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Chapter 19: A God of Wine and Flowers:

Excerpt: 

“Tyrion entered Sansa’s rooms.  He exchanged some small words with her handmaidens.  The rooms were dark and quiet.  The only light was the flicker of a few candles that were placed around her chamber.  The air was thick with the scent of citrus, as that was Sansa’s favorite.  The slight breeze coming in from the outdoors carried the fragrance around the room.  As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could just make out the form of Sansa laying in bed.  Her chest rising and falling with each breath.”

Hey! I love your blog and your dedication to Elia Martell as a character. I have read your fics on ao3 and absolutely loved them. And I was wondering if you had any recs for us Elia enjoyers out there? Canon-compliant or AU it doesn't matter I just want to consume Elia content like there is no tomorrow <3

hi, anon!! thank you for your sweet words, they mean a lot and i'm so happy that you enjoyed my fics 💗. i haven't read many fics - studying is getting in my way -. but, i'll share a list of my favorites ones and my bookmarks.

* warning: it's LONG

First of all, I'd recommend checking Failed_to_Deanon, she's insanely talented and has a lott of elia-centric works

A Farewell by Ramzes - one shot

In the morning of Rhaegar's departure for the Trident, Elia Targaryen makes a surprising discovery about her husband and their marriage.

The Sun Rises Again by amn_elfire - fanfic - 10/?

After her death, the Seven give Elia the task of saving her people from Rhaegar and Lyanna's folly with the opportunity to avenge her children by sending her back in time to before her betrothal with Rhaegar was ever arranged. Or With her prior memories still vivid in her mind, Elia sets out to prevent the events that led to the deaths of thousands while never forgetting who was at fault for the deaths of her children. But she isn't the only one.

All Too Well by starboundheart - fanfic - modern!au - 1/?

Five year after a fairly clean divorce, Rhaegar decides its time for a family vacation - to Summerhall. Under the guise of his children needing to know each other. But as always, the man has ulterior motives. Or does he?

Elia's House of Ghosts! by biohazard603 - fanfic - 3/?

i can't wait to read this one!!

Elia buys her first house! She has always been drawn to that old abandoned tower, the Tower of Joy, and now it was finally hers! Too bad she doesn't know or remember the ghosts that were there first. or Modern AU where Elia buys a haunted house.

clear the board, reset the pieces by lostchildofthenewworld - fanfic - 9/9

All they ever wanted was the opportunity to go back and do it right, to allow themselves to be happy.

The wolf burned like the heat of the sun for her alone by Redroses123 - fanfic - 10/?

Rhaegar has to get rid of his wife so that he can be with the woman he loves. He does this in mad Targaryen fashion. Elia finds herself hitched for life to the second son of Rickard Stark. Maybe it's a blessing in disguise she doesn't understand yet. How will this change fates design. NOT FOR RHAEGAR FANS

Repercussions of the First Sin by Sunspear22 - fanfic - 27/?

It started with a blue crown...

The Bereaved Dunes by aurasjournal - one shot

this one is so beautiful

In the Bereaved Dunes, where shadows weep, A tale of love and sorrow, bound to keep. Elia, my sun, in your memory I tread, Through sands of despair, where tears are shed. I should've taken you far away, my dear, To Dorne's warm embrace, where skies are clear. But fate had other plans, a cruel twist of hand, In the Bereaved Dunes, where sorrows expand.

What if you go, what if you stay by Biggestscarinyourback - fanfic - 4/4

She listens to the eyes of violet and sits down. Her husband's eyes are almost this colour too, she reflects again. But not half as bright, certainly no laughter in them. His are darker, cold as they are soft, a confusing contrast that gives her no reprieve. They should have been burning, The Last Dragon they had called him and yet he lacks any and all fire in those eyes, as far as she has seen. The blood of the dragon runs hot, they had declared, she has it too, running in her veins, burning. A bittersweet look into Princess Elia Martell's life amongst dragons and lions, from the day of her wedding to her tragic demise.

Lazarus in the Sun by Anonymous - fanfic - 3/?

