with their gloomy presence. Drogon and Rhaegar were playing together, happily barking at one another and running around the youngest heiress of the family. She was wearing a large sweater, an exaggerated man-sized grey wool sweater.  Her violet amethysts were staring at the window, at the garden before her drenched with the rain and she crsoeed her arms above her chest. She sighed deeply and rubbed her arms together. she tilted her head to the side, allowing her massive silver mane to fall onto her back and shoulder and sighed heavily. 

Her eyes were wet from the unshed tears and puffy and red already and that had her sigh and relax her shoulders, ignoring the dogs that were still playing around her and pushing her legs. They had became a little more energetic since their brother's death, always making sure the other was around, and always making sure they could play together. Maybe it was their way to deal with grief? with joy and fun. The idea seemed lovely and Bäahal decided to keep make it real. Maybe that was what her family could have done when they lost Rhaegar, come together through joy and laughter. His death unfortunately tore this family apart, with everyone pointing fingers at everyone. 

Aerys was stricken with grief, upon losing his older son. He had placed so much hope on Rhaegar and wished for him to become the true successor of his empire. Rhaegar was a beloved son, a famous bachelor and a genuinely good soul. He accepted Bäahal, comforted her, taught her some dance moves and athletic figures. He had listened to her cry on his shoulders for several nights. he had patched her wounds, kept her safe at school from people who picked on her. She never felt alone when he was alive and since his death there was nothing but a hole in her heart. Viserys became even more withdrawn and violent. Resented by his father for his violence, feared by his sisters for his angry outbursts, smothered by his mother...He spiraled when Rhaegar died and refused to join his siblings in their grief. 

Daenerys closed off. Her father made her the successor of the empire and burdened her shoulders. Her mother poisoned her ears with her venom and she was left in between all of this, fearful of her surviving brother, wanting to bond with her little sister but stuck in a place she had not asked for. slowly but surely they picked her apart and forced her to become just like them. the best of the best, the worst of the worst with little to no room to explore herself unless  when she was with Khal Drogo.

None of them played with the other, they never got close to one another, never even shared a tender moment together. None of them cried for him together, instead they all withdrew in their quarters and let the walls of their rooms witness their tears. None of them took the time to mend the other hearts and filled them with love. it just disappeared.  it disappeared.  Bäahal swore on her father's grave that she would do anything in her power to bring this family together but wasn't sure of how to proceed. how to make it happen.  she owed it to them to fix things and make them realize how much they needed one another.  Both her siblings rejected her but she knew that deep down, both of them were just hurt. 

Yet, all she could think of, on rainy day like this one was the new friends she had made. It was Kyra and her kindness towards her that moved her and made her reconsider her ability to make friends and be worthy of it. She reminded her smile and the laughter they shared while talking at the gala. It was Jaime and the warmth of his arms around her frame, the heartbeats that calmed her at night. He knew how to love her body, how to care for her soul and he fed her starving heart with feelings she never knew she could feel again.  He made her forget about Elias, the one who got away. He made her forget about the pain of being left behind. he gave her hope and now that she was staring at the violent storm outside, all she wanted to do was to run into his arms. lay next to him and enjoy some hot coco while reading a book. 

Yes, it was true, she had fallen in love with him but decided to wait a little more just to be sure of her feelings.  The realization simply made her smile and she put her hand on the mirror, smiling at how surprising Life could be. 

modern JB: standing up to her

 

Modern! JB: Standing up to her

 

A/N: it’s technically not the first time she’s standing up to her, but it’s one of the hottest arguments she’s going to have.

 

Xxxx

 

“Open the door, Bäahal.” -The cold and commanding voice of the eldest Targaryen’s daughter echoed in the hallway-

 

Her voice made the silver head sit on her bed and tweak with the hem of her nightgown.  Since they returned from Highgarden, Daenerys had not seen or heard from her sister in more than 36 Hours. Bäahal had not returned her calls, nor did she answer her texts which roused suspicion from the matriarch of the family.  The youngest sibling looked at her hands, still shaking ever since she had returned home. She yelped when the banging on the door resumed and the upset voice of her older sister echoed through the door, once again.

