A/N: I would like to thank 'Failed to De-anon', my cool and awesome beta, for proof reading my one-shot for any grammar mistakes. She is totally the BEST! Her stories for Elia Martell are AMAZING! She's the reason why I am so in love with Elia Martell Targaryen, so please check her stories out!

Anyway, This one-shot plot takes place after Harrenhal. I needed to add Elia Martell into the GoT archive cause Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen was in it and so it kind of pissed me off to the point where I decided to write. And thus, this story was born. Although there are many theories involving this plot, this is my own. Elia's name deserves to be in the archive. She's the most bravest and the most interesting character besides Sansa and Myrcella, that I love in the whole wide world. So Please, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own A Song of Ice and Fire, if I did, Elia and her children wouldn't have met a cruel end.


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Aegon's cries could be heard throughout the whole castle.

He was hungry.

Tired and sleepy, I stood up from my comfortable bed and attended to him straight away. Picking up my baby boy from his basinet, I peeked through the window to see that it was still night out though I could hear the birds in the trees singing and chirping, signaling that the sun would soon come out to play. I carried Aegon and sat down on the wooden rocking chair that my brother, Prince Doran, sent as a gift.

"Shhhhh, mother is here, my little prince", I whispered, gently settling him against my chest. I unlaced the ribbons from the front of my dress that held my bosom and lifted my left breast to Aegon's small mouth. He fussed a bit and as if he smelt the milk, his little mouth latched on to the nipple of my breast and suckled greedily.

I sighed and let my son feed in peace, with the chair rocking gently.

Thoughts from what had happened a month ago, Rhaegar winning the tourney and the events following his victory, came rushing back in.

Flashback:

He strode past me, not once looking my way, towards the Stark she-wolf and laid the blue winter roses on her lap, crowning her his Queen of Love and Beauty. Whispers erupted amongst the crowd, floating in the air.

"I'm going to fucking kill him!" my brother, Oberyn, whispered in rage next to me. To stop him from doing something rash and foolish, I placed my hand against his lap and whispered to him, "Don't".

He looked angry at first then he softened his gaze when he saw that I was stoic and unmoved by the whole ordeal. I am a princess after all and wife to the heir of the Kingdom, I must act as such.

My heart sank when I saw the young girl blush, her eyes on the beautiful roses. She then looked at Rhaegar. A huge blanket of silence fell upon the crowd as the prince, my husband, smiled at the young Stark girl. It remained like that for a small moment.

Then Aegon started to cry, disturbing everyone; including myself from the weary silence the show caused.

The whole crowd's eyes fell heavily upon me and Aegon.

Rhaegar caught my gaze, his indigo eyes dark. Not showing any emotion upon my face other than worry for my son, I looked away from Rhaegar and got up from my seat, settled Aegon properly against my chest, whispered to Oberyn to remain behind and headed down the steps and out of the arena, with my ladies following me.

I ignored the looks of pity on everyone's faces; their eyes staring after me and my son.

"Shhhh, my son", I whispered, "I am here".

End of Flashback.

Though I didn't show it to anyone, not even to my closest friend, Ashara, I can still remember the anger I felt that day. Of course I was upset, what wife wouldn't? But most of all, I was hurt. Deeply hurt. I had thought that he felt the same way for me as I do for him.

I was wrong.

He wasn't in love with me. He was in love with another.

Lyanna Stark.

The whole Seven Kingdoms are now bustling with the news and stories of what had happened that day. I can't even walk in peace without people whispering behind my back or glancing at me with pity through their beady little eyes.

I think I hate you Rhaegar. I wish I did. I really wish I could hate you but I can't. There is a little traitor here beneath my breast that refuses to let go of the love I have for you.

The sting of hurt started to fill my heavy heart once more as I think back to what Maester Pycelle said to me, the day Aegon was born. He told me that I couldn't have any more babies, for if I were to become pregnant again, I would surely die. No doubt he must have told my husband about it.

It is probably why he is doing this. To get a third head for his dragon, he needs another woman to bear him one more child to fulfill his twisted prophesies. I suppose that's what he meant when he told me on the day of Aegon's birth.

"A great dragon needs a third head".

That was also the day I kissed Rhaegar.

I felt a warm air caress my breast and looked down to see that Aegon had finished feeding and was now asleep. I got up, slowly, to not wake him and placed him back in his cot. As I was gently tucking him in, a soft knock sounded against the door.

I looked up to see that it was the prince himself who has ruthlessly taken my heart, my husband. After weeks of absence, he is finally here to grace me with his presence.

How wonderful, I thought sarcastically.

As he shut the door softly behind him, He looked at me.

"Elia", he breathed, as if he's relieved to finally say my name.

I curtsied and murmured a, "My prince, what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting me in this hour? Have you come to see the children?"

He didn't say anything, just nodded.