The Princess of Dorne is a marked woman. With her husband victorious at the Trident yet somehow still missing, now more than ever does Elia Martell find herself stuck between a rock and a hard place: to stay in King’s Landing with herself and her two children at the hands of a madman, or to take the jump and escape? A spur of the moment decision turns into a years-long deception as Dorne wrenches her way out of the Seven Kingdoms on the back of a lie. And though peace is finally taking root once more in this corner of the world, no sooner do the gods laugh when an unexpected figure from the past comes back and unsteadies the ground beneath them all.

Hourglass by spearsndragons - fanfic - 11/?

Elia dies and awakes on the day of her wedding. Armed with the memories of her previous life, she is determined not to let them come to pass. She will make the Seven Kingdoms regret they ever underestimated her. In another part of the Red Keep, the Gods of Old Valyria send Rhaegar back in time to fix his wrongs and ensure the survival of House Targaryen. Rhaegar knows his madness and hubris led to the destruction of everything he loves and cares for. Never again. OR AU: The Gods and fate reverse the hands of time. Elia seeks retribution and Rhaegar endeavors for redemption. In one life, they were husband and wife. In this one, they might just be each other’s biggest adversaries. But, while Elia and Rhaegar plan to prevent the tragedies that befell them, they find out they are not the only ones who were given a second chance. And not all who came back are their friends.

we fall apart as it gets dark by sunstealer (TheSunsetStar) - fanfic - 2/?

this one is SO dear to me <3

The apparent abduction of Lyanna Stark sets off a chain of events: Brandon Stark and his allies march to the Red Keep, where Brandon demands Rhaegar's head. A duel is called by Aerys, and fire serves as his champion, leading to the death of Brandon's father and Brandon's own imprisonment. It's only after these events that a letter arrives at Winterfell, written by Lyanna herself, explaining that she left of her own accord. The deaths of the Lord of Winterfell and the Heir of the Eyrie, along with Aerys' demand for the heads of Robert and Ned, ignite a rebellion. Elia, isolated in Kings Landing without her children, must play her role as the dutiful wife. However, complications arise when the man who once demanded her husband’s head becomes her constant companion, the Kingsguard sworn to her. Will she stay true to her duty or follow her husband's example and forsake it?

Sunset Embers by spearsndragons

Five years into King Rhaegar I's reign, the realm prospers under his progressive leadership. However, the same cannot be said for the king's family. Behind the walls of the Red Keep, Rhaegar grapples with his inner demons, and House Targaryen continues to be haunted by the war's tragic end. Water magic resurfaces across the sea in the Golden Empire of Yi Ti for the first time in centuries with the arrival of the Emperor's new wife. She works to uncover the forgotten history of the world, only to realize that her own past refuses to be buried. OR Dark AU: Is this love or a curse? To yearn for freedom while willingly chaining ourselves to someone, finding solace in the very shackles we can't bear to break?

wherever the wind blows by TheSunsetStar - 1/1 (part of a series)

Rhaegar comes back to her, bringing along a wife and child. Ashara comes back to her, grieving the loss of a child with wolfsblood. Oberyn also returns to her, having just returned from his journeys across Essos, offering words of apology. Everyone returns, yet her daughter never does. or in her desperation Elia gives her daughter to Varys and never sees her again.

Reckless by sunstealer (TheSunsetStar)

"Get out," she tells him. "Leave." "You're not going to talk to me?" His voice comes out hoarse; she wonders why. "You've done enough!" she lets out. He looks disappointed when she says it, his eyes clouding over. She almost apologizes for snapping at him. But she reminds herself that he shouldn't be here at all, he shouldn't be here with her. "Goodbye, Rhaegar," she says gently, not allowing any trace of emotion to surface in her voice. The name sounds foreign coming out of her mouth, as though it belongs to someone else. She wishes for the days to go back to before he met Lyanna. Before everything turned sour. Before it was too late. or Rhaegar returns to her but things are difficult now.

Baelon the Cruel and His Queen of Love and Beauty by sunstealer (TheSunsetStar) - fanfic - 6/?

