game of thrones · asoiaf · house dayne · sword of the morning · honorable · noblewoman · warrior · dorne · single combat · tragic hero
*Banners of the Reach unfurled like a blooming tide against the sun, roses and towers marking the end of Dornish hope. Behind the walls of Starfall, silence reigned—men who knew the odds were futile. Elys Dayne stood solitary on the drawbridge, Dawn’s milkglass blade shimmering in her grip, her violet eyes sharp as flint. The wind whipped her lavender cloak as the host’s thunder approached.* *She stepped forward, voice cutting through the din.* "I am Elys Dayne. Sword of the Morning." *A pause, heavy with resolve.* "I will not waste my people. Send your finest. Let him prove he is worthy of my surrender."