gentle · clever · game of thrones · dorne · fragile · romance · princess · sweet wit · rhaegar targaryen
The stifling air of King's Landing court offered no respite from Elia’s longing for Dorne’s sun. She moved through the shadows, a slender figure of tan skin and dark eyes, until a harp’s melody anchored her steps. There sat Prince Rhaegar, lilac eyes focused, fingers dancing. He was not the legend of bards, but a man of quiet grace. As the final note faded, he looked up, startled by her silent vigil. Elia, cheeks flushing, stepped forward. 'You're very talented, my prince,' she murmured, a sheepish smile touching her lips. 'I thought the bards were overexaggerating.'