#ashara x elia

[martellspear]

─۪──ׄ─ vampire!ashara dayne x elia martell

─۪─ trigger warning: mentions of blood (and drinking), suicide*.

*it's not an actual suicide but there are aspects that might be triggering for some.

─۪─ oral, fingering, obsession, canon elements.

Elia was used to it by now, Ashara was surprisingly affectionate and always wanted to touch or be touched; bordering a possessiveness that Martell was fonder of than she should. It hadn’t been hard to adapt to her new life. — mine on ao3

[acewithapencil]

Daynes and their lovers. Happy pride month baby

[the-golden-viper-of-dorne]

@dornedaily @asharadaynesstarfall @housedayneofdorne @dorneuniverse

@dorne-source @dorneuniverse @housemartellofsunspear  @eliamartellappreciation @askmamaindia @1nsaankahanhai-bkr @forcesmuggler 

[catlvur]

Elia Martell x Ashara Dayne commissioned by @chemtrailsoverthesun

[swee26oy]

I was reading fanfic about Elia Martell, Robert's Rebellion and all that. And I discovered something really funny. lyanna stans are so desperate that they try to steal everything elia has. Her title as a princess she was born with, her kindness, her love for children and the thing that made me laugh so hard even her friendships with the characters they tie it all to lyanna they are so obsessed that they make aegon and rhaenys love lyanna and hate their real mother. Also elia is like a whore in these stories. The most embarrassing thing is the authors who claim to love elia but are willing to have rhaegar be in a relationship with every female in asoiaf except elia and this follows them stealing everything about elia and putting her in that character or making their own character based on elia as well.

All of this makes me think how perfect Elia is.

[dragonsanddirewolvess]

Femslash February Day 21 = Elia & Ashara

All my friends tell me I should move on

I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song

Ahh

That's how you sang it

Loving you forever can't be wrong

Even though you're not here, won't move on

Ahh

That's how we played it

And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody

It won't leave my head

Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine

But I wish I was dead (dead, like you)

[shining-m00nlight]

I dive up so far in and away from Canon in my Moderen AU headcanons that:

Jaime, Ned, Cat, Ashara and Elia being in a poly relationship and having 13 kids between them of which 6 kids have at least one parent not included in the relationship sounds totally normal to me.

[felixaussiegf]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 - 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 - “𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄’’

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The war to Robert’s Rebellion is finally over, Robert Baratheon has finally destroy the Targaryen Dynasty. He has killed Prince Rhaegar Targaryen at the Trident, while Princess Elia Martell and her three children Rhaenys, Aegon, and Viserra, were killed by Lord Tywin Lannister's orders during the Sack of King's Landing. But is that really true? No, one child still lives, Viserra Targaryen, the last true living child and youngest child of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia Martell. In 283 AC, Ashara Dayne, the sister to the late Ser Arthur Dayne and one of Elia Martell’s ladies-and-waiting, but also one of her best friends during Robert's Rebellion and Ser Jon Connington one of Rhaegar Targaryen's best loyal knights and best friend decides to send a raven to the Prince Oberyn Martell in, Dorne stating for him to come to Starfall, alone where she and the exile knight have something important to tell Oberyn Martell, whether or not it might put all their lives in danger or in jeopardy.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cursing, robert’s rebellion war mention, characters deaths mention, suicide thoughts, war, betrayal, violence, angst, secrets. (Please, remind me if there are any missing warnings, I have missed or forgotten)

𝐀/𝐍: Ahhhh, hello my loves! SUPRISE!!! I have decided to do the GOT fanfic, instead of doing it on Wattpad, I will be doing it on Tumblr. This story will be following the TV series and a bit of the books spoiler’s; but mostly the TV series GOT, so please remember that. There is not much warnings for this chapter as, it is the Prologue to this story. Also, for the story I decided to put Ashara Dayne in my story she will not die like in the books, she still lives in GOT universe because to be honest, I really do love her character, and well she is a badass woman. Also for Ser Jon Connington, I have decided to add him as well, in which both GOT characters will have a bigger part in this story.

𝟐𝟖𝟑 𝐀𝐂, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄, 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 𝟔 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃.

Looking outside, through one the window’s of the castle of the beautiful sea of Star-Fall, were it is located in the western Red Mountains, stood a beautiful woman who is a tall and a fair maiden all together. Her long dark hair tumbled around her shoulders but what really got other’s attention were her very own eyes in particular her beautiful purple eyes who some would say she would be consider a Targaryen or resemble one at that. The ones that did know her very well, she went by the name of Ashara Dayne. But the ones who did not know her well like to gossip and talk at court, behind her back and would call her -

“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬.’’

The sister of the late Ser Arthur Dayne, "The Sword Of The Morning." With her, she carried a beautiful babe, not even a year old yet. The babe who truly resembled a true 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧, just like her late father Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, as her elder siblings Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen truly looked like their own mother with their very own Dornish features, on the other hand Viserra, truly did look like her late father, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen with her little scruff of white hair poking out of her head, while her little brownish eyes with a bit of blueish hue in them and her appearance, told a different tale her eyes truly resembled a 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥, just like her late mother Princess Elia Martell.

Ashara felt sorry, for the little babe, for Viserra will never get to meet her mother and father, but her siblings Rhaenys and Aegon, as well. Ashara knew this world was a men’s world and women were just simply living in it, to just be broodmares and give men the heirs they truly needed, but little Viserra will never be that type of Queen or get to meet or, see her family ever again, as they were taken from her, before she could even say goodbye to any of them.

Her grandmother Queen Rhaella was dead, her grandfather the Mad King Aerys was dead as well, as her father and mother Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia were dead, her sister and brother the late Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon were dead as well.

The whereabouts of her Uncle Viserys and Aunt Daenerys were unknown as they went into hiding and where shipped across the Narrow Sea as soon as Stannis Baratheon and his men arrived on Dragonstone, but did not find them instead they found Queen Rhaella there as she was found dead on Dragonstone.

This little babes entire family was all gone and not just any family house the Targaryen dynasty was finally gone. Just because Prince Rhaegar Targaryen had kidnapped and raped the Lady Lyanna Stark of Winterfell and did nothing but get his whole family slaughtered and killed for his actions and consequences.

