ASOIAF AU ficlet: The sun will not set on me
Elia Martell gets her happy ending. Jaime does too. Elia x Jaime
Unbowed, unbent, unbroken, those were her family's words.
Those were the words her ancestors gave Aerys' when they thought a dragon could tame the sun. No fire burns hotter than the sun, not even dragonflame. The Targaryens learned that the hard way. It was time for their descendants to be reminded that Dorne was not like the other Kingdoms.
Our knees do not bend so easily.
"Thank you," She was embracing him. "Thank you," her voice was thick with relief. Elia looked up into the green eyes of Jaime Lannister and his warm smile made her heart flutter in a way that Rhaegar's never could.
Theirs was a chaste courtship. Unlike her husband, she had not strayed from their marriage bed despite the temptations that Jaime stirred within her these past few months. Or her own yearning to numb that cold ache of loneliness that nestled itself deep inside her.
She was not sure she could pick the exact moment when it happened.
Was it when Rhaenys cried out for Jaime instead of her father after a nightmare?
Or how he never hesitated to pick up a crying Aegon to soothe him back to sleep.
Or how he would chase a giggling Rhaenys in the godswood where he always looked to be having as much fun as her.
The young man whose head was filled with dreams of glory had been left behind in the war to become more nursemaid than knight. It would make most men bitter, but not him.
He had never complained. He had never withdrawn from them. Jaime Lannister was there whenever he could be. His presence was part pillar and part shield for her.
I would not be here without him.
Elia and Jaime had been abandoned together. They were trapped together. They were tormented by the Mad King together.
But soon we will triumph together.
She had seen Lord Tywin sit upon the very seat she found herself in more times then she could count. Now, it was her who was siting on the Iron Throne with him standing below her.
"Your son has come to me and has asked to be removed from the kingsguard," It was a memory she found herself drawing strength from while she was perched atop this monstrous throne of melted swords. “He had one condition."
"He will only resign from the kingsguard if he can take me as his wife," Elia delivered the news with a neutral look despite the warmth and happiness that bubbled up within. A font that had been overflowing in her chest these past few days.
It was true she was still a widow, who was expected to grieve for Rhaegar. Elia wore black out of duty not devotion. In her heart and mind she had buried Rhaegar long ago.
"It would be an honor to join our houses, Princess," He delicately observed. "However, it was said you were infertile. My apologies, Princess I mean no disrespect or insult."
"I am pleased to say that has been proven to be an unfound rumor, my lord." She allowed herself a polite smile when she added, "It has been confirmed by several maesters who serve some of the greatest lords in the realm that I am once more able to bear children."
She did not like the man below her, but Tywin Lannister would not rule the Westerlands forever. A son between Jaime and I will be the future Lord of the Rock as well as Aegon's half brother.
You had no choice, but she smiled all the same.