 

“I won’t repeat myself, sister. If you do not open, there would be consequences.” – Her voice became threatening once again, prompting the young woman to answer her older sister-

 

“Again with the threats?” -Bäahal finally said, before she rolled her head and stood up, giving herself some strength. - “I heard you find the first time. Learn to be patient, Dany.” -She asked, while she stood up and walked towards the door.

 

“Finally! A reaction from you! Hurry up and open that /bloody door/!”

 

Bäahal executed her command, opening the door yet staring at her sister with a cold fury in her eyes. Daenerys grinned and walked into the room, her short stature might have been shorter than Bäahal’s but her aura crushed Bäahal who had to hold onto the doorknob to keep her balance. Daenerys was devastatingly charismatic, anyone who saw her would testify in that sense. She had to be lest she wanted her family to crumble. Bäahal knew of the pressure put on her shoulder ever since she was a child. Rhaegar was supposed to be the head of the table, the one who would decide for everyone and he would have been if he had not died a gruesome death. Viserys was a sociopath who was clearly dealing with his own issues. How could he lead this family when all he had in his veins was alcohol and drugs? He showed no interest in making decisions that could affect the rest of his family nor was he interested in their real estate and state of affairs. Bäahal could never.

 

She was a bastard child after all, the fruit of his passion with a commoner, an albino at that! Bäahal might have looked the most after their father, taking his good looks, his cunning spirit and his passionate soul, she was no more but the shame his family had to bear. It could only be Daenerys. Rhaella made sure to raise her daughter to become the Dragon Queen. She raised her to become a ruthless businesswoman who would inspire fear and awe in her wake. After she died, Aerys made sure to teach everything he knew until his last breath. So yes, to have this woman enter the room felt akin to having one’s throat held on by a professional wrestler. Bäahal closed her eyes and closed the door behind her.

 

“To what do I owe a nightly visit?” She asked, turned on her heels juts so she could face her sister.

 

At the sight of the angry silver head, Bäahal swallowed a lump and bit her inner cheek. Jaime had to convince her to return to her place, knowing that an unplanned long stay would rouse suspicion. She had to leave and that little momentum she got since her return gave her time to think of what actually happened when she was with him.

 

“Since you’ve asked so nicely, I will tell you.” Daenerys then put her hands on her waist and looked her sister up and down before she started to walk around in her bedroom. Her cold purple eyes looked through her belongings, from the dancing cups from the competitions Bäahal did as a child, to the tabloids papers that were scattered all over the place. She wasn’t what one would say very “neat” in her cleaning, which irritated her sister. “Where have you been in the last two days?”

 

“Why would I tell you?” -Defensive answer, charged with suspicion and thinly veiled anger-

 

“We’ve talked about this a hundred times already, Bäahal. With Viserys always ready to blow his last fuse, we have to know where each other is.”

 

“Cut your bullshit! Where do you think I would go, uh? To one of your socialite friends? The ones who would mouth every single shit I do every chance they get. I am /tired/ Dany. Tired of you trying to tell me what to do with myself!” She groaned and walked closer to her sister. “You’re always prying on me, always trying to see what I’m doing and who I am seeing! Don’t you have enough of spying me? Don’t you have better things to do?” -She raised her voice, but a cold glare had her retreat to the front door, taking several steps back. -

 

“Do you think /I/ enjoy this? Do you have any idea of how much time I am wasting because of Viserys and you?”

 

“Nobody asked you to do this! But you /are/ neurotic, so of course you’d have to do it! Why don’t you let me fucking live, uh?”

 

“Here you are again, acting like a child.” She said dismissively. The little anger she was starting to feel had to be snuffed out otherwise she would truly lash out at her sister and Dany didn’t want to. She had always been in control of everything, especially herself. The anguish, the sorrow, the pain caused by her father to both her family and her by first bringing Bäahal to their family and then dying was threatening to breakout. It took a lot of strength from the young woman to hold back her venom, but Bäahal was making it difficult to do so.