I forced a smile and stepped aside from the cot so that he could see Aegon. He walked towards the cot and looked in. A look of love appeared on his face. He caressed Aegon's head gently and kissed his rounded cheek.

My heart swelled with affection from the scene before me. This heart of mine will be the death of me, I thought as I wrung my hands together. I went to move away as I was standing too close to Rhaegar for comfort, but, felt a large hand grip my small wrist, stopping my movements.

"Elia."

My eyes widened at him saying my name, it sounded so...sad. I didn't look at him for I was afraid to see what might linger in those dark eyes of his. I was a Princess of Dorne. A Princess that walked among vipers, I shouldn't be afraid. I tugged on my hand.

"Release me", I said, my voice hard.

He tightened his hold on my wrist and pulled me against him, my back to his chest, his other arm going around my waist.

"Elia", he whispered in to my ear, "Please".

Though we were still dressed; he in his tunic and I in my night shift, I could feel the heat on his chest warming my cold back. I felt my heart start to beat furiously against its cage, demanding to be free from its confines. He brushed his nose against the arch of my neck and breathed in my scent, he then brushed his nose against my hair. I blushed.

"Elia", he breathed in to my ear, "Please look at me".

I didn't move nor say anything. How could I when there is fury within my heart that might compel me to do something I would later regret?

"Please Elia", he said it so softly, his voice sounding so needy that it made me release a shaky breath as he relinquished the hold he had on my wrist. My body stiffened when I felt his hand start to caress my shoulder, slowly trailing down my smooth arm; his pale, white flesh clashing against my golden-brown skin. He, then, brought his hand to my throat and lightly placed a small kiss on my temple. Why is he doing this to me? Why cannot I move from this hold that he has over me?

His arm around my waist loosened as he slowly turned me around. He kissed my nose, my jaw, and then on the bow of my lips. His kisses were hot and sweet, not like the one we shared last time. Our eyes were locked on each other as his lips graze mines. His eyes had fire in them, the indigo color burned brightly.

He is so…beautiful, I thought before he suddenly claimed my lips in a hot searing kiss, his arms holding my body flushed against his. I let him kiss me. I welcomed his tongue in to my mouth when he sought for entrance. I allowed my body to feel the stirrings he caused.

Oh, by the seven gods, I love him.

Memories of the tourney came rushing as I closed my eyes to kiss Rhaegar back.

Lyanna Stark.

Fury started to boil in my blood. I was angry at Rhaegar. And at myself for giving in too easily to his desires. I wrenched myself away from his embrace and away from him, putting as much distance between us as I could. He was breathing heavily. His eyes watched me intently. To calm myself, I took a few breaths, blowing some of the waist length brown dark locks framing my oval face away. When I could bring myself to look at him once more, I found myself staring at one of his hands, it was holding an all too familiar purple ribbon. He must have untied it from my hair while we were...

I frowned at him.

Careful not to wake Aegon up, in a low voice, I seethed, "How dare you?! How dare you think you can just come in here and take your husband rights with me after what you did to me at Harrenhal?! You pass by me, me, your wife", I pointed to his chest, "And you crown a girl who is years younger than you", I continued without blinking. I noticed he was slowly walking towards me but I didn't move. "Without any regard of how I or it would look?"

My eyes slid to the floor as my hands clasped together against my chest. "Or how I would feel?" I whispered, tears trickling down my cheeks. Please stop crying, I begged inside of my head.

Please.

Rhaegar stood in front of me, his hand wrapping around my fists and the other tilting my chin upwards, his indigo orbs locking onto my yellow ones.

"I have wronged you", he said as he kissed my wet cheeks.

"Not only have you wronged me, you made me look like a fool in front of all the lords and ladies of the realm", I said sadly, turning my yellow orbs away from him.

He gripped my chin, though not too hard to bruise and forced me to look at him. "There are no words to describe how sorry I am for hurting you," he said, his voice low. "It was not my intention to hurt you, Elia, but you must understand, The Dragon has three heads, there must be one more".

His words struck me hard, making my heart constrict in pain. No matter how much I wanted it, a third head is the one thing that I cannot give him.

"Then it's a good thing that you have found someone younger and suitable to help you with that", I said angrily as I tried to pull away from him, but his arm went around my waist and held me tightly against him.

"Elia", he said. "Stop this, please".

"No, relea—" I didn't get to finish my words when suddenly; Rhaegar's lips were upon mines, hard and demanding. My anger flared up at him for interrupting me.

I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to slap him for touching me. To scream at him to release me but as Rhaegar moved me towards the bed; he whispered words of how much he misses me, of how much he needed me.

And like a fool, I allowed myself to give in to the desires that were locked away in my heart.

The End.


A/N: Love it? Hate it? Please let me know by reviewing this baby and thank you so much for reading! I will be putting up a sequel to this bad boy soon once it's complete. So stay tuned! ;)