Elia Martell's death and how her brother will avenge her. While you're at it, why don't you check out my other story, House of Baratheon? It'd be awesome if you could but I mean, it's your choice.
What are you, the princess said
To kill babes before my eyes
You don't feel- you don't regret
As you commit this infanticide
I'm a Martell born, I will not bend
Not to Mountains most of all
Though I weep, I will not break
My kin will be your fall
So she spoke, oh so she spoke
The princess born of Dorne
Now she lays there wrapped in red
Beneath the iron throne
Her brother will approach someday
And fight the man of stone