 

“Acting like a child?” -That was enough for Bäahal to roll her eyes and gather enough strength to leave the door and walk circle to the other side of the bed.

 

“Yes, a child. Your bedroom is such a mess, your outfits are such a mess, even /you/ are a mess. I always must clean up after you. You might not be psychotic like Viserys, but you certainly bring your own lot of issues with that mouth of yours, don’t you? I will start again, and you will answer.”

 

“No!”

 

“Where have you been in the past two days?”

 

“No!”

 

“Where...” -Dany walked again, skipping the present Jaime bought Bäahal for Christmas that was underneath a few clothes she threw there. “Have…” She kept talking while stopping by a photograph of both Bäahal’s mother and herself when she was a kid. “You.” She turned around and walked towards the bed. “Been?” She lifted a brow.

 

“This is humiliating….” Bäahal whispered, shaking from head to toe as her sister was dangerously closer to her. “I simply needed some time off. Get off my back!” She groaned and put her hands on her waist.

 

“You needed some time off? I suppose, getting drunk at a club, making a fool of yourself.” She repeated while her violet hues studied the room of her sister.

 

“You know what, why don’t you just spill the beans, /sister/? Why don’t you tell me why you’re so pressed about my whereabouts? I thought you were busy with signing that damn contract with Bronn!” -There. A snarky smirk crept upon her lips as she thought she took the upper hand-

 

“I signed the contract yesterday. Our dear friend Bronn came here to sign it and he was looking for you. I couldn’t find you anywhere and ended up making excuses for you. He gave me what he promised, but I know I missed an opportunity because you defected me.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The sudden anger the silver heiress felt overcame her fear of her sister. This was the reason she slapped Jaime, the words he used to describe what she did at Highgarden were awful, hurtful, and cut like a knife planted into her heart. Jaime was so angry, rightfully so. When Bronn called him and started to describe how much he wanted to fuck Bäahal and what he would do to her, Jaime was shocked, upset and angry to the point of a white silence. He couldn’t say anything because their relationship was secret, but he wasn’t happy.

 

Bäahal remembered how hot her cheeks were, how quickly her eyes filled with unshed tears and that slap. It was even worse after, when he finally told her that he wanted her to have a better life. He wished she could resist her sister, stand up to her and that resonated with Bäahal.  This was all coming back to her tonight, when her sister finally decided to stop by and lash out at her. Toxic behaviour. It couldn’t just slide like before. It could never keep sliding like that, at least not this.

 

“You wanted me to be around when Bronn came back?” Her voice was sharp, her eyes fiery. “You wanted to sell me like you did at Higharden???!!!”

 

“I didn’t sell you.”

 

“But you did! You fucking did! And I tagged along with you!”

 

“That’s not what happened! You’re being ridiculous!” -Yet her voice faltered, for the first time there was a crack in her voice. Her constant denial was quickly ripping through Bäahal’s patience.-

 

 “You’re doing it again! Trying to manipulate me into thinking that you’re not some kind of asshole! I didn’t see what you were making me do, because I wanted to please you. I’ve /always/ wanted to please you! I’ve /always/ wanted to make you happy. “

 

“I don’t CARE!” Daenerys yelled, breathing heavily as the words finally crossed her lips. “I don’t..” She blinked at her own words and shook her head. “Bäahal! Be careful what you’re saying next.” She clenched her fists and walked towards her, her eyes throwing bolts.

 

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO THAT YOU HAVENT ALREADY?” She yelled and stood on her feet while her sister stopped walking. “You stripped me off of my dignity already! Had a man think he could fuck me just because you led him on. Do you realize what you’ve just done? Do you realize that I didn’t want to see you after that because I felt dirty? You used me for a fucking patch of land!” There, she used Jaime’s words and just as it unfolded between the two of them, Daenerys slapped her hard.

