(Modern)
She had her life in every magazine, pictures taken by paparazzi, and everyone thought they knew who she was. Some thought she was one of those young harlots who had nothing in her brain and only had an uncanny beauty to sell. Some others believed that she was and would only be a usurper, the bastard child of Aerys II Targaryen, a good-for-nothing woman who was suckling on the teats of her father's fortune. She was a segway to her much more interesting sister, the powerful Daenerys Targaryen, head of the family estate, an implacable business shark who expanded and strengthened her father's legacy. She was the Genius of the family. She was the only true heiress. Not like her (former, but nobody was sure) washed-out older brother Viserys or her younger sister, Bäahal, who was mostly known for her harsh tongue and attitude.
She had her life in every magazine, pictures taken by paparazzi, a false idea of her personality spread on cold sheets. Bäahal was nothing like the idea others had of her. She could read you to filth but would only do so if you attacked her first. She could punch and kick if violence was her only way out. She could be crass, she could be hot, (she was hot), she could be mesmerizing and was known to haunt some people's dreams (ahem, Bronn could testify). But Bâahal was more than that. Bäahal was a kind heart and a soft soul. She was genuine, honest, and sincere. She was lonely, extremely lonely and hurt, and determined to help her family get better. She was stubborn, and sometimes a handful, but was she a bad person?
No. she wasn't.
Yet, she didn't know it.
yet, she couldn't see it.
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