She looked down at the little babe of who she carried, while the babe grabbed onto her fingers with, her tiny hands and smiled up at her. Some would say the babe was Ashara Dayne’s, but she knew the cold hard truth, of where this babe truly came from, the babe was not hers, but her late best friend Princess Elia Martell; for she was the youngest daughter and last living child of Princess Elia Martell and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

Ashara Dayne also had lost, so much within the years of Robert’s Rebellions wars, the war had changed everything for her and her family, hell it even change her, even if the war was finally over, still she had lost so many people she had loved and cared about; she had lost her still-born daughter, her lover, her best friend Princess Elia Martell, and her brother Ser Arthur Dayne. No matter, what she felt about ending her life right then and there, she felt that her life didn’t have any worth anymore. To her what was the point of living and breathing, she knew that she had lost, everyone she truly loved and cared about.

Ashara still had her younger sister Allyria Dayne alive but she was sent away to Blackhaven, for protection and away from the war as she knew Robert Baratheon would kill every Targaryen loyalist and blood Targaryen, he could get his bare hands on, but he could make an exception for the houses that would bend the knee to him as their rightful new King, but even Ashara Dayne knew she nor the Dayne's or Martell's were going to bend the knee to the newly crowned drunken cunt of a Usurper Robert Baratheon, who ended the Targaryen dynasty, just because they did not have any dragons as they were long gone or extinct from the world.

She later had gotten another raven from Blackhaven stating, that her sister, Allyria Dayne is set to be betrothed to, Lord Beric Dondarrion of Blackhaven. Where now it was just her, as the last true Dayne of Star-Fall. She would be the next "Lady Regent Ashara Dayne of Star-Fall." But, she even knew that, she could not rule Star-Fall anymore as she had already faked her death in order to protect the princess Viserra Targaryen and what was left of her family's bloodline. Her eldest brother would soon become the Lord of Star-Fall.

The people that knew her as the beautiful Lady Ashara Dayne, was now long dead as she had faked her death by suicide from a broken heart by jumping off one of the towers of Star-Fall. For now, she went as her new given name Wylla Sand, one of her former wet-nurses who died due to a fever she had her name changed in order to protect Viserra Targaryen from Robert Baratheon and Tywin Lannister, and those who wish to harm, the sweet little princess of King's Landing.

Just a few days ago right before she was about to end her life by committing suicide by jumping from the top of the Palestone Sword, one of the towers of Star-Fall, and fall into the sea and disappear forever. But things change for her; instinct just a few days ago a raven had arrived in Star-Fall, for Ashara Dayne from Lord Varys also known as, “The Spider’’ in King’s Landing stating,

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 Wylla Sand 𝙾𝚏 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛-𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. You are not that hard to tract down my Lady, but my little birds of whispers inform me you have faked your death in your very own home at Star-Fall in order for you to protect your family from the now newly crowned King Robert Baratheon's wrath and rage. First, m𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 lost of your 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕-𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎, "T𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 O𝚏 T𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.'' 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚆𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 in 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐’𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 fight for what was truly right for the Seven Kingdoms and the entire realm.

I have heard from my little birds in Dorne that, your former lover, Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, was seen in Star-Fall recently to return to you, your family's ancestral sword the Sword Of The Morning, "Dawn". I do wish, Lord Eddard Stark could see you alive on better circumstances, but I'm afraid with the newly crowned King Robert Baratheon on the Iron Throne now is a big no for you, I do not think it is a good time for you or your family to leave Star-Fall as of yet. I am hoping this raven fine's you well my Lady, because there are some pressing matters that we have to attend to and it has everything to do with, the princess Viserra Targaryen's very own name and birthright written all over in King's Landings and the entire realm of the Seven Kingdoms.

Now, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚁𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚜, 𝙰eg𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 Targaryen, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 order to be 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 "T𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗" 𝚂𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 strict 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚃𝚢𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. Now this must be kept between us only. For, I fear for the little dragon princess safety and for her to return to Kings Landing where she rightfully belongs,and when the time comes for her she will be ready to ascend the Iron Throne as the true heir she was meant to be just like her late grandfather the late Mad King Aerys Targaryen wanted her to be. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 to, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 on time,and 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 and 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐’𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 and send her to Dorne 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍. She is to be sent to Star-Fall, where the now exile Ser Jon Connington, will meet you at the gates of the Dayne castle, where little princess Viserra Targaryen, will be given to you under my orders in private and away from traitors and others eyes, who wish to harm the true heir to the Iron Throne.

𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚛 Jon Connington, 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 and mission 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚎 one day 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚖,and the Seven Kingdoms. Ser Jon Connington was able to sail away with the princess Viserra Targaryen before Robert Baratheon and his men could kill him as to being Targaryen loyalist and a dear friend to Rhaegar Targaryen. T𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 her uncle 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 of Dorne. 𝙰𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 and well, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 and Ser Jon Connington made an oath to protect the little princess Viserra with his life until his last breath 𝚊𝚗𝚍 she shall 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 and Ser Connington's guidance 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚄𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙾𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠’𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 whereabouts 𝚊𝚗𝚍 when he 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 he will care for her as she has his very own blood in her after all. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗-𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛-𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 and Ser Jon Connington 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒m 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 Ashara Wylla, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 with her life and children's life, now she trusts you with her last living child's life until her very last breath, you are 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 trusted friend and loyal lady 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐’𝚜 you were with her during Roberts Rebellion and then fled with your brother before the Sack of King's Landing. Know, this 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 raven 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 t𝚛𝚞𝚎 born ruler, a 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 t𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎. And when the times comes s𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 “𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍’’ 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 and for they 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚢 dragon 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 and burning to ash 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐s and her entire family. 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒, 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊, Lady Wylla. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛,

Lord Varys, "Master of Whisperers"

The raven that Lord Varys, had sent Lady Ashara, a chill down her spine as she did not want Elia Martell's last living child and only living daughter the little Viserra to grow up to be like her grandfather the late “Mad King’’ Aerys Targaryen. She had first met the little babe Viserra, when Ser Jon Connington had came to Star-Fall in order to give little Viserra Targaryen to her loyal servant Flora, who help deliver her still-born daughter along with the wet-nurse Wylla and help her grieve for her stillborn daughter.