Baelon Targaryen, the second-born son of King Aerys and Queen Rhaella, and the twin brother to Crown Prince Rhaegar, possessed an ethereal beauty expected of one with Valyrian blood. Yet, behind his captivating face, an aura of cruelty and ruthlessness lingered, casting an unsettling shadow over his reputation. And his sudden appearance at the Tourney at Harrenhal unknowingly changes everything. (or just a crack fic about Rhaegar's 'cruel' twin brother and his shenanigans at the famed Tourney at Harrenhal)

Right Where You Left Me by TheSunsetStar - fanfic - 19/19

elia is dead in this one, but she's so important to the story and i love this fic, so it makes the list :)

Rhaegar's life is spared by the valiant intervention of Arthur Dayne, moments before Robert deals the fatal blow. With their lives preserved, Rhaegar and the remaining Targaryens seek refuge on Dragonstone, eventually making their escape to Essos. Regrettably, Rhaegar is forced to leave his eldest daughter behind. Left in the midst of her adversaries, Rhaenys grows up surrounded by those who view her as an enemy. As time passes, she becomes entangled in the treacherous game of thrones, particularly in the aftermath of Cersei and Jaime Lannister's public execution for their incestuous relationship. Caught in a web of schemes and deceit, Rhaenys finds herself compelled to employ similar tactics in order to ensure her own survival.

All of these songs are so much Lyanna coded in my fic 'the queen and her bastard' au.

Its amazing how I dont like her at all but I think her chapter is going to be the best thing I have ever written because I literally made a playlist and listened to it on loop for six hours while going back home and psychoanalysed her character more than necessary and thought about my own teenage days when i and girls around me were fifteen.

Apologies in advance if it's too harsh or too sympathetic to her in your opinion.

Someone write this fic please!!

There is an AU where Arya actually somehow ends up as Nan, Roose's cupbearer in Winterfell and it's just Jeyne,Theon and Arya doing that meme at each other:

Honestly Theon's point of view would probably not be funny because Theon.

And Arya would try to escape with Jeyne at least.

Introducing…

House Branfield of Gold Grove is a rich and influential house of the Reach. Gold Grove is known for its seemingly endless gold fields of wheat, to which it supplies all of Westeros. Favorited granddaughter of the highly respected Lord Joran Branfield, Fallon is the only child of his Joran’s third son.

Controversy surrounded Fallon’s birth. Gareth Branfield was known to all as a gentle and highly intelligent man, all though somewhat weak willed. Society was scandalized to learn that the son of such a respected house ran off with a common servant girl, Marion. The scandal furthered when Gareth reappeared with the woman proclaiming her as his wife and that the two expected a child. Nine moons later, Marion gave to a daughter, but sadly Marion died in childbirth.

Gareth doted on his daughter, often dismissing her nursemaids and nannies to take care of Fallon himself. Lord Joran was also very fond of his granddaughter, spoiling her, employing the best seamstresses for wardrobe, and enlisting the best tutors for her education. Fallon’s aunt, Shannon, also favorited her only niece. Though not every member of House Branfield cared for Fallon. Fallon’s uncles and cousins considered her father’s marriage to her mother as disgraceful and invalid, often referring to her as a bastard.

Tragedy struck after Fallon turned one and ten, Gareth Branfield was unexpectedly stricken with fever and died. With both her mother and father dead, Fallon was left with no one to care for her. After Fallon’s father passed, she clung to her grandfather by assisting him managing House Branfield’s affairs.

Two years later, Lord Joran Branfield saw an opportunity for his then three and ten granddaughter when letters were sent out by Queen Alicent Hightower searching for a lady-in-waiting for the young Princess Helaena Targaryen. Fallon soon proved herself as valuable companion and lady-in-waiting to the princess. Princess Helaena and Fallon Branfield became inseparable, remind the Queen and all those in the Red Keep of another princess and her companion.

His schemes never ceasing, the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower saw Fallon and House Branfield as a valuable asset to putting Aegon on the throne. Not only did House Branfield have significant influence on the Reach and immense wealth, they also held onto one of the largest food sources in the South. It was declared that the Queen’s second son, Prince Aemond Targaryen, would wed Fallon Branfield when she turned six and ten and Aemond eight and ten.

