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