Elia's Empowerment Chapter 7

Princess Elia saw the gleaming sun shining proudly over the southern half of Westeros as she began her quick march to the Trident. A good omen. Elia walked determinedly past multiple kingdom's within a matter of moments, her face a mask. The Giantess' face was so still and expressionless that people would have thought that it be carved from stone. Elia knew how volatile Lord Robert Baratheon was, and did not wish to antagonise him and ruin the fragile peace she was attempting to make. A quick honourable surrender from him would be preferable from the slaughter that would arise if Robert dared to prolong the war. Would he be foolish enough? Robert's bold brother Stannis refused to surrender, but did he simply see through how empty my threat was? Elia did not wish to needlessly provoke Robert Baratheon, or give cause to the Dayne's that Lady Lyanna was in danger from her, so Elia allowed Stannis to continue his little siege. But Elia knew that she could not allow her husband's killer to defy her the same way. If the worst comes, I will make sure Rhaenys does not witness it.

Elia was nearing King's Landing and she suddenly regretted taking the children with her. She suddenly stopped marching, and looked down at her entourage on her palm. Elia realised that she must have looked like a human mountain over the settlements around her, especially to the small village that was directly below her ginormous pussy. Elia instinctively felt the people's worry all those miles down below, witnessing her pussy blocking out all sunlight akin to an eclipse.

"SORRY VILLAGERS, I WILL BE OUT OF YOUR WAY IN A MOMENT. RHAENYS, ARIANNE, THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MOMENT. DO YOU WISH TO BE THERE?"

Arianne and Rhaenys looked up at Elia's gargantuan face and nodded hard.

"RHAENYS SWEETLING, YOU DO KNOW WHO LORD ROBERT IS DON'T YOU?"

Elia noticed Arianne squeezing Rhaenys' hand sharply as Rhaenys nodded her head to the ground and softly whispered, "Yes."

Elia looked straight at her and asked: "AND YOU ARE STILL FINE WITH BEING THERE?"

Elia looked straight at Rhaenys, and Rhaenys' eyes stared straight back at her Giantess mother and called out boldly: "Yes, I wish to make you proud."

Elia smiled softly and called out: "YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME PROUD DEAR."

Rhaenys blushed at the compliment, but a smile came from her lips and Elia nodded back and said: "AS YOU WISH RHAENYS."

Elia needed to negotiate with Robert Baratheon, but wanted to have it in an informed and reasonable discussion, so Elia quickly shifted herself towards the Capital and within a few massive steps; she had already reached to the city walls. Elia quickly loomed over King's Landing and the inhabitants all around the city cheered loudly as she arrived. Elia looked down at her adoring public, blushed at the adulation and gave a quick wave with her free hand and announced:

"GOOD MORNING PEOPLE, I WILL HELP REBUILD YOUR CITY. BUT FIRST CAN THE LORD'S STARK, TULLY AND ARRYN PLEASE ARRIVE BY THE CITY GATES."

Elia's eyesight grew remarkably keen and was not surprised to see that all three great lords were already prepared and arrived past the gates seemingly in a matter of moments.

As the drawbridge of the city gates opened and lowered down, Elia remarked that even at their utterly miniscule size compared to her, as well as the fact that they were clearly wearing the same old clothes from yesterday, and lacking much or if even any sleep, the three great lords looked powerful. Small wonder many men flocked to their cause. Jon Arryn was clearly aged with his thinning grey hair and the multiple holes in his mouth where teeth were beginning to fall out; but he looked as strong as a bull and as proud as the Falcon on his banners. Hoster Tully was clearly younger than Arryn but his famous bright fire red hair had already began to fade, but this look added to the dignified and wise face that he possessed. Finally Eddard Stark, the youngest but not least of this company. A brave man. The young Stark clearly grew into a strong leader of men as he took control of the North and marshalled them into a powerful force to avenge his father and elder brother's untimely demise. Aerys and Rhaegar are dead, the rebels got what they wanted. Let's finish this.