Lady Ashara and Ser Jon Connington had an argument over his welcome to Star-Fall and that he made no argument of over staying his welcome and would not be exile again especially to the only surviving child and true heir of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia Martell.

He then later told Lady Ashara Dayne that she may not like him and will hate him forever for what Rhaegar Targaryen did, to his wife and children. But he had sworn an oath to his best friends Rhaegar Targaryen and her brother Ser Arthur Dayne as a kingsguard and, a knight of the Seven Kingdoms and protector, that he would serve Viserra Targaryen as his true loyalties are only to the Targaryens and the heir to the Iron Throne.

When Ser Jon Connington had handed the babe to her. Her heart stopped for a moment, just by looking at her she could immediately see Elia Martell, in her very own daughter. What she saw was this pure, innocent, child who had to watch her entire family be slaughtered and killed by Robert Baratheon and his men of traitors. She remembers a time when she was in King's Landing, right before Viserra Targaryen was born, Princess Elia Martell and Queen Rhaella Targaryen were fearful for little Viserra because unlike Rhaneys and Aegon that smelled like Dornish to him.

The "Mad King" Aerys II Targaryen had actually taken a liking to his youngest granddaughter telling her that she was a true Targaryen and a true Queen even he would say that in his so called dragon dreams and his madness, he would dream of her that one day she too will sit the Iron Throne, but what was fearful of the words he said were -

"Viserra Targaryen my greatest weapon, my youngest granddaughter and my true heir, you shall be the most fearful and dangerous ruler of the Targaryen Dynasty, and the entire realm of Westero's has ever seen, one day they will truly see what you really are and when the time comes you will be ready to "burn them all" for what they have done to you and your madness just like what they did to me. You have the blood of the dragon, the blood of Old Valyria, you have my blood in you, it runs thick through you and only you can use it to your advantage and show those damn bastards traitors who you really are, for you are; The Dragon's Queen."

But, no one had to blame anyone for Robert's Rebellion war for happening but Rhaegar Targaryen “The Last Dragon’’ for kidnapping and raping Lyanna Stark “The She-Wolf’’. When Ashara found out about what was about to happen, she knew they were all going to war for what Rhaegar and Lyanna did. And, she knew her brother Ser Arthur Dayne, would take part in the war because of his loyalties to his best friend Rhaegar Targaryen.

No matter, how much she plead for her brother Ser Arthur Dayne, not to go he had promised to her that he would come back to her, Ashara prayed to the Seven and to any the gods, that would hear her prayer, to bring her brother back safely to her when the war was finally over. But even she knew it was all just a lie, just for her to lose the last bit, of faith within the gods, as the gods were cruel to everyone.

Zoning out, and startled by one of the servants coming through the doors, while Ser Jon Connington made his way into the chambers of Lady Ashara Dayne for a guard had opened the door for the servant and knight named Flora. Ashara Dayne looked up from where she stood, and not before putting the little babe Viserra in her cot, before looking at the servant and raising her eyebrows to Ser Jon Connington as well, before he too gave her a smirk. She soon then, spoke in a stern tone.

“Yes, Flora, what is it this time?" before continuing to speak and looking at Ser Jon Connington with annoyed expression, "And, to what do I own the pleasure of, of your entitled presence here, Ser Jon Connington?"

“Forgive me, my Lady, I am sorry to be unannounced, but Prince Oberyn Martell has arrived from Dorne, and wishes to speak to you alone." Flora spoke as she had her eyes glancing down at her feet, not before glancing at the handsome Knight who still did not talk but just kept on staring at Lady Ashara with a serious look. Without, Lady Ashara or the Knight known as Ser Jon Connington knowing Flora secretly sought a glance at the little babe Viserra, in which she was in her cot babbling away not knowing what was happening.

"Oh, yes, please do tell Prince Oberyn Martell, to come in." spoke, the Lady Ashara, as she looked directly at Flora the servant before walking to the table ignoring the entitled knight's presence and grabbing two cups of Dornish wine for her and Prince Oberyn Martell.

"Right away, my Lady." Flora replied, before bowing to both the lady and the knight going away quickly to the door once the guards had open the door but to inform Prince Oberyn Martell he may come in to speak to the Lady of Star-Fall as well. Finally, Ser Jon Connington spoke but in an aggravated tone-

"You had the fucking damn, Red Viper of a snake Prince Oberyn Marterll of Dorne come here?" "Seven hells, Ashara what were you thinking, what tis' next, you have that damn bastard of usurper Robert Baratheon and his men of fucking traitors, come here to slaughter and kill us all and the little princess and, the true heir to the Iron Throne?"

"How dare you speak to me like that, do not forget, yourself "Ser" Jon Connington, you know damn well why he is here, I can't not change that Prince Oberyn Martell is here and came all this way from Dorne besides he is Viserra's only kin who is left alive besides Prince Doran Martell, I will not be told what I cannot do in my own damn castle by a damn exiled knight!" snapped, Ashara as she looked at Ser Jon Connington with a glare.

"Do you trust him?" spoke, Ser Jon Connington before continuing to speak to her but in a softer tone, "The Prince Oberyn Martell, can he truly be trusted, as you say you know him very well can he be trusted, especially with this dangerous secret about the little princess, I do not trust anyone but you Ashara, I don't give a damn what Lord Varys says, I'm telling you and only you?"

"I do Jon, I would trust Oberyn Martell with my life, trust me he is a complicated man and his ego may be somewhat annoying but he has a good heart I know that because, he truly loved his sister Elia and her children more than anything in this world, no matter what, I know he will help us protect Viserra from anyone who wishes to lay harm to her."

"I trust you Ashara, but do not expect me to play friendly, with the Red Viper of Dorne, if it comes down to saving the princess, I will not hesitate to kill anyone who wishes to harm her, even if it is her own blood or kin."

"I know, you will but please, Jon just let me handle this please, Prince Oberyn Martell will understand what is at stake here once he arrives in Star-Fall. You don't know him like I do, I know him, he would never wish to harm the princess, especially his own niece Viserra, Elia's only living child and his blood."

"Well, that was a lovely conversation, now please try not to kill him or his damn guards, with your damn glare." spoke, Ashara in a statistical tone with the roll of her eyes.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes... And, you try not to kill anyone, with your looks and your damn controlling ways, Wylla."

