IMAGINE….being a Stark and being sent to Dorne to marry Oberyn Martell.
You were the eldest daughter and second child to Lord
Rickard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell. As a part of his “southern ambitions,”
you were sent to Dorne to wed the youngest Martell and second Prince of Dorne.
Holding your head high as you stepped into the throne room
of the Old Palace of Sunspear where sat the throne of House Martell, you did
your very best to not show fear. You were a wolf of the North, a daughter to
House Stark, and you wouldn’t be frightened by a few vipers – even those hidden
in the grasses just beyond your view.
“Lady Y/n,” Prince Doran, the ruling Prince of Dorne,
greeted getting to his feet and flashing you a gentle and kind smile.
You fell into a deep curtsy, just as you had been taught,
and bent your head to show submission. It seemed like the smartest course of
action until you came to truly know and trust the members of House Martell. The
Dornish were temperamental people, you knew, and you didn’t wish to slight them
in any way and make them hate you before they came to truly understand you.
“Prince Doran, it is an honor to be in Dorne and I pray that
my marriage to your brother will prove to be successful.” The words were
rehearsed, you had been saying them to yourself for the past month and a half
during your journey from Winterfell to there.
A door opened behind you and you turned just in time to get
your first glance at your betrothed and future husband.
The sight of him knocked the air from your lungs and it took
all you had not to blush in excitement. He was handsome, one of the most
handsomest men you had ever seen. The way he looked – his dark features and
olive skin – and the cocky way he carried himself as he held your gaze and
moved across the room toward you and his brother, it was all enough to cause a
stirring in the lower bit of your stomach that had you dropping your gaze and
turning back around to Prince Doran.
“Oberyn, this is Lady…”
“Y/n Stark,” even his voice was enough to make you want him. It was strange but thrilling
feeling. You had never wanted…desired
anyone before. “It is a pleasure to meet you, My Lady.” His voice was full of
Taking a moment to still your heart, you looked up at him
and smirked, “The pleasure is all mine, My Prince.” Oh and how great a pleasure it was…
Hello, everyone! So, since the Elia fandom has been growing, I’ve always wondered everyone’s headcanons for Elia. Through our rose-tinted glasses of this almost every mysterious woman, she’s a flawed (human) woman who had a tragic death due to circumstances beyond her control.
It can be anything from childhood all the way to her death. What about Elia that attracts you to her? It can be about anything! What do you think her personality was like towards others like her family and close friends to how she treats her enemies? How did she take Rhaegar’s actions when he was gone? What did she tell her children every night at bedtime?
Oh, and what’s your headcanon Fancast of your Elia Martell? I know everyone sees her in a different person, so if you have pictures of your Elia then I’d love to see Elia in your eyes!
Yeah, my headcanons are just a fraction of what I think Elia might be as person.
For me, Sonam has the look of elegance and that sunny smile I can see Elia wearing all the time when she was a Princess of Dorne. She also has that inner strength that I picture Elia building up slowly when she was finally married to Rhaegar. She kept strong when she was a child, and hated pity from others because of her illness. She smiled and lived her life the way she wanted until she finally realized that she had a duty to uphold to her family.
2. She laughed and smiled a ton when she was around her family. Elia was so used to being around her family that it was so natural to her to smile when something went amiss. She was the heart that kept everything and everyone together. Without her, everyone felt a bit lost.
3. When her little Rhaenys asked her if she was going to become queen of Westeros, Elia smiled and picked her up from the stone floor. She used up the last bit of her strength to stop her arms from shaking underneath her daughter’s weight.
“You are Queen, my darling. In my heart, you are the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and beyond.”
Her daughter smiled brightly at that.
4. She smiled often when she was with Rhaegar. Despite her husband’s constant melancholy, she knew that if she smiled and laughed a bit, a flicker of a smile would slowly show itself to her and only her.
5. After Aegon was born, Elia would quietly tell her son the stories of her homeland and sung ancient lullabies in her native tongue. The Song of Ice and Fire was just as distant a song as her husband’s presence.
6. When she heard of her husband’s actions, Elia was angry beyond belief and felt numb to the bones. Her first thought was to their children. Her second thought was how foolish and naive she was to love such a man even after his humiliation towards her.
7. When she had the strength to, Elia would love to dance and sing in the gardens of her home. She would often ignore the protests of her brothers and laughed at their worries.
“I am the sun, little brother. Nothing can extinguish the sun.”
Until her death, her brothers truly believed her.
8. When Rhaegar first looked at his bride in all of her finery, for the first time ever, he had no words or songs to sing as she looked at him through her wedding veil.
One look was enough to send his heart soaring to the heavens.
So, those are a small number of my headcanons for Elia!
I hoped you liked it! Tagging these people because I know they would love to know some of my idealistic headcanons of Elia.