Elia knelt down, carefully keeping her palm completely straight so that her passengers would be fine. Elia called down at the three rebel leaders and inquired:

"WHAT NEWS FROM LAST EVENING?"

The three lords looked at each other until Lord Tully announced: "Nothing much, the people ate their food, and we kept the peace as they broke their fast as well." Lord Arryn looked around nervously at his two friends and said: "We know you are planning to discuss terms with Robert. I have known him since he was a small boy; Robert is brave, kind and honourable man."

Elia looked down at Lord Arryn with a look of sympathetic pity. Arryn is a loyal man. Let him plead for the son he never had. Lord Arryn continued: "But Robert is also proud and even during the peace…well."

Arryn grew flustered until Ned put his hand on Arryn's shoulder and said: "Robert's knees do not bend easily, my Princess."

Despite the distance between her hand and the ground, everyone concerned heard Oberyn bellow out:

"And Robert does not think that he will?"

Elia could see the cold blooded Stark heat up, and was surprised to see him avert his gaze from the man high up on her palm and reverted back to staring at the seemingly omnipresent Giantess and said in a voice sharper than ice:

"Lord Robert commanded a war as well as anyone since Aegon the Conqueror. He fought for the love of my sister, and none of us here would wish for the sacrifices of our people to be in vain."

Elia could see Oberyn preparing to speak, but she quickly stared at her brother and nodded her head side by side to prevent her brother from making the situation worse, Oberyn looked straight at his sister and his scowl changed to an amiable smile. Don't mess this up for me Oberyn.

"MY LORDS, I WISH TO END THIS AT ONCE." Elia put her spare palm on the ground, "PLEASE JOIN ME." To their credit none of the lords so much as flinched and they quickly walked to her mountainous palm. Elia rose up to the skies and straightened herself up. She looked at the two different set of passengers and stared at the former rebels with a look of intrigue and hope for the future. Elia turned her head and her demeanour softened as she looked at her family. She positively beamed as all of them looked up with faces filled with a quiet determination. Elia positively cooed at seeing Rhaenys' brave face. Rhaenys noticed her mother's brown sun like eyes staring down at her and a small smile appeared on her face. Elia beamed and said:

"AND NOW IT BEGINS."

Elia kept her eyes to the ground as she marched north of King's Landing and within a few steps from her immense feet, she noticed a cluster of tents all bearing the stag sigil of House Baratheon, with a vast mass of soldiers staring up at her. Thousands of men, the rebels did not mess around. Elia suddenly realised that this impressive host was merely just the rear-guard of the rebel army. Stark and his friends were well prepared; they might not have even needed Tywin's treachery if all of them descended on the capital at once. As Elia was pondering the fates of life, she had noticed that the man who was front and centre of this sizeable army was an impressive physical specimen, he would have dwarfed Elia at her original height: very dark hair, young but his eyes betrayed an experience beyond his years, exceedingly handsome and clearly exceptionally strong as he was holding a preposterously massive, in proportion to this tiny man, Warhammer. Then it hit her. This is Lord Robert Baratheon, the leader of the great rebellion, and the man who slew my husband. Elia was impressed by Robert's obvious bravery, and if Robert was in awe at the vast Giantess that lay before him, he hid it with a face that betrayed no emotion. This man is the ultimate soldier. Many of Robert's soldiers lacked Robert's grit as the vast majority openly gawked at, cowered and even tried to hide from the humongous Elia. Elia grew amused at the idea that the same soldiers who bravely fought against a great army and even defeated the crown, were cowering to her. I love being a Giantess, I truly do.

Elia stared down at Lord Robert and announced:

"LORD ROBERT, YOU HAVE FOUGHT VALIANTLY BUT NOW YOU CANNOT WIN."

Robert looked indignant but verbal defiance eluded him, Elia continued on: "I HAVE BROUGHT THE LORDS STARK, TULLY AND ARRYN AND I WILL LET THEM TALK TO YOU. WHEN YOU ARE READY MY FAMILY AND I WILL NEGOTIATE. WHEN I PUT THEM ON THE GROUND, IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO THEM BY ANY SOLDIER HERE….." I need to say it. "THEN I SHALL DESTROY YOU ALL. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

Robert looked up and in a great bellow shouted up, "I understand."

