Bab 2: Elia l
Elia Martell held her daughter as close as she could. Just moments ago, two armored men had broken in and began to charge them.
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Aegon and Rhaenys had entered her mind first. She reached for her children instantly, mothers instinct driving her actions.
However her heart immediately broke when the giant bashed little Aegon's head in while he grabbed her and held her down. The other held Rhaenys by her hair as he reached for his dagger.
Despair quickly entered her mind as she knew what would happen.
'Damn You Rhaegar, Damn You Aerys!' She internally repeated over and over again as she outwardly screamed for her and her daughters mercy.
She thought all was lost until, "The Hell?" Somehow she heard a voice amongst the chaos. Internally hoping for Barristan or her uncle, Lewyn. She was disappointed when she saw the man from underneath the giant.
'I'm doomed.' She said with finality in her mind.
The man stood tall, taller than her atleast. He had a perfect symmetrical face with a strong, semi-bearded face. A scar led down the left side of his face that was shadowed by his hanging brown hair.
"You gents have screwed yourself." The man said as he drew a short sword. Both men released their captives and engaged the men, from then on a battle raged.
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"Trevor, of house Belmont." The man answered her previous question.
'The Belmont's? Does he mistake it for the Belmore's of Strongsong in the Vale?'
"S-sorry my l-lord do you mean B-Belmore?" Elia asks fearful of his response. Trauma from being almost violated while watching one of her children get its head bashed in while the other almost stabbed to death, clouded her mind.
"Well, thats not what I said darling." Trevor jokes.
"Well…who are you?" Trevor asks, seeing her discomfort.
"…Lady Elia of house Tar-…Martell of Dorne." She corrects herself.
She sees his confusion with her words. She wondered why. Martell was one of the great houses, even if he was from Essos, surely he must've heard of them at some point.
"I see…" He says at her words, deepening her confusion at the man. Suddenly he grabs her pulling her along as her body tenses and her frip on her daughter tightens.
Once they step out into the hallways, she sees the chaos all around. Numerous Targaryen and Lannister soldiers lye dead. She notices some Stark and Baratheon men among them.
'They've gotten this far?' Elia resounds, shocked at her observations. Trevor leads her farther down the hallways, turning down random corners as he silently curses.
"The hell?" Trevor silently curses in confusion of the castle he pulls her and her daughter around.
"S-sir please-"
"Do you live here?" He asks her.
"Yes, of course, I was the princess."
"Oh..a princess, how fun." He says sarcastically.
Elia quickly lets go of her annoyance at his tone, it would not do well to chastise her savior.
They stop when Trevor comes to a deadend. She sees him wipe his brow in frustration.
"Damn, this castle. I guess I should've asked, how do you get out of this place?" Trevor asks.
"Wel-"
"Stop!" A tired sounding voice orders them. Upon seeing who it is, Elia once again becomes fearfull.
Men in red and gold colored armor with lion sigils adorned on them, she correctly guesses.
'Lannisters.' She internally spews hatefully and fearfully.
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