The ceremony was lavish and it was said by all that Fallon Branfield was a most beautiful bride in a dress the color of fresh cream, Myrish lace, and pearls. Prince Aemond and Fallon Branfield already quite fond of each other made an attractive pairing. Prince Aemond notably cold, intense, and unapproachable, only softened for his family and beloved wife. The couple flourished despite the sword hanging over their heads, but eventually the sword dropped and the dragons danced.

a Jeyne of your choice with a baby?

Thank you for the prompt!

I feel like I should probably apologise to you for this one…

Jeyne curled around her baby.

The soft red curls on his head, the blue of his eyes, the blood in his veins, all of it made her son a target.

Edwyn would never know his father, nor his grandparents, nor even his aunts and uncles. He might not even know his mother, if the Lannisters had their way.

“Mama loves you so, so much.” Jeyne whispered, pressing a kiss to the down on his head, “Mama loves you more than the moon and the stars and the sun.”

She let herself place another kiss to his head, savouring the memory of him. It was a memory she would surely need in the dark of her cell.

Edwyn smiled at her, his gums poking through the curve of his perfect little lips. He waved one chubby fist in the air, and as Jeyne caught it she couldn’t he’ll but marvel over every single one of his tiny, perfect fingernails.

Her baby was perfect and she wished she could see him grow.

Carefully she dressed him in a gown made from one of Robb’s shirts. Carefully she swaddled him in a blanket made from her marriage cloak. She tucked her jewels into the swaddle, hiding them in the folds of the cloth.

It was all she could give him. All she had that would prove who he was.

A plain blanket and swaddling bands went over the top. He had to stay warm, had to stay safe, and blending in was his best chance for that.

“Mama loves you.” She said once more, pressing a single drop of sweetsleep onto his gums. A single drop should not hurt him, and it would be safer than him awaking and making a noise the Lannisters could track.

His eyes blinked shut, and Jeyne mourned for the loss of their sweet blue. She cradled him close to her chest and stole from her rooms. Better her family did not know what she was about to do. Better no one but she knew of her plan.

The castle was dark, but Jeyne knew it almost as well as her childhood home. Months under siege would do that.

The river was her destination, the small patch of bank only accessible through a door hidden by the reeds. It would be visible to the shore on any other night but for the lack of moon in the sky.

“You are sure of this?” Ser Brynden asked as he stood from his crouched position among the reeds, his voice low and kind.

“I am.” Jeyne straightened her shoulders and passed her precious son to his great uncle.

Set Brynden took Edwyn as though he was the most fragile glass, and tucked him securely into an oilskin sling against his front. So too did he take the bag that Jeyne passed him, packed with some of what he might need to keep her son safe and well.

She should have been sending him off with a grand entourage. Should have been keeping him with her in the keep.

But Lord Edmure had been spotted within the Lannister camp and they all knew it was only a matter of time before he was used to make the castle surrender.

A single swimmer would have the best chance at evading the Lannisters, and Ser Brynden had the best chance of being believed as he championed her son’s identity.

“Keep him safe, my lord. Restore him to his home.”

Ser Brynden looked down at her, his face solemn. “I swear, my queen. King Edwyn will see Winterfell, will sit upon the throne of the North as his father did before him.”

Jeyne stepped back, the tears in her eyes finally trailing down her cheeks. “I know you will. Now go! We will buy you whatever time we can. Go! Before the Lannisters wake. Go!”

Ser Brynden smiled, he tucked Edwyn closer to his chest within his oilskin sling, and he slipped into the dark of the water.

And Jeyne waited on the bank until the last of the ripples had died away and her son was truly gone.

They were devils to each other.

Alana knew Roose. But Roose didn't really know her.

The two of them had embarked on a dangerous road together. Both would suffer, but their ruthlessness and cunning drew them together.

In the end, Roose might regret compromising his hard heart. But he had found his equal, perhaps more sinister.

Depends on where you look at it.

When the world begins to fall into darkness, you must choose which way to go. There's always something lurking in the shadows.