βPrincess Elia was a good woman, Your Grace. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart and a sweet wit. I know the prince was very fond of her.β β Barristan Selmy
Elia Martell
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Elia didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her husband. A smile spread across her lips when he presses a kiss to her cheek. Making her heart flutter in her chest, he was a good man.
"I love you, Rhaegar. I only want the absolute best for you."
Rhaegar did not say anything, he was not sure if he could find the right words to convey what he was feeling after she had said that.
The prince soon went to wrap his arms around her, holding her close in the embrace.
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"That you are more than just your title and your name. Nymeria did what she had to for herself and her people, not for crown."
Elia leaned forward and rested her hand over his heart.
"You are nothing like your father, my love. I see a man who will make a good King."
Even if he had spent all his days reading all the scrolls he seemed to favor, it had seemed like the prince himself had much to learn.
He had found himself raising his brow as he looked at his wife for a few moments.
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Her hands, once folded, now brushed lightly against the sill, steadying herself against the thought.
"Nymeria did not follow the tide, she made it. And perhaps there is something in that, that even a prince of your name might learn from.β
Elia gave a small, knowing smile, the kind that carried both warmth and quiet pride.
βYes, she was more than a warrior. She was a leader, a mother, a bridge between her people and ours. Every choice she made shaped the Dorne you see today.β +
His gaze remained on hers as he listened to her speak. Usually he would settle on reading about it, but he found her explanation much more interesting and relaxing.
"...and she married your family's ancestor and made House Nymeros Martell. That much of the tale I do remember."
Her dark eyes searched his, steady and unflinching.
βShe did not wait for prophecy to crown her. She made her own fate, with fire and will. And she did not stand alone she chose her allies wisely, and ruled beside them, not beneath them.β
βIn Dorne, we are raised on the tale of Princess Nymeria. A warrior queen who crossed the sea not for glory, but for survival. She burned her own ships upon arrival not out of madness, but certainty. There would be no retreat. Only forward.β +
Folding her hands behind her back, she walked along side of him. A small smile graces her lips.
"I miss the beauty of the flowers back in Dorne. Nightshade is beautiful and my favorite.
What's yours, ser Jaime?"
βEveryone enjoys a good flower, no?β
Following soon after, the Knight would happily join her side, a casual glance over towards her.
βWhatβs your favourite?β
As soon as the melody filled the air, her eyes closed and she smiled softly. He played so beautifully that she couldn't help but allow the music to ease her mind.
Resting her chin against her palm, Elia smiles faintly while she watches him. Most days when her mood was down; he could play a song and she would feel better.