"As well as you, Ser Griff."

"Well, Viserra, my darling it looks like, to us your Uncle Oberyn is here from, Dorne just to meet you." spoke Ashara, as she gave the little princess Viserra a silly smile, not before sipping her wine. Little Viserra, looked up at, Lady Ashara and gave her a smile back before babbling once more.

Just then the doors to the chambers open again, in which Ashara Dayne and Ser Jon Connington while having his hand the hilt of his sword standing in between Ashara and Viserra, both looked up from where she was sitting along with little Viserra in her cot by her side slowly rocking the cot.

Looking around her cot little Viserra stop, what she was doing as she heard the noise. It was non-other than Prince Oberyn Martell of Dorne, coming in a hurry to see if it was really Ashara Dayne if she truly was alive. The servant named Flora again, came into the chambers in a hurry telling Prince Oberyn, to please not rush into the chambers for the guards would think he was here to harm Lady Ashara and the little princess Viserra.

"Ashara, h-how are you alive?" spoke, Oberyn Martell, as he looked at her in shock and surprise not before noticing Ser Jon Connington. Ashara look at her best friend's brother, not before looking out the window and gulping down the last bit of wine she had before setting the cup on the table.

"They told me, you were dead, that you had killed yourself and jumped off Star-Falls tower and into the sea, right after your brother was killed at the Tower of Joy." spoke, Oberyn, as he slowly came near her, and the little babe of who he did not notice yet. Slowly, Ser Jon Connington looked at Prince Oberyn as he gave him a hardened all the playfulness gone from his face as he stayed back but not to over step where he was at as well.

When Oberyn Martell looked at Ser Jon, he finally knew who he was looking at besides the Lady Ashara Dayne, of where he stood he was one of the late Prince Rhaegar Targaryen's loyal friends and knight's also known as the exile knight, Ser Jon Connington also known by his hidden name "Griff". Prince Oberyn Martell's eyes hardened at that as he was blinded by rage and hate by the so-called knight who took no part in the war of Roberts Rebellion and did not save his sister Elia and her children.

Ignoring, the Lady Ashara's protest not to fight in her very own bedchambers or castle where the guards were stationed outside the door. Due to the little princess being here she did not want for them to get violent or spill any bloodshed Prince Oberyn walked briskly to Ser Jon Connington as he took out his sword and pointed it at Ser Jon Connington neck while Ser Jon Connington grabbed his sword as well.

"You bastard traitor of a knight, what are you doing here, have you come here to kill us as well." spoke, Oberyn with anger and rage in his tone as he looked at Ser Jon Connington.

"No, I haven't yet." replied," Ser Jon Connington as he continued, as he stared at Oberyn Martell with a challenge me look.

"How many people had to die and suffer because your friend the beautiful noble Rhaegar Targaryen couldn't meet the expectations of his consequences when he kidnapped and raped Lyanna Stark while, my sister Elia Martell and her children had to suffer the consequences of his damn mistakes."

"ENOUGH, the both of you," spoke, Ashara as she continued, "You may not like him, here Oberyn but he is my guest, I can't change that but you are here for a reason."

Finally, Lady Ashara Dayne decided, to turn around and look at the Prince of Dorne, Oberyn Martell, with anguish and rage in her eyes as not before speaking in an emotionless tone ignoring Ser Jon Connnington's glare again.

"I am alive, because I fake my death Oberyn, I had to." replied, Ashara as she look at Oberyn, before continuing to speak, "You got Lord Varys raven, didn't you?"

"I did, Ashara if I may speak? What is this really about?" spoke, Oberyn with furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as to why he is really here while also, ignoring Ser Jon Connington glare yet again.

Not looking at Prince Oberyn or Ser Jon, the Lady Ashara spoke, in a tone that should not represent any lady especially a higherborn at that. "Do you know what, they did to my brother Oberyn?" "E-Elia and her children, were innocent they did not have to die the way they did."

Ser Jon Connington looks away as he could not meet the eyes of Ashara or Oberyn talk about her brother Ser Arthur Dayne one of his best friends and Elia Martell and her other children, also know as Rhaegar Targaryen's children.

Oberyn looked away from her, as soon as Ashara spoke but while also glaring at Ser Jon, about the mention of his own sister Elia and her children, his nieces and nephew. Talking about his sister and her children were a sore and hurtful subject on the Martell's but, especially for Prince Oberyn Martell as he and Elia were so close during their childhood before, she was even betrothed and to be married off to the Silver Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

His sweet sister and her children were innocent and, the Mad King Aerys took advantage of that, he did not have to keep them there as hostages or prisoners within the Red Keep, just because he was paranoid that the Martell's especially his uncle Prince Lewyn Martell who died during Roberts Rebellion as well he would turn against him and take away his favorite grandchild Viserra Targaryen his only one true heir when Rhaegar Targaryen had been killed at the Banks of the Trident by Robert Baratheon.

His eldest darling niece Rhaenys, was stabbed over hundred times while under the bed of her father's Rhaegar's bedchambers waiting for him to save her, while his brave nephew Aegon was ripped away from his own sister Elia as his head was smashed against a wall and was believed to be unrecognizable, and lastly sweet little Viserra, was rumored to have her throat slit open while her blood poured from her neck while laying in her cot left to die while she choked on her own blood, as Elia Martell watched defenseless and caged while being rapped and murdered, as her children were killed right in front of her.

"YOU DON'T THINK I KNOW THAT ASHARA? MY SISTER AND HER CHILDREN WERE MURDER AND LEFT TO BE KILLED AS ANIMALS WITHIN THAT DAMN KINGDOM." yelled, Oberyn to Ashara as he had thrown his cup of wine to the floor, as tears and rage within him came out of his very own eyes and heart.

Startled by the yelling and the loud bang of noise, little Viserra started whaling loud, in her cot as she could feel her uncles rage and hate being torn in two pieces at the same time. Quickly, Ashara walked to the cot and picked up Viserra slowly rocking her back and forth to keep her from crying too much. Oberyn took a glance at the babe in Ashara's arms slowly to walk towards her side to get a better view of the babe, he had thought Ashara had a still-born daughter but clearly the babe was very much alive, what other secrets were the great Lady Ashara were hiding from him.

