GoT: Shooting daggers at a distance

"Jaime Lannister, I never thought you'd be bold enough to show your face here, after all you and your family have done to us." -Theo sneered while he was giving his salutation to Jaime Lannister.  He should have addressed him more politely, but he refused to dignify him with the title "Ser"-

"It appears that you would have to discuss the matter with Ser Bronn since he is the one who invited me over, Ser Theodore." -The Golden Lion grinned and averted his gaze from Theodore to Bäahal, who was talking to Bronn.-

"I see. I will not anger our host. He's graciously welcomed me. I am still surprised to see you alive, Ser Jaime, but I guess that even the more wretched of us can deserve a second chance." -He sneered at him- 

Theodore Tyrell's true name was  Ambrose. He was the son of Lady Elinor Tyrell and Lord Alyn Ambrose. Yet, after the death of Lady Olenna Tyrell and the slaughter of his entire family tree, he was the only survivor of the whole house and defiantly decided to reclaim the name Tyrell, as a way to claim that his family wasn't completely wiped out. It was an act of defiance, mostly aimed at the Queen and the three remaining Lannisters: Tyrion, Kyra, and, more importantly, Jaime Lannister. 

"I count my blessings then. The gods showed me some leniency, and I will take advantage of it to be a better man. Don't we all?" -He replied in a sneer-

"Maybe you've moved on from the War and the terrible years of ruling of Cersei and her children, but I haven't. I don't know why the gods kept you alive and why you're allowed to breathe the same air as our princess, but I will make sure to expose your true nature to her and the rest of the world. They will all see that you're a snake and nothing more. And I will have the princess. I will marry her. You have my word!"

Jaime shrugged and decided to ignore the less-than-subtle jab at him. He was aware of the hatred he would receive as soon as word would go out about his betrothal to the princess of the seven kingdoms. He knew. He went to Bäahal, who was draped in a lovely white and purple dress.  She was beautiful, far more beautiful than he remembered her to be, and he couldn't blame Theodore Tyrell for wanting his beloved Princess. He only had to take a look at Bäahal to see what that man saw in her.  

Jaime knew that the first thing he saw was her big silver mane, which she managed with braids and buns, so the hair would reach the bottom of her back.  Theodore Tyrell probably saw her purple eyes, vibrant and delicate amethysts that held so much warmth and hope that it could only draw him to her. Jaime swallowed a lump, finding himself longing for a gaze from his beloved princess.  His eyes averted from her face to her curves, well hidden behind heavy fabric. She had always been curvy, for as long as he remembered. The only time she had not been was after the siege. It left her emaciated and skinny, which shocked Jaime. It took a while, but Bäahal regained the weight she lost and was even more radiant.  Jaime moistened his lips. 

He knew how Theodore lusted after the princess, just as all the men before him had. He only saw the princess for her beauty, for how she presented herself to the world with her uncanny features and beauty. Like all these men, Theodore never cared for what was in her heart. He didn't care about her bravery or her love for her people. She cared for everyone and even risked her life defending peasants. Theodore didn't care about what made Bäahal the woman Jaime loved. He didn't care about her sense of humour and cuteness when she discovered the world. Jaime shrugged and simply closed the distance between the princess and Bronn. She held both of Bronn's hands and warmly shook them to express her gratitude for his hospitality. Bronn grinned and peacocked in front of her. Jaime cleared his throat, and she turned her head to look at him. 

Her face lit up, and she leaned forward, welcoming him with a warm smile. He didn't dare touch her in public, mostly because it wouldn't be received well. She was the princess, and despite being betrothed, some gestures were forbidden. He simply slightly bowed at her, and she bowed back before she released Bronn's hands and caught both of Jaime's hands between hers. She thanked him for coming and riding her to safety. Unlike Jaime, the princess was oblivious to Theodore Tyrell's attraction to her. She couldn't see the anger that was bubbling at the surface when he was staring at Jaime. She didn't see the intense desire that man felt for her every time he set his eyes on her. Jaime saw it straight away, but as always, he didn't react to it. He didn't need to. 

Theo watched as they slowly walked out of sight. He clenched his fists, hard enough to pierce through his skin and draw blood to his fingers. He couldn't accept that the princess had chosen this man as her betrothed. She might be leaving, but Theo was determined to see her. He would wait until she returned to the Red Keep to serenade her at home. This way, he was certain that she would not leave and would have to entertain him for as long as he stayed. This way, he would make sure to convince Bäahal to break up her engagement to Jaime Lannister and become his betrothed instead. Yes, he would do it! Yes, he will have her!

-TBC- 

GOT: A preying prince

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

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

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

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

-TBC-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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