Elia knelt down and released the three lord paramount's to the ground. As she released them a new thought came to her. The prisoners. Elia looked across and stared at Robert Baratheon and said:

"I WANT A CAPTAIN OF YOURS TO SHOW ME YOUR PRISONERS." Robert looked across and angrily stared at a cowering captain and barked out:

"Show the Princess where her remaining countryman at." Before this man could utter a syllable of protest, Robert screamed: "Any fucking time fool." The captain gulped and as Robert began talking to his contemporaries, the captain looked up at Elia. Elia stared daggers at this man, but Elia was highly amused at how awkward this utterly tiny mite was next to her, the man eventually said:

"This way, your…"

Oberyn looked down at this fool and offered: "Princess? Ser Oaf?" The man nodded and cleared a path northwards.

Elia did not need to move as this weak-willed captain gestured to tents that were filled with many Dornishman, as well as those from the capital. Elia let her palm down and saw Doran and Oberyn walk through and Elia ripped a tent up and saw them. There were dozens of Knights, lordling's and men of note being kept safe for purposes of ransom, all of their armour glittering brightly. All of these men are the great and the good of Dorne and King's Landing. As relieved as Elia was to see these men alive, it saddened her heart as she realised that all the peasants conscripted to this battle were no doubt slaughtered. The joys of having a few gold coins in the family coffers. Great Houses rose and fell quickly, House Targaryen was almost destroyed yesterday, but Elia could not note the irony of the term that the rich dubbed the poor: 'smallfolk'. Despite the extreme economic and social differences between the Lord's and the peasants, it struck Elia in her new position as a supremely gigantic woman, that rich and poor, they are all roughly the same to her. Even Rhaenys and Aegon will always be extremely tiny to me now. Elia did not care; she loved her children with all her heart. But Elia knew that things were now in motion that cannot be undone. The White Walkers are coming. Everyone would need to live and work together to survive. Best worry about that another day.

Elia inspected the surviving soldiers. Some were horribly wounded. A small army of olive skinned Dornish men with lost limbs were around the camp, lying on the ground in agonising pain. One soldier who was lying in a pool of vomit looked up at Elia; he reached his arm up towards her. Elia reached her head down until she was almost touching the ground, and the man was able to touch a small part of Elia's all-encompassing face and heard him mutter in clear agony:

"I thought there was no pain in Heaven."

Elia sucked in her breathe as a humongous lump filled her throat and she said as soft as she could muster: "You are still alive good knight. It will be hard, but the realm will have need of good men like you."

The knight immediately began to break down crying hard. Elia began to soothe him and gently stroked her monumental finger softly on his back until he calmed down. As the man calmed himself down another voice, very recognisable to her, softly said:

"It is good that despite everything, you still have a gentle heart, Princess Elia."

Elia turned around and immediately recognised the strong albeit greying Knight of the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan Selmy. Elia softly smiled as she looked towards him and said: "It is good to see you noble ser."

Selmy looked noticeably beaten up and she had no idea how Selmy was even able to stand as he was wearing an obvious grimace, but the worst of his pain was clearly over. Elia remembered hearing the rumours that Robert Baratheon gave this sworn enemy of his his own Maester because Selmy's wounds were greater than his.

"My Princess, I am very sorry about Prince Lewyn." As Elia reflected on her kind and very strong Uncle, Doran overheard and came over to them and said quietly to Selmy:

"Thank you Ser Barristan, I know he was your sworn brother. He would be pleased to know that his Great-Nephew is safe and well."

Ser Barristan looked grave; he nodded his head to the ground and said: "We lost a King and his heir too quickly. I swear to you Elia that no harm will happen to the King and his sister." He's serious. Elia was touched by Selmy's utter devotion to his duties, despite the unspeakable absurdity of the idea that a Giantess would rely on such a seemingly insignificant figure to protect her children.