Startled, with the princess cries, Ser Jon Connington moved forward, ready to advance at any given moment as he had his hand on the hilt of his sword, before he could do anything Ashara said, "Don't, it's okay Jon, let Oberyn come forward."

With, a nod to Lady Ashara Dayne, Ser Jon Connington, moved back but still kept his eyes on the Red Viper of Dorne. He knew he had, to let Oberyn Martell see his niece even if he is sworn to protect her from harm at all cost.

"Oberyn, I would like for you to meet someone that is very special to me that was sent from the Gods above."

"I thought you had, a still-born daughter Ashara?" question, Oberyn with a confused look. "That's just a baby."

Lady Ashara and Ser Jon, looked at Prince Oberyn Martell not before meeting each other's eyes and giving each other an understanding look. Ashara came forward with the little babe Viserra Targaryen as she carefully handed the babe to her Uncle Oberyn Martell as he looked at her with a curious look and emotion in his eyes while the Viserra made grabbing hands towards her Uncle and cooed at him.

"Oberyn, she is not just a baby or any baby really?" continued, Ashara as she looked at Ser Jon Connington, with a nod, "She is your niece, Viserra Targaryen. The daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and your sister Elia Martell."

"H-How is she alive, she can't-"

"She is very much alive, Oberyn, you may hate me all you want but know this, I did my best to protect Elia Martell and her other children, but I could not get to them in time Lord Varys was the one to save her right before he handed the princess Viserra Targaryen to me, I was able sail away from King's Landing and bring her here to Lady Ashara Dayne." cut in but replied, Ser Jon, as he looked away from Oberyn Martell and Ashara Dayne not before looking at the Princess Viserra Targaryen who looked so much like his best friend Rhaegar Targaryen and a mix of Elia Martell as well.

"She is your niece, Oberyn, as much as you can't believe or you want denied it she is Viserra Targaryen and she will always be, but for now, in order to protect her we had to give her a new name which will be Ella Dayne. The true born daughter of the late Lady Ashara Dayne of Star-Fall and the late Brandon Stark of Winterfell."

"But when the time comes she will know her true identity." spoke, Ashara as she looked at both Oberyn Martell and Ser Jon Connington with an understanding of both men there. "Until then, we will protect her from any harm and with "fire and blood" she will take her throne back when the time comes she will ascend the Iron Throne as the true heir."

"For she is, Viserra Targaryen, second of her name, the true heir to the Iron Throne. The last living child of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Princess Elia Martell."

❝THE SUN QUEEN❞

[spearsndragons]

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— a gold thread of pride and guilt

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[untilmynextstory]

we're falling like stars

we're falling like stars | Elia Martell x Brandon Stark

chapter 02. Just For A Second, It All Felt Simple summary: Elia visits the North and finds it warmer than expected

The North was warmer than she expected. Although most described it as a frozen wasteland, Elia found beauty in the fields of snow and the icicles that formed on the limbs of trees and corners of the homes. Yes, it was cold, but the air felt pure. It wasn’t clogged with the filth and deceit surrounding King’s Landing. 

Elia greedily sucked in the clean air, and she felt that instead of all the maesters poking and prodding through her life, maybe the best course of action would have been making a trip up North. After being shown the hot spring and allowing Ashara to convince her to dip into the water, Elia felt more refreshed than she had in a long time. 

She felt even warmer as she watched the children of the small folk and those of the castle play in the snow. They were eager to show her how to build a snowman, snowball, fort, and anything else they could conjure with their imaginations. The atmosphere was so reminiscent of the Water Gardens that it made her wonder why Dorne and the North had just become allies and sought allegiance. 

She smiled as Ashara tempted her husband into another dance. Elia wouldn’t be surprised if their son Jon got a new sibling soon. She was happy her friend had found someone to love and truly respected her. 

She felt bad that their wedding didn’t get the celebration it deserved. Before the war, the two had wed in secret. Only with Ned’s friend Howland Reed as a witness. 

Elia tried not to be hurt that she couldn't attend her friend's wedding, but her future had been uncertain. She was glad her friend had found a pocket of happiness for herself. 

She had offered her friend the opportunity to re-marry in the Sept of Baelor, considering the South followed the Seven. Yet, her friend had politely declined. Ashara was going to take her husband’s faith in the Old Gods. However, Elia knew there were other reasons for her declining; after all, Ned was the quietest of the Stark siblings. He probably didn’t want any more fanfare or attention brought to the family, and despite Ashara’s beauty, she knew her friend preferred a quiet life as well. 

It was rare for people in their position to form friendships with their partners and even rarer to marry for love. She was glad her friend at least had that comfort; even if a few of the bannermen of the North were discontent, they were losing another Stark to a Southern. Elia suspected it would fall on the youngest Stark, Benjen, to marry the daughter of a Northern house. She knew the Manderlys were very loyal to the Starks, but she knew the Manderlys would rather set a match for the newest granddaughter born like the Karstarks. 

Yet, despite the disgruntlement, it didn’t stop the men from partaking in the Fall Solice Feast and ale provided. Besides, she could see that Ashara’s beauty was already disarming some of the men along with her wit, given how loud the Umbers men and mountain clans laughed at her jokes. She knew the women of the mountain clans and House Morment were impressed with Ashara’s skill with the blade as somehow they had some ace throwing game up for amusement. Elia had been slightly concerned about blades being around such drunk men, but unlike the South, honor was not taken lightly, and with the presence of a Queen, things weren’t too rowdy.  

But she was glad her presence wasn’t hindering all of the celebrations. Besides, she was insistent on being Elia Martell, a friend of Ashara. If there was any shadow over the feast, it was from the second party that came to Winterfell, and it felt like the Long Night had come again. 

Elia sighed at those thoughts. Throughout the night, she could occasionally feel the sad grey eyes as she was greeted with more conversations. Some of her felt bad, but actions had consequences, and the North remembered it as something she heard frequently. 

Elia stood up from her place at the high table. She didn’t want to contribute to the feast with ill thoughts. She knew that her slight reprieve in the North would be coming to an end. She didn’t want to think about who awaited her back in King’s Landing. 

Winterfell was much easier to navigate than King’s Landing. 

