Elia's Empowerment Chapter 1
The End is Coming, mused Princess Elia Martell; Targaryen, Elia reminded herself. Prince Rhaegar may have perished from Robert Baratheon's Warhammer but Rhaegar was still her husband. I'll be joining him soon in any case. The Princess had been barricaded into her bedchambers by the few remaining knights not currently being slaughtered by Lord Tywin Lannister's army. Elia swaddled her babe around her arms; tears flowing down her face as she thought about her eldest child, Rhaenys will die alone. She pleaded, begged, demanded and challenged the honour and manliness of these knights into saving her daughter, possibly anywhere in the Red Keep and possibly dead right now, but all four knights repeated the King's order: "We mustn't leave your sight until the Lannister's are destroyed."
Elia was distraught but unsurprised by the fact that each knight, each looking as different as the four seasons of the world, recited this command perfectly. Aerys will burn them if they don't follow his command to the letter. Then Elia gave a bitter bark of a laugh. More like Tywin will burn Aerys now or sell him to the Usurper.
Elia had no illusions that Robert would claim the throne, and under even less illusions that Robert knew that his reign would be more secure if Rhaegar's heirs were dead. Dead children cannot fight back. She had no idea if her brothers, the cautious Prince Doran or the bold Prince Oberyn, would even be riding North to King's Landing after her husband's defeat and death. A high proportion of Dorne's army had marched to the Trident with her husband and they were defeated and most likely bent the knee to Robert already. Word might not have even reached Doran yet that Robert was closing in on the Capital. She would miss them both, but particularly Oberyn. Elia knew for a fact that Oberyn would rage and scheme to avenge her. He will make himself miserable his whole life. As much as she hated Lord Tywin, she did not want her brother's life to be twisted with hate. Most of all she wished she told Oberyn the truth, that he was the only man she could ever truly love.
Elia sensed that the drawbridge keeping the Castle safe would be scaled any moment, and as she contemplated the emptiness of her life leading up to her family's inevitable slaughter she spied a glowing ring from the table of her bedchamber. Elia was stunned into seeing such a fantastical scene in the middle of an all too real slaughter. Am I growing Mad? Elia had to compose herself, but she remembered that this ring was given to her by her mother during her wedding on Dragonstone. Her mother whispered that this ring was given to her by a sailor seeking her favour after supposedly returning from the Dooms of Valyria but definitely on the gallows after a drunken brawl went bad in the streets of Sunspear. Whether her mother truly believed that this man ever saw the scorched ruins of the Dragonlord's Freehold is debatable, the Valyrian Steel that the ring was made of was not debatable however, with its wonderful array of Rubies, Gold, Emeralds and Sapphires to complement the rare Valyrian Steel. It was more beautiful than any ring either woman ever saw and this prize allowed the sailor to leave Sunspear alive.
The Ring was glowing stronger as she was getting nearer to the table, and by the time she put it on, a stream of bright red light had clouded her mind. A strange chorus of an even stranger language was being sung by a chorus of angelic voices. It was definitely not the tongue of Old Valyria, Elia surmised as her Maester had taught her a passable amount of High Valyrian during her childhood. Elia couldn't truly understand what the chorus was singing about but it felt like they were singing: "Help, Help, You need Help." Elia's tears were gone. Her beautiful face became calm and serene, despite the barricades beginning to be pounded into. Elia took a deep breath and commanded:
"Give me the power to live, save my children and to smite my enemy's. Give me the true power of the Gods."
The knights looked at her like she had become mad from the horrors outside, but Elia didn't heed them as a great feeling of power surged through her body.
Her elaborate dress grew tight and then tighter as she noticed her limbs growing taller. The knights around her had forgotten about the door and stared agape at the incredible scenes. The Princess who was significantly shorter than any of the knights around her, had begun to grow taller than any of the men in the room. Her robes ripped off her body and her olive coloured breasts hung proudly over the knights as she ascended over nine feet tall. Despite the euphoria of the magnificent feeling of her growth, she noticed that her babe, Prince Aegon was not growing with her as she cried to one of the knights:
"Take the prince!"
One knight was bold enough to take Aegon from her continuously growing limbs. As the babe left her arms, her growth had begun to accelerate.
