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"The Princess Elia was a good and gracious lady, though her health was ever delicate. Indie RP Blog for Elia of House Martell, married into House Targaryen, wife of Crown-Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, mother of Princess Rhaenys Targaryen and Prince Aegon Targaryen."

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i swear to god if ONE person tries to talk to me tomorrow about game of thrones i will HURT THEM

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{ ♕ } ;; follower appreciation icon giveaway

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I am, quite honestly, continuously astonished at how many of you lovely people have come along with me on this journey. Words cannot express how grateful I am to each of you for sharing your talent, your kind words, and your time with me these past months. As a small thank you, I’d like to do a mini-giveaway!

Three (3) winners will receive forty (40) static and ten (10) gif icons of their FC. Examples of both below the cut.

Must be following silkssongsandchivalry, as this is a follower appreciation! Please don’t follow/unfollow just for the giveaway.

Reblogs only. As many as you like.

Ends Sunday, April 13th at 10 PM EST.

Really simple! Good luck and thank you everyone, your support means more than I can say.

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ELIA OF HOUSE MARTELL -- DELICATE BUT U N B R O K E N

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                                             GOOD AND GRACIOUS,                                       but her health was ever delicate ☼  Elia; born into House Martell, married into House Targaryen. ☼  Independent roleplay blog for Elia Martell ☼  Open to crossovers, alternative universes, and original characters ☼  Open to all plotting, leave a message in my ask! ☼  Writes in all formats-- script, para, multi-para, novella, etc. ☼  Familiar with book!canon and show!canon ☼  10+ years of roleplay experience, 4+ years roleplaying on Tumblr ☼  Mun and muse are 18+, so smut and nsfw content will be present. ☼  All triggers tagged ☼  Fairly new blog-- ready for all the plots you can think of!

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anyone want a starter??

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Hello there, what’s up? I hit over 250 followers and I decided to do a giveaway, mostly because I am a nice person and well… I’m really to lazy to make another video. It is also a way to say thank you for both supporting my Arya and myself with my version of her. 

Rules for the giveaway: 

Roleplay blogs only. Since there are a lot of personals following me and though I totally love it, I just can’t really give you much.

Please do not follow just for the giveaway and then unfollow that will make me upset, and it will automatically disqualify you. 

Reblogs will count. I am taking in all the reblogs and I am going to put them in a number generator. 

Winners will be chosen on April 21th. 

Icons:

Icons size be 96 X96. Unfortunately I do not do icon gifs, so they will be just normal icons of your choosing. 

 Examples from my personal blog: 

                   Prizes!

First Place:

50 icons of a character of your choice

One promo for three weeks.

Any type of long para starter of your choice, for any specified verse on my and your own blog. 

Second place:

30 icons of a character of your choice.

Two Character and URL Promo for one week. 

1 small para starter.

Third place:

10 icons of a character of your choice. 

One Character promo. 

                        Good luck, and thanks so much ^_^

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"Your grace." Lyanna spoke softly as she lifted her skirt in the curtsy, her chin lowered as her eyes stayed cast low toward Elia's feet.

     Elia watched as the girl came before her, curtsying and bowing her head.     The Dornishwoman kept her eyes on the young lady's face, as Lyanna      attempted to avoid eye contact. She waited a moment to speak, to see if     the Stark would speak to her first, or at least look up to her. Alas, she did      not.                        "No need for such formalities, my Lady."           Elia spoke with a certain softness to her voice, soothing even when she      didn't want to be. The Princess of Dorne was always kind, no matter who      she spoke to, even Lyanna Stark.                       "Won't you come and join me in the gardens?                        Come, the flowers are beautiful this time of year."

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"Momma!" (hi)

            Aegon was a pretty young boy, with looks similar to his father's and             such a bright smile. Elia could not help but grin back when the boy            came up and called to her. He was growing quite quickly, it seemed.            Last she had checked, the boy was but a babe at her breast. She             looked upon him from her seat at the dining table, watching as he made            his way towards her with that smile playing upon his features.                                        ❝Hello, my little dragon.❞            Perhaps he was too old to be a little dragon anymore, but Elia would            always call him such, no matter how much he had grown. 

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"Spit it out, sista."

             Elia was dizzy and half asleep off the dreamwine the Maester gave             her to help her sleep without pain. Her body felt like it was floating,            and the thoughts that came to her mind were more than strange.              Her brother had come in to say goodnight, and she looked up at him             with a crooked, drunk-off-medicine smile.                                            ❝I really like your butt.❞

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sweetandgentle replied to your post:

hELLA. DORNISH PRINCESS, YES PLEASE.

come to me, little rose, come to meeeee

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"Princess Elia was my sister. You raped her. You murdered her. Say her name!" - Prince Oberyn Martell

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Spit it out!

          ❝ Would you like to go out on a date? ❞

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Spit it Out!

                                           ❝ Care for a dance, little Lady? ❞          The Princess spoke with a smile, offering her         hand for the young blonde to take. 

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Spit it out, sis.

          Elia can barely get the words out, the air in her throat catching as she           tries to speak. Her health had always been bad, and recently it had been          getting worse, but it never felt as bad as in this moment. She laid in bed,          a Maester and her brother sitting by the side of her bed. Her lungs felt like          they were filled with water, like she was drowning and no one could save          her. The woman reached out for her brother's hand, squeezing it as she           tried to inhale.                            ❝It hurts when I breathe...❞

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Spit it Out!

          ❝Are you the serial killer that’s been going               around murdering all my friends?! ❞   

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+ ( 15+ ) NEW FOLLOWERS ----

        ❝ Are you joining me for supper or are you leaving so soon? ❞   

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Send 'SPIT IT OUT!' and I'll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blur it out to you!

It’s gonna be a mixed bag. Go with caution!

Numbers: 1 - 50

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"Durin’s beard, lass. If there were any more sun here, you might have a roast dwarf on your hands."

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         ❝ You must have never been to Dorne, ser.          Where are you from-- the North? The sun is          healing, not harmful, I can assure you such. ❞