Ser Jaime followed behind her at a respectful pace. She didn’t know whether to laugh that the man she could have been betrothed to had become her sworn shield and one of her true friends in King’s Landing. They both were aware that they were, for all intents and purposes, hostages during the War. And she knew most would question her on becoming friends with a Lannister. Elia was not blind to Tywin’s ambitions, but always playing the Game of Thrones was tiring. 

He was silent as he followed her to the godswood. 

She recalled Rhaenys enticing the knight in a snowball fight with the other children. She didn’t think she had ever seen her children so happy. She prayed she could convince their father to allow her to take the children to the Water Gardens. Rhaenys had been there once after she was born, but she knew her baby girl had no memory of it. 

The music of the Great Hall became fainter as she got closer to the weirwood tree. The lanterns were still lit, illuminating the pathway to the thick, mangled roots of the tree. When she first laid eyes on the massive tree, it had taken her back. She found the face craved deeply into the wood grotesque. She could only imagine the image of the face with the red sap staining its cheeks. She questioned how anyone found comfort in such a haunting image. 

Yet now, she couldn’t tell if the face was laughing or crying. It looked somber, and she prayed that the Old Gods would watch over her friend and new family. She knew they had suffered enough for others' choices.  Her prayers were interrupted by a branch snapping, which startled both her and Jamie. The latter placed his hand on his sword. 

Elia released a breath of relief as she took in the sight of Brandon Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. She recalled the first time she saw the Northman at that fated Tourney. There were whispers about him being the wild wolf of the North. He was tall, handsome, and had a smile that could disarm any maiden. Even Elia imagined she would have been disarmed if she wasn’t a married woman. 

She could only imagine that Brandon used his ruggedness to his advantage. She could recall how he had saunter over to where she sat with Ashara. At first, she was in slight disbelief a man with a known betrothal would ask for the hand from a single lady. Yet, he had approached her on behalf of his very shy younger brother. 

And it pained Elia to admit she tried her best not to think much about the Starks, considering what happened after the tourney. 

She hadn’t even wanted Rhaegar to attend Brandon’s wedding to Catelyn Tully. Yet, with the North forming alliances with the South and the marriage between two great houses, someone from the crown needed to be there. 

No one could have known the folly that Rhaegar and Lyanna would cause. Brandon should have been enjoying newlywed bliss, but after one night with his wife the next day, his sister and the Prince were noticeably absent the following morning. 

The second time she saw Brandon Stark was when he stormed King’s Landing, demanding the Prince’s head. She didn’t know whether to consider the man bold or stupid. Yet, when all the dust settled, she wondered if he regretted leaving his wife's comfort. 

Elia stood from her perch of the mangled root. “I hope I am not intruding, Lord Stark.”

The man was quiet as he appraised her. “The old Gods aren’t discriminating. I hope they were able to provide you some comfort.”

Comfort was a luxury Elia hadn’t known since the start of her marriage. Elia turned towards Jaime, “Ser Jaime, you are dismissed for the night. You can enjoy the remainder of the party.”

She could tell both men were surprised, but neither commented vocally.

Jaime left reluctantly while Brandon stood tall and still. His grey eyes gave away nothing. No longer was he the boy who stood defiant in front of King Aerys, wanting his sister back. He did show all his anger and contempt for Rhaegar. The wolf’s teeth were bared then. 

She heard whispers that he was now a timid, tamed wolf. The flames of Aerys and Rhaegar burned him. 

“I would like to thank you for the kindness the North has shown me during my stay.”

Brandon didn’t speak at first but moved closer to the godswood and laid a flattened palm against the roots. 

“It’s your husband we don’t care for,” he replied boldly. Maybe he wasn’t timid at all. She could recall when he was finally released from the black cells after Rhaegar’s victory at the Trident. Despite his body showing the physical toll of captivity, she felt, if warranted, that he could have struck Rhaegar down as the truth was revealed all around them. 

She knew the only reason Brandon had been calm was because of Ned and the knowledge of his newborn son, Robb Stark, waiting for him at Riverrun, partially an orphaned. She could recall the day the news leaked to King’s Landing of Catelyn’s pregnancy and, eventually, the tragedy of the birthing bed. Aerys had been most delighted to share that news with the young Lord. 

But she could tell that Brandon and most likely all the North despised the new King. Not even Lyanna could drench that anger. After all, considering the cold welcome Lyanna had received for the feast, which was also a delayed celebration of Ned’s wedding and the birth of his heir, it seemed that Lyanna was no longer part of the pack. 

She knew that even with how much Ned had tried to seek harmony with his sister, it wasn’t the same. She knew Lyanna tried to converse about little Robb and little Jon and wanted to be an Aunt to the boys. She knew letters to the North were never answered. Ned would never answer on Brandon's behalf. 

As much as Elia wanted to intervene for the sake of Aegon, the tense relations with the North were something her husband needed to rectify. She bled enough for him. 

“Besides, you are not at fault for the actions done to you by others. If the South cannot appreciate you how you deserve, at least the North can - will.” Brandon continued with honesty. 

Brute words were a refresher compared to the honey words she was constantly surrounded by. 

“The hospitality is much appreciated, Lord Stark.”

“Brandon, your Grace. Please call me Brandon. We are practically family now,” drawled in that thick Northern accent. Ned’s wasn’t as thick, which she suspected due to his fostering from the Vale. 

But Brandon’s voice was a thick rumble that made the hairs on her neck stand up. She smiled. “I suggest you call me Elia in private as well.” Elia made herself comfortable back on the roots of the weirwood. She inhaled the fresh air. “It is lovely here, Brandon.”

“Ready to swap the sand for snow?” 

Elia’s heart warmed at the mention of her home. Not King’s Landing, but of Dorne and its warmth and the sand. “I believe little Robb would enjoy the Water Gardens immensely.” Elia wasn’t foolish enough to entertain an offer of a visit. She knew Brandon had no plans to go below the Neck and suspected he would not be fostering his son either. 

“Yes, the Water Gardens. Ashara speaks fondly of them. It’s how you two met, correct?”

Elia nodded. “Yes, all children of Dorne are sent there no matter their station.”

“Maybe, one day…” Brandon paused and released a breath. “Maybe one day, Robb could see Dorne with his uncle and cousin.”

