She had awoken long before the break of dawn, and had found nothing better to do than train her lance work in the courtyard.

It had been boring, being all alone, wishing for Elle to get better so that she had a proper sparring partner again, when three things happened in rapid succession.

First, the front gate opened and Elle stumbled in. Bloody, dirty, half a corpse.

Second, said gate was thrown off its hinges as a giant of a man burst in. It didn't take a lot of guesswork to figure out who he was.

Third, Elle collapsed to the ground next to the fountain, and the Mountain went on the attack.

Elia had never been in a proper fight despite years of wishing and yearning, yet there was no hesitance in her movements as she ran to defend her sister.

The Mountain seemed surprised to see her attack him, and as he had no weapon on hand she was able to quickly wound him several times with her lance. Yet once he had caught himself and fought back, her advantage diminished rapidly.

No matter how fast she was, no matter how quickly she was able to evade his punches and kicks, she was not able to kill him. He broke her lance and with a single hit threw her several metres back, her body slamming into a pillar and tumbling to the ground.

It took far too long for her eyes to regain their focus. She watched the Mountain ripping the head off a City Watchman and taking his sword for himself, the blade seeming nothing more than a toothpick in his hands.

Her mind was racing trying to find a way to defeat the monster. Goldcloaks streamed into their manse's courtyard, almost a dozen now surrounding the rabid beast mindlessly hacking at them.

"Mountain!"

Her father's voice echoed around the yard, and all heads turned towards him. He was running down the balcony's steps in only his pants, yet the mere tone of his voice was enough to send a shiver down her back.

"Was my sister not enough? Did you now have to come for my daughters as well?" He stretched out his arm and caught the spear thrown by Ryon Allyrion.

The Mountain brought down his sword, yet her father was already far away. Nothing the monster did had any impact, no hit landing, no swing connecting.

She was almost in a trance watching her father. His movements flowed so seamlessly into each other, each step taken as if he was dancing, every draw of blood not violent but beautiful. Of course, she had seen her father fight before, but nothing compared to the prowess displayed here and now.

Some of the City Watchmen tried to come to his aid, yet he shooed them away whenever they tried.

"Do you even know who I am?"

"A traitor," the Mountain said with a cough. "Harbouring another traitor."

Her father laughed. "I will be the man that kills you. Just as you killed my sister, Elia Martell, and her children."

He slashed at the back of the beast's knee, eliciting a loud shout and bringing him to fall.

"You raped her, do you remember?" he screamed. "You raped her and then crushed her head the way you did with her son! They returned home in pieces!"

The Mountain tried to get back to his feet, yet was dealt several slashes in rapid succession to his upper body in response.

"And now you were planning the same fate for my daughters! Did Tywin Lannister send you here as well? To erase the final trace of their legacy?"

"I came to finish that bitch Pala-"

"Silence!" Her father slammed the back of his spear across the monster's face, before burying its point in his chest. "I wanted to savour this moment, to have you confess what everyone already knew. You deserve a slow death. But for my family's safety, I need to ensure you will never again harm anyone again."

He stepped back from the writhing and moaning body on the ground and towards her grandfather, accepting the outstretched sword. Twisting and twirling it, he paced around the Mountain, who, despite all his injuries, had managed to turn onto all fours.

"In the name of Doran of the House Nymeros Martell, Prince of Dorne, I, Prince Oberyn Nymeros Martell, sentence you to death for the murders of Elia Martell, and Rhaenys and Aegon Targaryen."

The Mountain spat blood onto the ground. "Fuck off."

"You were always destined to die today."

And with a final shout, he brought down the sword on the Mountain's neck, cutting his head clean off. The body dropped to the ground with a loud thud, the head rolling over so that its empty eyes stared directly at her.