She died alone.

Died without her husband, died without her children, died without her family.

The children were torn out of her arms, her body was violated, her tears were so many that formed rivers, flooding the world. And and then, they dried because she were so tired and her pain was so absurdly large that she begged to die. She died alone and hostage of a mad king, a fickle and murdered husband and a court that hated her for her fragility.

There were no room for weakness in the dragon's blood.

They whispered, yeah, they whispered behind her back when she went hand in hand with her little girl, whispering that a sickly woman can only give birth to bad children.

She didn't really loved Rhaegar, the adored dragon prince, but she did loved her babies- the same ones that were torn of her arms and murdered in her face.

She feel ripped apart when they burn to ashes everything known to her. The Lannisters in their crimson robes could not be less cruel than the monsters of the tales the old septa of Dorne told her about, and she wanted anyone - anyone - entered that damn place and kill her soon.

Her daughter was the first, her sweet Rhaenys, quiet and calm. Strong.

Her little girl died cruelly, but died undefiled, unlike her mother. Elia knew she would not have stayed there watching if they had raped her firstborn, she would have screamed so much that her throat would explode and she would turn stardust.

And then came her little boy, her heir, her Aegon.

They threw his head against a wall and she screamed and screamed and screamed but they - the invaders - they simply laughed.

She died alone-died insane just like her mad king.

The princess of Dorne died insane, raped and humiliated. Her corpse was shown like a prize to the The Usurper and she was buried in shame and sorrow while her kingdom was taken and burned.

Elia Martell died and all her illusions and hopes died with her.

The blood touched by the sun no longer exists in King's Landing.

On that day, the sun shone stronger in Dorne and all the people understood that the princess of sun returned home with her children. Therefore, they grieved with a quietly smile on their faces.

The end.

Hellooooooow!

I really love Elia and I was no less than pissed when I didn't saw her name on the characters of Game of Thrones. She was fucking awesome, she should be there.

p.s: Hate Rhaegar and Lyanna, they were evil.

Thank you, see ya. 3