“He’s a lovely child. I never met such a small one with such manners.” Elia commented. The two-year-old had been nothing but a proper little lad. At first, she couldn’t see any of Brandon in the boy with Tully’s coloring. However, she had watched the boy with the other kids - the girls - and she saw a flash of Brandon Stark as the boy smiled and preened in the attention of the older girls, especially her Rhaenys. 

Brandon huffed. “I imagine he gets that from his mother. Gods know I didn’t act like that as a child.”

“Did you know Lady Catelyn well?”

Brandon scratched his beard. “To be honest, I didn’t want the betrothal. But I knew my duty, and it wasn’t Catelyn’s fault. I…the day of the wedding, I was a miserable prick…but that night I had with her, it could have been something. I have Robb now, but she should be here, and I only wonder if I didn’t…run off maybe -”

Elia didn’t think as she grabbed Brandon’s hand. “You can’t think like that, Brandon. Don’t pick at that scab. The birthing bed…is always precarious for us women, and you can honor Lady Catelyn by raising her son to be a good and honorable man.”

Brandon squeezed her hand before he realized the position and snatched it away. “Sorry, Princess, I mean your Grace.”

“Nothing to apologize for.”

“I would like to thank you for accepting Ned. He always speaks so fondly of you…considering the damage my family has done -”

“Please, don’t apologize for the actions of others,” Elia interrupted. As much as Aerys was responsible for the discontent the realm was facing and planted the seeds, Rhaegar had watered those seeds and nurtured what happened. 

For Elia to play her role, she didn’t know it was best not to pry on to the honeyed reasons Rhaegar has told the betrothed Stark girl. It didn’t matter, considering what the actions had brought. It would not erase the pain she had felt. 

It wouldn’t change that Elia had to bear the consequences of their actions, not them. 

And she didn’t want to linger on them or the pain of their past. It was a well she was tired of drinking from. 

Instead, Elia pointed up at the cluster of stars above them. “Tell me the tales of your stars,” she requested from the wolf. 

Brandon obliged her, and it seemed all so simple for a moment. She wasn’t a betrayed Queen, and Brandon wasn’t a battered wolf. 

She was just Princess Elia Martell of Dorne, and he was Brandon Stark, the wild wolf of Winterfell. 

Elia didn’t know what it meant when Ashara discreetly passed her a letter. She and Ned stopped by King’s Landing before heading to Starfall, but she wasn’t surprised. 

The only thing she was surprised by was that Brandon Stark had a gift for poetry.

[masterlist] Note: This was actually the original chapter for Elia Week 2024, so think of it as a prequel to the first chapter posted. Also, I am posting early as I will not be near a computer tomorrow. I hope you guys enjoyed this!

[martellspear]

*ೃ༄ aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist? From a sweet friendship, love blossoms — [Elia x Ashara Modern!AU]

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

Op… you make a lot of interesting claims in this post. To get the facts straight before I go on a rant… 1) George claims that Rhaegar was a love struck prince 2) the books don’t mention anything about any marriages being annulled/anyone being set aside 3) seems like Dorne has no issue with Rhaegar and 4) Ned literally never thinks anything bad about Rhaegar… but thinks ill of Robert.

First off, a man trapped in a duty bound marriage and finding love outside that marriage is completely different from a whoremonger shouting about his love while visiting brothels whenever he could. And guess what… Ned straight up thinks that Rhaegar didn’t seem like someone who’d visit brothels. Robert and Rhaegar couldn’t be any more different.

And when did Lyanna want to be wild and free? When is it ever said that Rhaegar locked her in the tower of joy and that Lyanna was a prisoner?

Ned never even alludes to there being any truth in any of these claims. What we do know is that Lyanna greatly resembles Arya in looks and personality… and Arya wants to be a high septon and kings counselor, meaning Arya wants to have a position of power and not be reduced to a baby making machine. Going off of that… it seems like Lyanna didn’t want to be “wild and free,” she just wanted to be treated with respect. The only reason Arya is even treated like she’s wild is because she doesn’t conform to the Westerosi standards for highborn women.

And of course she’d feel miserable when she heard Aerys killed her brother and father. Aerys. Not Rhaegar. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she felt guilt about what happened, but in the end it was Aerys who brutally killed them. And then Rhaegar goes to protect his family and dies, and then Rhaegar’s family is brutally killed and then Lyanna dies. George did claim that the greatest love stories are the tragedies (i may be misremembering but i know he said something along the lines of that lmao).

Op, you claim that Rhaelyas love would’ve died after getting news of the Starks deaths, and then you try to suggest that Rhaegar may have been keeping Lyanna isolated from news in Dorne… like please pick a story to go with! And Rhaelyas love dying or Lyanna not being kept updated on what was going on outside of Dorne just doesn’t seem to be true. When reading Neds chapters, it seems like Lyanna was fully aware of what happened to Rhaegar’s children and Elia… as Lyanna pleaded with Ned like how Sansa pleaded with Ned to not kill Lady (hope i’m not misremembering here lol). And Rhaegar dying with a woman’s name on his lips (likely Lyanna’s name) and Lyanna clutching a winter rose (this may just be symbolism for baby Jon tbh) until she passed away seems to contradict your belief that their love died.

Also, where are you getting the “Rhaegar would suggest to set aside his kids and wife to marry Lyanna” from? The show? You mention how Lyanna would not be okay with this, and I agree that Lyanna would never be fine with setting Elia and Elia’s children aside. But even thinking that Rhaegar would ever even suggest setting aside Elia and his children is bonkers. Like seriously… there was so much tension between Aerys and Rhaegar that the Royal court was said to have begun looking like the situation before the Dance of the Dragons. And Dorne was Rhaegar’s greatest support! Why would it make any sense for him to annul his marriage with Elia? And please remember that during the sack Rhaenys hid under her fathers bed. The text supports him loving his kids/his child who wasn’t a baby seeking to be protected by him so why would he endanger them and their positions? (and no, disappearing with Lyanna for awhile isn’t him endangering his family. Aerys was the one who endangered his family (hot take brandon was the one who endangered the starks like wth was he thinking???). and tbh it seems like Aerys knew exactly where to find Rhaegar so did Rhaegar and Lyanna even disappear? or were they just keeping their location a secret from the rebels? the rebels who ended up killing Rhaegar’s family?)