 

“Not a word. You will have to think long and hard about what you’ve just said to me. We will talk soon enough.”

 

And the matriarch left the room, -actually she fled from it- as her heart was racing in her ribcage. It was something unprecedented, Bäahal’s rebellion and refusal to listen to her. Perhaps the truth was a little darker there. In truth, she was hurt because she’d just realized that she went way too far this time with her sister. It was one thing to be restrictive and in control, but it was another to basically pimp her sister to one of the richest men of Westeros. She was ashamed, confused and all-in-all: angry. The silver haired heiress, however, was shocked by the slap she had just gotten. Her eyes shifted from left to right before she looked at the floor. Her cheek was burning but she was feeling good. She was feeling stronger, she was feeling euphoric even and that made her sit on her bed, eyes still wide open before she grabbed her phone and texted him, her Golden Lion: [Text to Golden Lion: “I have stood up to her. Got a slap in my face but that was earned. I have to tell you. Give me a call when you can. Your firecracker.]

 

-TBC-

Modern JB: Highgarden starry night

Modern JB: Highgarden starry night

// I absolutely adore these two. In any universe, we write them in. <3

Somewhere at Highgarden, Bronn's real estate

Daenerys Targaryen was a cunning woman, known as the Dragon Queen in this business world full of sharks, she was respected and even feared by some. Ruthless and relentless, she would not hesitate to use whatever she could to tip the balance to her favor. Highgarden was the richest land of Westeros. They were the equivalent of the Heartland of America because their lands were dedicated to Agriculture and Breeding. Most recently and in order to attract investors, the current owner of the land, Bronn decided to sell strategically placed pieces of land to the highest bidder. Those lands, in retrospect, weren't going to become a threat to Highgarden, but they were important enough to at least attract potential investors.

Most were interested only for the fame they would get from owning a piece of Highgarden, most, but not Tywin Lannister and Daenerys Targaryen. Both of them saw the potential it had and they wanted to own all the lands sold by Bronn. That was where negotiations started because Bronn didn't want the richest families to own all those lands, but they both were offering insane amounts of money, which seemed to be convincing enough for him to have publicly announced, he had narrowed down his bidders' list to the two families.

Entered Bäahal in the equation. It turned out -Thanks to Varys, the family's long-time friend and spy- that Bronn was infatuated with Bäahal and was more inclined to sign the contract in favor of Daenerys should her sister spend a few days at his real estate. Without even blinking, The Dragon Queen took Bäahal with her and they both spent a few days with Bronn. It wasn't unpleasant, for Bronn was funny and fun to be around. He knew the heiress wasn't interested in him but it didn't stop him from courting her and trying to impress her. He loved how exotic she looked to him. Her long and soft silver hair crowned a face out of this world.

Her high cheekbones -typical for all Targaryens-, her plump soft lips, her intense purple eyes were forcing him on his knees. Her curves were to die for -and so were Dany's-, and the fact she was a professional dancer only shaped her body even better. Toned thick creamy legs, a flat and toned belly, soft and firm breasts she always glamourized with extra-cleavage and a plump ass he always ogled whenever she walked past him. She was exactly what he was looking for. While most would try and avoid her because of her foul mouth and her tendency to be brutally honest and give the most epic reads, Bronn was attracted to her because of this. She was crass AND prim and proper at the same time.

Bäahal truly didn't care, although she was clearly aware that her sister was basically pimping her out. It didn't matter because she didn't have to do much but stay here and smile all day, laugh, and just be herself -Bronn insisted on that part-. He would serenade her from time to time and that was it. It was funny to her because while her body was at Highgarden, her mind was back at Jaime's secret lair – as she called it-. Her mind was back to him, to them being together in the secrecy of his second house.

She looked at Bronn playing guitar and was daydreaming about Jaime's massaging her calves and feet. She was watching him try to impress her with his knowledge and fun trivia and was thinking of Jaime's laughter as he was cooking something for her and she was teasing him about his favorite sports team.

