Anon asked: Can you write a fic where Elia destroys, tears apart Rhaegar's harp then throw it to flames as he watches? It can take place before he leaves for Trident. Idk I'm just sooo angry about Rhaegar. I stopped watching show since Sansa's rape and only was interested on what's happening and now I learned about annulment and more outrages shit that will happen on episode 7 from the leaks. I can beat D&D with Dance of the dragons(in the case it is the heaviest book) and I just want to see Rhaegar cry.
"Elia, be reasonable. Cruelty is not like you."
"Reasonable? You're asking me to be reasonable? Were you reasonable when you ran off with a betrothed girl of five-and-ten, leaving me and the children to the mercies of your father? You should pray to all seven gods that I don't decide to kill you in your sleep."
"Please, not this. This is over the line. Don't hurt it. It's worth too much to me."
"Is it worth a realm? Tell me where the girl is so I can stop this madness, and you can have your damned harp back. Or else it is going in the fire where it belongs. Personally, I can't wait to see those silver strings burn. I hate bloody harp music."
"This was a commission from a well-respected artisan. Do you know how much was spent on it?"
"No, but I would imagine quite a bit less than the war. And since it's treason to dismember you, this is the next best thing. So again, I ask: where is the Stark girl?"
"I can't tell you that."
"Very well then. This will hurt you a lot more than it hurts me."
The harp goes up faster than she'd thought, the fire catching instantly on the worn wood, thin silver strings glowing red before melting in the flames. Rhaegar makes a move to attempt to salvage it, but Elia steps in front of the fireplace, and with a single glare, he stops.
"Make one more move and I'll break your fingers. See how well you can play after that."
"I can't believe you just burned—"
"I'll do a lot more than that when you come back from the Trident. Your precious scrolls are next."
"Not the scrolls!"