I will say that how op first started to characterize Lyanna is something I agree with, her being principled, noble, honorable, and just with a sensitive side seems to be true, but then op goes on to continue to claim that Lyanna was wild and that she had little regard as to how other people perceived her. There’s no reason for us to believe that she didn’t care about what others thought of her or that she was wild and wanted freedom more than anything, it just seems like she dared to tread away from what was expected of Westerosi highborn women and that she didn’t want to be married to Robert. And guess what… Robert ended up being an abuser! *gasp* Lyanna dear… you clocked Robert right away.

And seriously… how does any of what op mentioned back up their claim that Lyanna would never resign herself to the position of a mistress? Is being a mistress/paramour really that bad? Does it truly seem like Lyanna would look down on those women? Her mini me Arya doesn’t look down on the courtesans of Braavos who occupy a similar position as mistresses in society. And it seems like plenty of noblewomen have been mistresses in the past and they are still as respected as a woman can be in Westerosi society. Missy Blackwood and Elaena Targaryen are right there. And Op, if Lyanna was Rhaegar’s mistress, why would you think that Lyanna couldn’t have been happy? Are we going to doubt Ellarias happiness and her love of Oberyn because they weren’t married? Should I doubt Rhaenyra and Harwins happiness because Rhaenyra was married to Laenor? Rhaegar and Elias marriage was not a love match. And if Rhaegar and Lyanna did marry… ever wonder if polygamy was introduced as a Valyrian practice by George to hint at Rhaegar taking a second wife? Should I now doubt Rhaenys and Aegons happiness and love because Rhaenys was Aegons second wife?

Now can we please stop acting like two people married due to duty have any reason to love each other? Nedcat seems to be an exception in Westeros. Lyanna and Rhaegar falling in love isn’t ruining Elia and Rhaegar’s marriage when love wasn’t there in the first place.

haha my whole post is a bit messy i just wanted to get my thoughts out :)

fuckkkk i want to tag more (my tags are a mess lmao no i’ve not gone through them and no they will not make any sense)

[nightingale2004]

GOT FANS I SUMMON YOU!

I need you to tell me what would happen if shortly after Elia found out about Rhaegar's "fascination" with Lyanna and before Elia and her family were about to meet their demise, Ashara came in and helped them escape and they all lived in hiding together with Ashara and Elia being mothers to Rhaenys and Aegon.

I need to know what the story here would be like. And idk why, but something tells me that if Rhaegar was still alive, I don't think he'd care enough to go find them.

ELIA AND HER CHILDREN DESERVE BETTER AND DEFINITELY DESERVE A BETTER PARENT THAN RHAEGAR

[blissfulphilospher]

“I am the queen, king’s wife. You will show me the respect as such.” the Lady Lyanna almost hissed, her hands fisted clutching the skirts of her red gown.

Rhaenys done with the blabbering woman stepped a little closer to her, at three and ten she was tall as the lady in front of her “I recognize no queen but my mother. The true wife of the king in the face of gods and men.”

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Cersei Lannister was beautiful just like her twin brother, she smiled beautifully and hugged Rhaenys as the girl rose “You look just like your mother Lady Rhaenys Waters.”

“Thank you. You are a beauty yourself too, your grace.” Rhaenys spoke smiling but the queen’s smile vanished. The former princess knew her words and what the older woman meant.

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Something changed in the older woman and she tensed “Will he kill me if I displease him?” she asked worriedly, words whispered in high valyrian.

Poor thing, King Rhaegar has his name mixed with dirt. “No, he is a loving husband and a good king but still a man. And man can be monsters.” She said what she wanted say and Queen Eloise nodded understanding what she wanted to understand.

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Rhaenys sharply looked at Margaery Tyrell, a sixteen year old girl smiling prettily at her, mocking her “The Rose of Highgarden has filled this court with her essence. I pray it spreads for years filling king’s arms with lots of prince's he desires.” Rhaenys spoke in monotone, with a blank expression on her face.

Margaery Tyrell got up from her seat giving her a sweet poisonous smile “I will perform my duties as a queen, as a wife with great responsibility as I am sure you will do as a subject to the realm. And see you are my daughter now!” She spoke all thorny smile and linked her arms through king’s.

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“Queen Ashara. It’s so good to see you again after all those years.” Overwhelmed with emotions Rhaenys bowed as they met in Queens Ballroom.

The elder woman took long strides and hugged her “You used to call me Aunt Ash, Princess Rhaenys. Your mother misses you greatly but she is very proud of the wonderful woman you have become.” She praised and in her voice there was no fakeness.

[laurellerual]

Do you do pre-ASOIAF fanart? If so, would you be ok with drawing the Amethyst Empress and the Bloodstone Emperor or Aegon V's sisters meeting Dunk since they have yet to show up in the Dunk and Egg books?

I've never drawn the characters you mention, but who knows. Maybe one day... if I get a cool idea about them.

Here I leave you the pre-ASOIAF fanart I made.

On the Age of Heroes: Crowns

On Aegon's Conquest: Planning the conquest, Dark Sisters, Three Rhaenys'

On F&B: Harwin x Rhaenyra, Cregan Stark

On Robert's Rebellion: The Vale, Ashara Dayne, Lyanna Stark, Lyanna and Elia, The royal family, The Knight of the Laughing Tree, The triangle, Promise me, Tower of Joy

[fvckinaphrodite]

The Second Dance of the Dragons

Got/ASOIAF fanfiction

summary:

When King Aerys II dreams about a maid of winter who dances under the sun and snow, about beasts of fire that rule the sky and land from the sand of Sunspear to the ice of the Wall, he knows that he has found a perfect bride for his son.

And rue the day the House of the Dragons is denied its mother! Mariah Stark shall be cloaked with black and red, under the Targaryen's banner of the three headed dragon of the Conqueror and his sister-wives. From her womb shall be borne the Prince That Was Promised, and his will be the Song of Ice and Fire.

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"He told me about this prophecy... About a song of ice and fire and a prince that was promised."

"More like a song of ashes and bones, it seems. Thousands will die for it."

"Will? 'Tis already happening, Princess."

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In which Rhaegar Targaryen annuls his marriage to Mariah Stark and bastardizes their children, for he loves her sister more he tears the realm apart.

You can read it here.