Also I loved whenever someone tagged me in their post using the template I edited for everyone so if you tag me especially in posts where my otp is your otp I’ll instantly love you and reblog/like/throw taco points your way
EDIT: LOL I just realized we have 26 characters rn which means I have no excuse for ignoring symmetry so here’s a more aesthetically pleasing blank template
EDIT 2: I alphabetized the heroes clockwise within their lil class categories
How about Elia and Arthur running off to Essos together? Like, he sells his armor, she sells most of her jewelry and they just life a very sweet life together
She wishes there weren’t a mirror in her chambers. It would mean she could avoid catching glimpses of herself, glimpses of the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Mother to kings and princesses. Rhaegar’s wife. Her mother is overjoyed, she knows, but all Elia feels is panic. She’d never wanted this. She’d never wanted out of Dorne, never wanted a throne, never wanted the crown prince. She’s only been in King’s Landing for a month, yet already she knows there would be no passion in her marriage, no love. She’d grown up idolizing her parents’ marriage, one of surprise kisses and laughter, not…Rhaegar.
This is her last night as merely a princess of Dorne; come morning, she would be bound forever to House Targaryen. She turns away from the mirror and sits on her bed, overcome with nausea, her breath coming in short bursts.
When her door slowly creaks open, she expects it to be Ashara or one of her other ladies, perhaps even the queen–she certainly doesn’t expect it to be Arthur.
Looking at him is just as painful as looking in the mirror. Once, she’d thought she would marry him, had envisioned their future together. Now, she will be forced to be around him every hour of every day, wed not to him but to his friend, never to touch.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, defeated.
He snaps shut the door and hurries into her room, more animated than she’s seen him in a long time. “You’re not going to marry Rhaegar.”
Her breath stops completely. “What?”
“You don’t want it, and nor could I endure it.” He sinks to his knees in front of her and grasps her hands. “Come away with me.”
“Come away–? Arthur, what are you talking about?”
“Rhaegar isn’t the only one with friends. There’s a ship that can take us anywhere we want to go. You just have to say yes.”
Elia can do nothing but stare at him. “That would be…that would be treason, or close enough. You’re a Kingsguard, I’m betrothed, we would be breaking every vow–”
“I swore to love you long before I swore anything to Aerys,” he interrupts. “That should come before aught else, shouldn’t it?”