"I THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS. I WILL SOON NAME THE KINGSGUARDS TO REPLACE LEWYN, AND I HAVE HEARD RUMOURS THAT LOYAL JON DARRY HAS DIED TOO. IS THAT CORRECT?"

Selmy nodded and merely whispered, "Aye."

Elia looked down and said, "AEGON AND RHAENYS WILL NEED LOYAL KINGSGUARDS AROUND THEM. MY VAST HEIGHT MAY BE USED AGAINST ME SOMEDAY. I WILL NAME YOUR NEW SWORN BROTHERS SOON."

Ser Barristan nodded but as soon as he did, a man ran close to Elia. This one seems bold at the very least.

This young handsome man bent his knees and said, "Princess Elia, Lord Robert Baratheon is ready to negotiate."

Elia bowed gravely and moved her head slightly up and called out: "OBERYN, DORAN. IT IS TIME TO START."

The gigantic Princess rose up and stood at her current height of 7 miles tall. She had noticed with her remarkable eye sight that Robert Baratheon held a pensive look on his face, as Lord Arryn gave him a respectful nod and Lord Stark patted him on the shoulder. She laid her pal onto the ground and commanded:

"MAY MY FAMILY AND THE GREAT LORDS PLEASE GET ONTO MY PALM." The Martell's and her children quickly reached her palm and waited as the seemingly unflappable Robert Baratheon clearly began to panic. Elia heard Robert mutter all those miles down to the ground:

"There is no fucking way I'm going up on her hand."

Elia watched in interest as Lord Tully stared straight at him and said in a voice that brokered no argument: "Do you really think the Princess would harm her family to hurt you? We need to get this over with. Get on the hand." Lord Robert gave Tully a brief stare of contempt but he quickly sighed in resignation and they all walked onto Elia's incredible hand.

Elia rose back up and noticed Robert Baratheon's hard face briefly soften as he looked up at the surrounding clear blue sky in obvious awe. If Robert had briefly forgotten the purpose of this event, the others on her palm had clearly not. Princess Arianne was staring at Robert Baratheon with obvious loathing; Rhaenys was trying to look at Baratheon but she could not and could only stare at the ground as Ellaria was holding her shoulder whispering words of encouragement, Oberyn had a superior smirk planted on his lips, which Ned Stark noticed and clearly did not like. I need to get this over with.

"LORD ROBERT BARATHEON. YOUR FELLOW REBEL LEADERS HAVE ALREADY SURRENDERED TO ME. I WILL ALLOW YOU TO LIVE IN PEACE AND TO RETAIN ALL HONOURS AND TITLES IF YOU SURRENDER RIGHT NOW."

Lord Robert mumbled a few words under his breathe, "The last time I negotiated with a nude woman, it was for her to suck my cock."

Elia could hear it with her sharply superior hearing but the other lord's did not. Prince Oberyn bristled and exclaimed, "What did you say fool?"

Elia looked at her brother and said, "IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT HE MUMBLED. I JUST REQUIRE ROBERT TO KNELL."

Elia looked straight at Robert and Robert did have the courtesy to look back. Robert's knee began to visibly buckle as he stared at the dark moon-like eyes of the Titaness and Robert did bend his knee.

As much as she was enjoying her husband's killer surrendering to her, Elia had paid more attention to her family's reaction. Oberyn was amused as he held the hand of Ellaria; Doran had his dignified princely face on as he looked at Robert Baratheon with detached empathy. Mellario and Arianne stared at the former rebel leader with clear contempt, but it was Rhaenys' reaction that surprised her, she was not even looking at Robert. She was looking up at her gigantic mother with relief washing over her face. She looked up and said softly at her Giantess mother.

"You was right mamma, they will never hurt me again."

Elia smiled back at her daughter and whispered, "I am so proud of you sweetling." Rhaenys beamed at her gigantic mother.

By this time everyone else on her palm had noticed Elia's conversation with her daughter. Robert was at least trying to focus on his kneeling. Elia looked down at them all and said, "RISE LORD ROBERT."

