Elia Martell

They said the Red Keep could never fall.

But tonight, fire licks its walls like a hungry beast, and the screams of the dying echo through corridors once filled with song.

In a room that smells of milk and roses, Elia Martell clutches her children in silence — a Dornish princess trapped in the heart of the storm. Beyond the door, steel and boots draw closer. The marble trembles. The air tastes of smoke and fear.

She prays without sound, every heartbeat a countdown.

And when her son stirs — when that tiny, fragile breath breaks the silence —

the world stops.

Note: I returned to this story not long ago, seeking a place to bury my fury — to grant myself the possibility of killing that asshole. Consider that possibility yours now~

You can be her savior from any House.