(please imagine she has silver hair and purple eyes)
Red was her colour. It drew the gaze of anyone she crossed path with. Bäahal always knew how to dress herself in a flattering way. She learned that skill from her mother and later on, perfected it under the strict tutelage of her step-mother. Despite that woman's hatred for her, at least, at the very least, her desire to protect the family reputation compelled her to teach the Targaryen way to the newest unwelcomed addition to the family. So, Bäahal knew.
Red was her colour. It forced the eye to notice the contrast with her sweet chocolate skin. It forced the eye to travel down her curves, and forced them to her beautiful face. There, her red lipstick captured the attention. Her smile was precious, perhaps lethal to those who weren't prepared, and when it was painted in red it was difficult for one not to want to kiss her. Ah! You could ask Bronn about what he thought for the young woman.
You could ask how he wanted that lipstick to smudge all over her face because of his demanding kisses. You could ask him how he wanted to undress her from her red outfits, so he could discover what she hid underneath. You could ask how he wanted to plant his eyes into her purple ones. The vibrant colour that caught the eyes. The long silver locks that crowned her perfect face. There was a reason the Targaryen sisters were called the 8th wonder of the world.
Red was her colour. She now gave it a new meaning. It was his colour as well. Now, when she wore it, she was wearing it to entice / his/ eyes. She wanted him to mark her, to make sure that he knew she was wearing /Lannisters/ colours. She wanted him to know that it was a way for her to say she was giving herself to him, mind and soul. And he liked it. oh fuck yes, he did!
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