Robert duly rose to his feet and looked back at the giantess:

"Princess Elia, I offer you and your babe King my allegiance. I saw what you did to Lord Tywin…" Robert paused, a brief look of contemplation spread over his face, but his face changed back to determination even quicker: "But I did see you show mercy to my brother and my men at Storm's End. The war is over, Rhaegar and Aerys are dead."

Relish washed over Robert's voice but Elia noted that he had the decency to pause again as he suddenly realised that he was several miles from the ground talking to Rhaegar's gigantic widow. Robert began again: "I will lift the siege, but you do know the one thing I truly want." Lyanna. Robert continued: "I know you do not have her, I overheard your conservation with that Dayne bitch, I know that her and her precious brother still holds her. Give me leave to settle this once and for all."

Ned Stark looked sharply at his would be brother-in-law, as a multitude of voices on her palm began screaming. Oberyn was beginning to walk menacingly closer to Robert. Elia looked down worried and bellowed:

"ENOUGH."

A long awkward pause occurred as everyone on Elia's palm began to calm themselves. Doran looked at the two young warriors and offered what started as a tactful answer: "My Lords, we all want Lady Lyanna to be found. I am the Prince of Dorne, and last I looked Lord Dayne was my bannerman. I shall treat with Lord Dayne, but make no mistake Robert. If any of your men step foot into Dorne, they shall lose the foot."

Pandemonium began again and Elia looked down at the shouting matches between Robert and Oberyn. Mayhaps I should have negotiated alone. Rhaenys was looking worried as the great lordling's were beginning to make threats to each other. She does not need to see this.

"LOOK. LYANNA WILL BE FOUND. LIFT THE SIEGE FOR ME ROBERT AND I WILL HELP YOU GET HER BACK."

Elia did not even wait to hear a response as she began making giant strides south to Storm's End. Elia's face was a look of anger and annoyance. Seven Hells, these lordling's are worse than children. Rhaenys and Arianne can at least behave. The various villagers and farmers scattered to the south of Westeros were petrified as this angry titan was marching southward with considerable haste. Her legs loomed eternal over them and her huge nude body, with her swaying breasts and the dark hole between her legs made her seem less of a person and more of an instrument of a dark, enraged force of nature.

As angry as Elia was feeling, one look at Rhaenys had calmed her down. Rhaenys looked up at her whilst they was walking and simply gave a short wave to try to diffuse the tension. Elia immediately softened and as she looked back down she noticed that she was very close to Storm's End. Elia again was not in the mood to deal with Lord Tyrell or any one of his incompetent bannerman. She walked into Shipbreaker Bay and leaned into the battlements as the stiff Stannis Baratheon looked back at the returning Giantess with interest. Elia put her palm down to the balcony and commanded:

"ROBERT IS NOW HERE. YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT."

Robert got off of her palm, gave one surprisingly hard look at Stannis and said: "You have done well Stannis, but this is over. Lay down your swords everyone."

Every single soldier within the castle did just that, even Stannis whose knees looked like they could not bend to anyone. Elia acknowledged the official surrender and bade all the soldiers up. The war is officially over. Elia just needed to locate Lyanna Stark and then peace could return to the realm. Elia looked over to the fields surrounding Storm's End and looked directly at the Tyrell army and shouted out:

"THE SIEGE IS OVER. YOU ALL CAN GO BACK HOME AFTER THE CAPITAL IS REBUILT. I WILL BE VERY GENEROUS TO ALL LEAL SERVANTS OF KING AEGON."

Elia wanted to begin repairing the capital, and Elia smiled as she realised that it probably was not even midday yet. I ended a war in barely a day. Elia was proud of how she was able to diplomatically get Robert Baratheon back into the fold. She looked at the passengers on her hand, her loving family as well as the great lords that defied the Targaryen's.

"LET'S RETURN TO THE CAPITAL. WE HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO."

Elia began her very quick trip to King's Landing and felt glorious as she eyed up the awe struck villagers scattered around. Elia began a soft chuckle as one fellow was staring right up at her pussy as she loomed over his hut.

Oberyn noticed Elia's laugh and called out: "What's so funny?"