Her height speed up and within moments her head had reached the ceiling of her bedchambers, she had grown 15 feet and made her protectors look like mere toys. The barricade had burst open and the Lannister soldiers decked in their blood red armour took one look at the growing princess, and in her euphoric ecstasy she gave one look of sharp defiance back at the soldiers, gave a mocking laugh and they then ran back down the stairs. This is Heaven, Elia thought as she began making strides which were so strong they burst through the floor beneath her, she was rising even quicker and was at least 50 feet tall as she burst through the castle tower and saw the glorious light outside the tower and into the burning city. Elia saw that Kings Landing was being sacked. She picked up the knights, each of them staring through the crater sized hole in the tower at her gigantic nudeness. The birth of two royal children had not diminished her natural beauty, and Elia felt a quick smirk as her ginormous pussy loomed over the knights. Her pubic hair looked like a huge tangled garden as her height speed up. Elia knelt down at the knights and told them:
"Get on my hand."
Despite trepidation the knights did as she asked, with Prince Aegon in toll, and they all climbed onto Elia's hand and soared through the air as she slowly stood back up, marvelled at seeing all of the city and simply said:
"I am a Giantess."
Elia looked down through the castle and saw her daughter, Princess Rhaenys, being dragged out from under her father's bed. Rhaenys was screaming and her face red from tears. However in the brief moment before Elia could announce herself, she noticed that this Lannister brute was staring at her. In her rage Elia grew again and reached 500 feet, and her incredibly large face blotted out all light in Rhaegar's bedchamber and she roared at the red caped gnat:
"LEAVE MY DAUGHTER ALONE!"
The Lannister man at arms collapsed on the ground crying in hysteria, as Elia gently picked up the bed with preposterous ease. Princess Rhaenys stared up at her gigantic mother and her tears immediately dried up. Her childish face turned into a mirror of awe and wonderment and she quickly began to laugh. Elia gently laughed back at her precious daughter, moved her hand down and softly whispered:
"Climb up my hand."
Rhaenys did just that and Elia softly rose up until she was at full size. She stared intently at her daughter, extremely relieved at her safety, as well as the fact that through this miracle she was able to save both of her children, the true joys of her life. Elia gave a soft smile over her incredibly small daughter and whispered softly:
"I'll never let them hurt you again."
Rhaenys began to talk, so Elia moved her ear closer to Rhaenys and heard Rhaenys saying in a giddy, breathless childish voice: "I love you Mamma."
Elia's heart fluttered inside her and as she began to choke up Elia replied: "I love you with all my heart."
As Elia began to compose herself, she stared towards the city, and saw what must have been the Rebels by the gates of the city. Elia felt rage but realised that the safety of her children was paramount so she walked over to the gates of the city. She had begun to grow again and quickly doubled her height. By now she noticed the looters, the soldiers, the knights, the innocent and the evil staring up at her. She didn't want her children to see her nakedness but as long as they were on her hand they wouldn't see anything they shouldn't. The other people in the city she could not care less about if they saw her nakedness. Elia moved out of the city, but as she spied a group of Lannister soldiers running out of the Keep she made a short step and crushed them with her towering feet. Elia laughed as the reflexes of the dead men tickled her soft, sensitive soles and she cried out:
"THAT TICKLES, WHO WOULD KNOW THAT LANNISTER'S COULD BE SO AMUSING TO ME?"
By now pandemonium hit the streets of the Capital as everyone was in a complete panic trying to run through the packed city attempting to escape from the towering Princess. Elia grew again and rose and rose, soaring above the clouds. Elia was in awe at the serenity of the skies and how far she could see over. This is what it must feel like flying through the air on a Dragon. Then she corrected herself. I am not a Dragon. I am something more. Elia continued her ascent until she reached over 6000 feet tall. Elia saw the Narrow Sea and the lands around her, as if she had stepped on a Maester's map. I must be at least a mile tall. Wow.
Despite her obvious awe shown from her parting lips, Elia was very careful not to step on anyone who wasn't a Lannister, as well as making sure her children and their protectors remained on her hand, luckily as she grew they drifted ever closer to the centre of her hand. Elia had stepped out of the City walls. She peered down at those in King's Landing and commanded:
"LISTEN TO ME!"
