The Young Wolf and the Sun Maiden.

We Remain.

A/N: I have changed some points in time and places for my story to make sense. Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Burn me in fire, drown me in flames. Whatever happens here, we remain."

The cold stonewalls of Dragonstone echoed with the wails of a woman's troubled labor, "Push, my lady! Push!"

Princess Elia Martell obeyed the words of her mid-wife as she pushed out the child, the child her husband so desperately craved that he had sough out the wolf maiden. His obsession with the prophecy of the dragon with three heads had ruined her and had ruined their life together. He had ruined this child, and they have never even seen him she thought bitterly.

When Rheagar had crowned the Stark girl Queen of Love and Beauty, and had left her his wife humiliated everything had exploded. The whole Westeros was swallowed up in the flames of The Last Dragon.

And, when he took Lyanna Stark willingly or unwillingly to the Tower of Joy ten months before, Elia had grown to feel nothing for him. Nothing but bitterness was the only feeling she could muster. Even his name brought a bad taste to her dry mouth. The bitterness inside her was raging, burning brighter than the Dornish sun. In the moments before her child came into the world, she feared that her bitterness had consumed the child she carried within her womb.

With another piercing scream, the babe that would complete the three heads of the dragon was born into the world screaming and red-faced.

"My child, hand me my child." Elia pleaded to her lady-in-waiting, Ashara Dayne.

Ashara handed the babe, who was now swaddled in blanket to her mother.

Elia smiled at the babe in her arms, for the first time she was happy a child she birthed bared more resemblance to her than her husband. "She is beautiful."

"What will you name her, my lady?" Ashara looked to her and then the babe, with nothing but love in her violet eyes.

"Eleana, for she is the daughter of the sun."

"Yes, I dare say she is. Not a trace of dragon's blood can be seen on her face." Ashara mused as she took in the babe's appearance.

"Eleana of House Martell." Elia radiated a bright glow, as she looked at her daughter, her last child.

"My lady, it is time."

Tears began to stream down her eyes, "Let me say goodbye, please. "

Ashara nodded as she left to gather her things, for the long journey ahead to meet her brother, Lord of Starfall-Edric Dayne.

Elia's tears dripped down her cheek, and onto the babes face. "Eleana, my dear sweetling. This is where we part, I cannot save your siblings, but I can save you. You will be freed from the wrath and ruin of dragon fire. And, you will be happy and I will be dead." At her words the babe began to cry, voicing her dread of what was to be. Elia tried to smile, but she could feel the muscles in her face forcing her to frown, "Do not fret, and do not cry this is something I would do. I would gladly give my life for yours. You will be faced with many trials, and you will be hated- you will be loved. But, you must remember that through it all to be strong. You must be a true Martell, you must hold fast to your beliefs. And above all, you must remain unbowed, unbent, and unbroken."

Before Ashara could take the child from her, she was able to tell her one last thing, "I love you Eleana, I love you with all my heart ... I bid you to never forget it."