// Bäahal is thinking about her father and how he'd react upon knowing she was seeing his son's enemy.
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The silver heiress ran her hand through her silver locks. Her eyes were focused on a picture that was hanging on her wall.it was a picture of her dad and her as a young teen. They both looked quite happy in the picture. He had his hands on her shoulders and she was leaning against his chest. It was one of the very few pictures they could take together, just the two of them, hence why she had it in her bedroom and nowhere else. The young woman rolled on her bed, her silver locks fell onto her face as she stared at her dad's picture. She pursed her lips and gently hit the mattress with her fist. Her dad! She loved him. She was upset with him. She was missing him.
Aerys II was a complex man. He could be a doting father with her and the rest of his children. He could be a ruthless businessman who would stop at nothing to eliminate competition. He could be a loving husband and at the same time a man who couldn't divorce when he fell out of love with his wife. He hurt everyone because of his cowardice. He hurt everyone because he couldn't do the right thing. She was the love child of her mother, Sunni, and Aerys II. A reminder of a time of utter passion and freedom. She was fine with just living with her mother. Sunni took good care of her and Bäahal's happiest memories were the ones of her childhood spent with her mother.
Her father couldn't choose. He loved Bäahal, even as an infant. he wanted to give her the best life she could ever have and convinced her mother to take their girl to live with him. Sure, Sunni died of illness shortly afterward he brought Bäahal to his home, so to him it was the best thing he could have done. Forcing his family to embrace the child he had with another woman proved to be the worst thing he could have done to everyone. Bäahal held a grudge against him because of the years spent being abused by his other family. Her step-mother hated her guts, her siblings didn't care about her and she had to endure the physical violence of both Viserys and her step-mother. Her father, as doting as he was, still managed to be an asshole.
He was the type of man who gave orders and who made people follow these orders. His family couldn't choose for themselves. They had to follow his directions otherwise, they were subjected to his wrath. Aerys II had sometimes crossed the lines with physical punishment to those who didn't do as he said. Once the fog of nostalgia came off, the heiress remembered the slaps he occasionally gave his wife, the cane he used to hit his sons with, and the harsh words he spoke to them when they didn't come out at the top of their class. He was ruthless, even with his children, even with her. He had a temper, that only became worse as his feud with the Lannisters was getting worse. He hated his rival's guts and wished that their kids never met, never played, and never liked each other. It was a matter of honor. Hating a Lannister became a family trait and that hatred contaminated everything it touched.
Aerys II would have hated her union with Jaime. He would have disowned her all the while telling her that she was a disappointment and he shouldn't have brought her to his family, destroying his own peace for her sake. He would have lashed out at her and would have tried to sabotage her relationship with Jaime. Perhaps he would have bought him off, convincing the man to leave his youngest daughter. Perhaps he would have made a scandal and taken to the newspapers or the tabloids to slander Jaime. Perhaps he would have entered a new stage of his feud with Tywin. Either way, he would not have liked it. Bäahal bit her bottom lip as she realized that maybe the peaceful and idyllic memories she had of her father weren't as faithful to reality as she thought they were.
She sat on the bed, tucking some silver strands behind her ear, and hit the mattress again with her fist. She was frustrated with those family feuds she had no parts in. If she was like Daenerys, she would have probably missed out on the friendship with Kyra. She would have missed falling in love with Jaime and being in a lovely relationship; She would have been unhappy, like the rest of them are. Her purple eyes stared at the picture and she choked on a sob that was almost out. "Fuck.." She muffled before she threw a pillow at the wall next to the picture. her father might have been against it, but she would not have followed him. The Dragon King was not going to decide her fate, not even from beyond the grave. She chose Jaime and Kyra and she would not give up on them. Family, be damned!
-TBC-
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