Everyone, enemy and friend had stopped their chaotic scrambling and stared intently at the royal Giantess. Elia had a look of pride at the sudden silence and a smirk rose from her lips. Despite her nakedness, she heard no voice over the insect like dwellers of the city. Elia cleared her throat, leaned over to her people as her marvellous breasts loomed over the sky and hid the light like an eclipse and then announced:
"PEOPLE OF KING'S LANDING, A GREAT INJUSTICE HAVE OCCURRED BY THE TREACHEROUS LANNISTER'S. I AM A PEACEFUL WOMAN AND WANT TO RESTORE THIS BURNING CITY TO GREATNESS AND ALLOW ITS PEOPLE TO LIVE IN PEACE AND PROSPERITY."
She noticed that the terrified citizens had begun to look less fearful and even heard a few isolated cheers as she leaned closer at the people. Elia cooed at the cheer and rose up and edged closer to the ruins of the Red Keep, willing to get down to business.
"WHERE IS KING AERYS? I WISH TO TALK TO HIM."
She moved her hand over the ceiling of the throne room, gently moved the ceiling and squinted at the floor as she noticed a very small bearded man with miniscule blood marks, looking like an ant slaughtered in battle. She realised the King was dead but saw neither witnesses nor the killer either. They murdered him. Elia felt no grief. Aerys allowed his Queen and their youngest Prince Viserys to flee to Dragonstone after Rhaegar's death but not Elia or her children for fears of Dorne betraying the crown. Elia's face contorted to anger and began to grow again. The panic stricken people began running again as Elia quickly but safely crept back out of the City to avoid crushing the people with her ever growing feet. Elia stood back up after the growth stopped and announced:
"KING AERYS IS DEAD. BY ROYAL PRECEDENT MY SON AEGON IS KING."
She noticed a strange confusion as she strained her eyes at the people who once again stared up at her. She realised that she must have doubled in size during her growth and thought: They can't believe I would hand power to my son. Aegon, as well as being a babe, was as small as his subjects but Elia didn't care, she loved her children with all her heart, no matter how small they were to her. Elia began to speak again, but focused primarily on Robert's troops and the Lannister betrayers:
"THE WAR IS OVER, I WILL ACCEPT AN HONOURABLE SURRENDER FROM THE LORDS BARATHEON, STARK, TULLY AND ARRYN. HOWEVER LORD TYWIN…"
Elia stared at the ground of the Lannister's trying to be inconspicuous by the ruins of the Red Keep. Elia allowed herself a spiteful smile.
"IF LORD TYWIN IS NOT BROUGHT TO ME NOW, I WILL EXECUTE ALL LANNISTER SOLDIERS WITH MY GIGANTIC AND EVER SO FINE FEET, IF I MAY SAY SO MYSELF, LIKE BEETLES."
Elia began to laugh, but not too hard as she was always mindful of her children on her hand. Elia leaned back down and allowed herself an even bigger smile as she noticed a gang of tiny people dragging a single tiny man as a few of them feebly trying to protect him. Lord Tywin has lost all his power. Quickly they dragged him close as she reached her hand out and picked Lord Tywin up with her free hand. Picking up her enemy amused Elia to a great extent and she smiled as she squinted closer and closer until it was recognisably Lord Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West, the former Hand of the King, the richest Lord in Westeros and now her prisoner.
"LORD TYWIN." Elia announced but quickly thought of something else. She did not want to accidentally confuse her delightful children with the vile Tywin Lannister due to the now almost indistinguishable size difference and frankly they did not need to see what she will do to Lannister. Elia began taking a few steps out of the city as she deposited her children a safe distance from the capital. She dropped her hand to the floor and let her children and the knights off her hand; she dropped her colossal head next to her daughter and whispered:
"Mummy needs to deal with a few things, stay here and please don't look at Mummy's nakedness, only my face please."
She scooted her ear to the ground as her daughter replied: "Yes Mamma."
Elia briefly softened because of her daughter's love and acceptance of her newfound power and height. She is my little angel. Gods I hope she will never see me as anything other than her protector.
Elia stepped a few paces forward after her peaceful thoughts and stared at the prisoner on her hands.
