"Even a wolf, who revels in then light of the moon relishes the warmth of the sun."
Eleana Martell was the daughter of the sun, and Robb Stark was the son of winter. Yet, even winter can not exist without the sun.
I'm back! Whoop whoop! I got a wild hair and thought I miss Eleana my feisty sun goddess ☀️ Anyways I hope you enjoys this chapter and as always I only own Eleana! 😊
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She departed from the Red Keep as the sun began to rise. Her whole entourage, including Gerold make there way to the courtyard, loading her things up for the trip to Dorne. To home.
She feels the warmth of a familiar fur under the palm of her hand.
"Ah, your master will not pleased that you have come to see me off." She said as she scratched behind the dire wolves ear, being around him made her long for Rajah even more. She gives the wolf a sad smile, one that should not plague her, but seems to be there regardless. "Look out for him, he may not always have the right timing, and he does have tend to be blinded by his Stark honor but he does have the best of intentions." She looks into those gleaming yellow eyes one last time before standing up.
"Off you go now." She says to Greywind hoping that he abides her, and as she turns her head she sees that he does not not listen, as he plops himself down sits down firmly on his behind. "Will you see me off then?" She said as she held her hand out for the footman to assist her in boarding the carriage.
She looked at the dire wolf and then to highest point of Keep to see his master, the King watching her as she turned her head to look to the horizon to Dorne to home.
"Gerold?" She looks at the man seated across from her.
"Yes, Lena?" His indigo eyes dance in the early morning sun, and she wonders if her father's eyes looked the same? But, she pushes Rhaegar Targeryen from her thoughts, as she has done her whole life.
"Starks have a curious sense of honor." She tells him.
"I have seen that." His dark brow raises, with a smirk on his face.
"It bounds them to words. Words are like the wind." She spits out.
"Some would agree."
She looks at him, her brown eyes staring at him with the anger of a dragon. "You disagree?"
"Aye, I do." He simply nods before looking out the window.
"Why is that?" Her words are short and clipped.
"I would give my life on your word." He looks dead in her eyes, and she cannot help but feel a shiver run up her spine, he meant every word.
She ponders over his words a long time, words that bring so many emotions to her eyes. "Perhaps, words are different for Dornish men." Her hand goes under her chin, propping her chin up with her fist.
"My father ruined the Westeros with flowery promises, all false promises that started a war." She says looking at the terrain out of the windows, she wondered if her mother and father traveled this very same path? Her father surely had.
"Aye, Princess." The Darkstar says using her title. A title, she was born with, one she was given at Dorne's high halls. "Perhaps, those promises were real to him."
"Real enough to sacrifice my mother and siblings for it?" She looks at him helplessly, "I do not find that honorable or noble." She had once been told by a visiting knight how honorable and noble her father once was, but she never could believe him. In truth, she did once before she saw the look on her uncles faces when she mentioned honorable and noble Rhaegar Targeryen. She decided then, and there he would no longer hold a place in her heart. Never.
If she only knew that she may look like Elia Martell but she acted like Rhaegar Targeryen.
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Robb paced back and forth in his privy chamber. His mind reeling over the crumpled letter in his hand. He couldn't help but replay her words over and over in his mind.
He wonders if this was how his Aunt Lyanna felt when she looked at Rhaegar? Did she feel this undeniable heat? This spark which could he could not extinguish even with Roslin Frey's sweet face staring back at him, it was not the face he wanted to be looking at for the rest of his life.
And he understands now, why people burn the world down for that unobtainable spark, because when you find it, you hold onto it and he let it go.
His mind goes to the letter hidden within his desk drawer, that still holds the spicy scent of her.
Robb,
I know that we did not part on the best of terms, to be frank we parted as bitter enemies. I do not know if I can live with that, for Dorne- for me. This is a token of my sincere regret that things between House Martell and Stark can never fully be mended. This circlet was found among your aunt Lyanna's things at the Tower of Joy, no doubt a present from my own father. And as a token of good will I, Princess Eleana Martell, now return it to you to bestow upon your sisters heads as your aunt would have wanted. Or perhaps, one day your own daughters head. Now this, if you should call in a time of need, Dorne shall heed your call without reservation.
Live a long and happy life. But above all else, love your wife. I above anyone know the greatest repercussions of a man who does not love his wife, I do not want that for your children or for you. You must know our separation from each other was in good faith.