Elia looked at her brother turned lover and said, "EVERYTHING IS GOING TO WORK OUT. I KNOW IT."

Oberyn nodded at his sister and before they knew it they had returned to the capital.

Despite yesterday's sack and the clear damage done to the city, the bustle and good natured feeling throughout the city gladdened Elia's heart. They are a strong people. Elia had let the three lord's down by the gates of the city and looked down at all three:

"THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP TODAY. WHEN EVERYTHING IS SORTED OUT, I WILL CONSENT FOR ALL OF YOU TO RETURN HOME."

The lord's murmured their appreciation and Lord Stark looked straight at Elia and said:

"We shall help rebuild in any way we can." Elia smiled and she made sure that her family was secured on her palm as she rose and leant in closer to reach the Red Keep.

Elia had put her family down onto the inside gates of the great castle, but she had noticed the ominous face of King Aerys' Master of Whisperers, the great mysterious eunuch only known as Varys. Even at this size he disturbs me. Varys was considered by some as Aerys most diligent servant, others as a vile opportunist who corrupted the soul of the King with paranoia and encouraged his obsession with wildfire. This one is not going anywhere near my council. She looked directly at the enigmatic spymaster and called out:

"WHAT DO YOU WANT LORD VARYS?"

The eunuch minced over to her and said: "My good Princess to see after all this how powerful you have truly become. It makes me so happy to see peace return to such a troubled fractured realm."

A small tear came from Varys' eye and for all to see Varys was deeply touched by Elia's rise. This is the same trick Varys used to lure in Aerys. I do not need to be swayed by a mummer's farce.

"LORD VARYS, I AM A VERY BUSY WOMAN. I HAVE NO TIME FOR EMPTY PLATITUDES. I REPEAT, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

If Varys was insulted by Elia's frankness he gave no indication, he looked kindly at the Giantess and announced:

"I know all about your important duties to the realm. Finding Lyanna Stark for example…"

Elia looked at the bald mite with contempt. I do not have time for his stupid games.

"WHAT ABOUT LYANNA? DO YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS?"

The Martell's looked on with intrigue; Varys' knowledge has impressed everyone since he arrived from Essos to advise Aerys. Elia looked at him suspiciously and said:

"WHERE?"

Varys tittered and said, "A few little birds have flown in my ear to please the new King, and his great Regent."

He laid a hand over to Elia, but Elia was too anxious to be mollycoddled by flattery, "They all tell a strikingly similar story, I would even hazard a guess and say it is true." Elia just stared at Varys impatiently. Varys smiled and said, "The Tower of Joy, my Princess."

A horribly ironic name. Elia knew exactly where that accursed tower was. It lay in the middle of the Prince's Pass in Dorne. Not particularly near to Starfall. Elia had assumed that Lyanna Stark was harboured directly in Dayne land, possibly even in Starfall itself. But Elia knew right away that the eunuch was telling the truth. When Rhaegar and Elia were betrothed, her mother had toured the supposedly happy couple all around the great houses of Dorne. Rhaegar was polite but non-committal to the entire great lord's hospitality, but Elia remembered Rhaegar's genuine excitement at seeing the dreary singular tower during their travels. Rhaegar insisted at staying the night there and as he played his great harp inside the gloomy tower he even named it, 'The Tower of Joy.' Elia could not think of a place that would give her less joy but she needed to get there.

Elia looked down at her family who was staring at her and said: "I NEED TO DEAL WITH THIS ALONE."

She looked at Rhaenys and moved closer to her and gave her a quick peck of a kiss, which Rhaenys enjoyed and gave a quick burst of laughter, and as Elia smiled down at her lovely daughter she said:

"I WILL NOT BE LONG RHAENYS. SEE YOU ALL SOON."

Rhaenys and Arianne waved at her, and Elia reciprocated the wave and she stood up properly at her full height and stared at the land surrounding her. Elia saw castles and towns dotted around the map-like country. She saw her people way down on the ground staring at her with genuine curiosity. Elia took a deep breathe. I need to do this. Elia looked again and began marching to the tower that held her husband's lover.