"NOW THAT THE IMPORTANT THINGS LIKE PROTECTING MY CHILDREN ARE OUT OF THE WAY, NOW I CAN DEAL WITH YOU."
She struggled even straining but can tell Lord Tywin attempting to muster as much dignity as he can.
"NOW LORD TYWIN, UNLIKE YOU, I AM NOT A MONSTER. I WILL NOT DECIMATE THE WESTERLANDS AS LONG AS YOUR HEIR BENDS THE KNEE."
Tywin must have been mouthing something but the Giantess would not dignify him by listening,
"YOUR SON TYRION MUST BEND THE KNEE AND I WILL NOT CRUSH HOUSE LANNISTER. LITERALLY AS YOU CAN NO DOUBT IMAGINE. YOU HOWEVER…"
Elia paused; a smirk appeared over her magnificent face.
"I WILL DESTROY YOU, I WILL MAKE YOU KISS MY FEET, I WILL SHOVE YOU UP MY ASSHOLE WHERE YOU BELONG, YOU WILL BECOME NOTHING BUT MY PLAYTHING."
Lord Tywin reduced to such nothingness make Elia smile, to prove this status Elia had a wicked thought.
"LORD TYWIN YOU WILL MOVE IN TO YOUR NEW HOME."
She giggled as she stuck Lord Tywin in her puckering Asshole, she deposited him legs first and had him stuck there. The crush should have killed him, but she felt that Tywin was still alive wriggling around in complete agony and humiliation; she giggled and kept moaning:
"STOP TICKLING ME!" Has the Ring given me more powers than I realised? Elia thought between her laughs, as much fun as she was having she didn't want to appear wicked to the citizens of King's Landing so she went back to the outposts of the City. I need to show mercy. Elia drew back to the City Walls and as she towered over her audience she announced:
"LORD TYWIN IS THE EXCEPTION TO THE RULE. I WILL NEVER HARM THE INNOCENT OR THOSE LOYAL TO THE THRONE. I SOLEMLY SWEAR TO THE OLD GODS AND THE NEW THAT I WILL NEVER HARM LYANNA STARK EITHER. I WISH TO BEGIN THE NEGOTIATIONS WITH THE REBELS AT ONCE, MAY THEIR LEADER WALK TO ME."
Elia began to think about the future, she would eventually have to confront Lyanna Stark. She could be a Targaryen now, the Dragon's never truly outlawed Polygamy. What would she say? What would she do? She had just given her word not to harm her, but that does not mean she would love her either. I should give her to her brother most like or to Lord Robert. Let them both suffer each other. Lord Robert was another she needed to deal with. Should I kill my husband's killer? It would be expected, he was a rebel after all. But she offered him the chance to surrender as well, and Elia cannot imagine anyone rebelling against her son's rule now. A sign of peace may be more beneficial than an act of spite. Queen Rhaella may disagree, but she was safely in Dragonstone dealing with her pregnancy. The Gods giveth and the Gods taketh away.
Thinking of her own spite, as much as she hated Lord Tywin, Elia thought how Ser Jaime Lannister would take his father's punishment; Ser Jaime will take this terribly, but he is a Kingsguard. Ser Jaime was young, callow, and arrogant; but he swore to marry no wife, father no children or hold land in order to live his life for the King, and that commitment should never be forgotten or taken for granted. Elia did note that he did fail Aerys as he was murdered in the slaughter. Ser Jaime will be allowed to bring some honour back to the name Lannister, and possibly reduce Tywin's agony if he remains loyal to his King. If he tries anything with Aegon or Rhaenys though, Casterly Rock will be crushed to the ground.
Elia's pondering of the future was cut short as while she looked over to the gates of the city, still intact somehow, she noticed a lone man walking slowly. A Brave Man. Elia stood perfectly straight, all two miles of her glorious frame stood proudly like a mountain; her olive skin gleamed through by the heavy rays of the sun, her long brown hair floating over the sky like rays of sunshine itself, and her ginormous breasts arched over like a relic of the divine. By the time this solitary man had reached her toes she began to bend down and put her hand on the ground and saw the man climbing up her nail to reach her finger. Elia slowly rose as she cupped her hands to protect him, and lodged him into her left ear. After some time Elia whispered:
"And who is it I am speaking with?"