His secret lair felt more and more homely as she went there and left a thing or two each time. Some underwear, her toothbrush, a few clothes so she wouldn't have to bring a bag each time she visited him. It felt homely because he was there with her and he was taking care of her. This house, Bronn's house felt empty in comparison. There were Daenerys alongside her but that didn't make it homely at all. It was cold. Her sister's violet eyes were cold and commanding as she wished Bäahal behaved well during those few days with their host. She wanted to sign that bloody contract and didn't want her sister to mess things up. As the fresh breeze of the night blew over her frame, the youngest heiress of the Targaryen's family wrapped her bathrobe around her frame tighter and leaned at her balcony as she watched the starry night. What was Jaime doing this late? She imagined he was probably having a board meeting, one of those boring duties a CEO had to attend. She imagined he was going through a lot of various thoughts while being held « captive » of his business meeting. She knew the first time she sent him a pic, he was actually having a meeting and wasn't focused for the rest of the day. She did promise him a picture of her legs and any other saucy type of pictures should she feel like it and tonight felt like the best moment to take her phone and send him a text.

As a matter of fact, she was missing the blonde Lannister. She wanted to fly back to King's Landing and spend time with him again, but her duties had to be her priority so she simply quickly took the phone from the pocket of her bathrobe and started to type a text to Jaime [To Golden Lion: Well, turns out I'm the first to text you after a while. I just wanted you to know that I was missing you. I'm at Highgarden, enjoying a fancy castle and a fancy dinner to come but all I am thinking of is you, my Golden Lion. So, in order to share the frustration, please find below a little memory of Highgarden.] and she sent it to him and quickly opened her bathrobe, revealing a white corset, some white pantyhose, and white laced underwear. It complimented well her silver hair and her dark complexion and she knew it would elicit a reaction from him. She then put the phone away and focused on getting dressed for dinner that night. It was the last day of their stay at Highgarden and Daenerys had placed her Hope into this day. Bronn had been satisfied with what he had with Bäahal there was no way he wouldn't sign. Wasn't it?

-TBC-

modern! Viserys x Bäahal xDanny trivia

VISERYS personality/ trivia :

• He tends to tap his fingers against the table or his thigh when he's extremely upset. The more intensely he does it, the more upset he is.

• His voice tends to turn cold when angry/upset and his eyes take a deep shade

• viserys tends to have a wolfish grin

• he always speaks his mind, he also boasts a lot (with reasons to do so)

• he is assertive, demanding, commanding. Everyone stops breathing when he enters the scene.

• He tends to find comfort in drugs, sex, the fast life

• he is extremely jealous and possessive

• his pale skin turns hot red when he's angry so he can't really hide it.

• He is very much into Kyra Lannister (he doesn't just know how much yet nor how it'll impact him)

• He never lies. He might not understand all of his emotions, but he won't lie or deflect.

• He's arrogant and calls himself the dragon king's son.

• Kyra's nickname is the "silver fox" (and he loves it)

• he doesn't hesitate and actually bought Kyra the bikini he wanted to see her with

• he STARES and undresses you.

• He loved his mother and his brother Rhaegar

• He physically and mentally abused Daenerys (but could care, to some extent),

• He did the same to Bäahal but hates her because of what she embodies

• he loved and hated his father for what he did to their mother

• He feels empty inside, that's why he sunk down the rabbit hole

• but he's also naturally mean, violent and cruel

• Dany is his legal guardian. So she controls his money

• he is a singer and a party planner in his free time. (mostly rock/ punk music)

• he's lean but muscular. He could model if he wanted to.

• He's a dominant, when it comes to sex, he's a fucking dominant.

• Emotionally however, while he likes to be in control when in love, his partner would have his undivided attention and love. He will become dependant. (like an addiction)

• he is a devoted partner as well. They all come back for him because he makes them cum.

