“She didn’t have to die like that,” a whisper came out of the child.
The man wearily looked at the girl child in front of him, still reeling in horror from the Great Mountain’s brutality.
“Her children died along with her, did anyone not tell you that?”
“Yes, I heard from Uncle. Some say they could hear the screams of the frail Queen miles away.”
The girl paused as she carefully selected her words,” She was going to be Westeros’s future Queen right?”
“Yes.” The words went out of the man raw and hard.
With this, the man raised his eyes to the burning sunset before him. Everything felt so empty now.
His sister was gone and so was his beloved niece.
“Shall I bring you their heads, Elia?” Oberyn’s voice became eerily calm as he smiled playfully at his bastard daughter.
The girl looked at her father with confusion and shock.
“But papa, bringing people’s heads won’t bring Aunt Elia back.”