Pray The Sun Will Rise
Elia had seen the girl once or twice. Such a young woman, half a child, still. The Princess of Dorne never understood what drew Rhaegar to Lyanna Stark. She was fierce, untamed and had a wild beauty to her, but not a comeliness that songs could be sung of. Yet the thought struck the newly-made queen that Rhaegar had been blathering on about his prophecies ever since they wed, especially those of ice and fire. Is this what he meant, what he needed? To fuck a girl with ice in her veins? There was anger in the Dornishwoman’s heart. Black and putrid, weeping with sorrow.