• Cersei and he, are best enemies. They love to bicker and insult each other via Tabloids.

• He hates Jaime with a passion.

Bäahal personality / Trivia :

• Bäahal smells like fresh grass and wet ground (nature at dawn), naturally.

• She's 25 years old, the youngest of the Targaryen's family.

• She goes with the flow, she's not the dominant type at all, but not submissive either.  (careful not to identify the result of abuse with submission. it's self-defense mechanism)

• she's an enthusiastic and curious lover. 

• She has the habit to storm into rooms and talk to people when they least expect it.

• She doesn't care much about the family feud. She sees Jaime in secret and would befriend Kyra in secret as well.

• Her family being old nobility doesn't consider her as a true heir due to her origins. Some of them however are very nice to her because they understand it's not her fault if her father failed Rhaella. Not every one of them dismisses her existence but they do not get familiar with her. She's a stranger to them.

• She tends to speak before she speaks and has to backpedal or save face, constantly (Jaime thinks it's cute)

• she has a foul mouth and is known to read people to filth, which embarrass Dany (Jaime likes it though)

• She has a passion for Dance and is part of an underground dance crew/ she wears black wigs and sunglasses

• Dany bought her first and only boyfriend (a dornish heir), so he could break-up with Bäahal and leave. (so far Bäahal doesn't know about it. She just had her heartbroken. Upon learning the truth Dany would try to do it with Jaime)

• Viserion was her favorite dog, she bonded with Dany thanks to the dogs when they were younger. His loss truly hurt her.

• Bäahal is a lonely soul. She is desperate for a connection. (but she also loves her own company)

• Her parents both loved her, she had a special connection with her father and took his loss very hard.

• She loves simple things, as long as she eats her favorite food, dances and nurture her brain, she's okay.

• She's curvy and knows exactly how to enhance her curves (especially those little skirts and dresses)

• She doesn't expect people to want to stay with her. She will always second-guess people who claim they want to stay with her or be her friends because usually they never keep their words and disappoint her.

• Bäahal knows how to cook, she was taught by her mother and would often indulge in doing so.

• Daenerys controls her bank accounts, she does allow her some cash every week, so she could spend it the way she likes. Bäahal isn't able to do anything without consulting her sister first and was groomed to think like that.

• She is a genuine soul who would give love, even to her siblings or her late step-mother. She never tried to harm any of them and believe that with time, they would come around -save for Viserys whom she fears. She thinks he's unredeemable but also considers him to be sick and needing psychiatric help. She would never want him dead, despite the abuse-

DAENERYS PERSONALITY/trivia

• She is the first heir of the family since Rhaegar's death. Her father realized that he couldn't possibly give Viserys the leadership of their family business nor could he give it to Bäahal because she was way too young and way too shunned by his family to do so.

• She had to be tough, from a young age her older brother Viserys tormented her.

• She is still mourning for the death of Viserys

• She is very close to the dogs. Actually, she bonded with Bäahal through Viserion.

• She actually loves Bäahal, but forbids herself from showing this emotion because she feels she'd betray her mother. She also has an issue with what Bäahal embodies but was thrilled when they were younger to have a sister. It's complicated.

• She bought Bäahal's first official boyfriend so he could dump her and return to Dorne. He didn't even put up a fight and just left with the money.

• She's very uptight, mostly holds onto the traditions of her old noble family. Bäahal being a stain in the family's name, she has to be perfect in order to make amend for her origins

• Dany fell in love with a powerful businessman she was engaged to, unfortunately, Khal Drogo died and Dany stopped pursuing relationships. She's a hot bachelorette and everyone wants to marry she but she's still mourning for his death and has to mourn on her own.

• She is the legal guardian of her older brother she fears. She also controls Bâahal's finances.

• Personality is very close to « bend the knee » Dany.

• She hates the Lannisters and would never approve of Viserys' interest in Kyra or Bäahal's relationship with Jaime and would feel betrayed by both of them upon learning the truth.