Elia and Oberyn, Oberyn and Elia, two words melding together to make one entity. Joint at the hips, should have been twins, their mother had joked, and Oberyn had felt nothing but pride for it. It was true, after all, they were each other's soul. And yet, yet—        Oberyn could not save Elia. Doran says, it was not your fault, brother. The Lannisters will pay for it— but it was his fault. If a knight does not save his princess, there is no worth to him. Elia was dead, and the sky didn’t fall into pieces— only Oberyn did. And that was something he could not forgive, could not stop resenting. Oberyn had failed in saving Elia, so all that was left to him was justice, was — vengeance.

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When Rhaenys was younger, her mother had promised her— I would be there to hold your hand, always, my sun-heart. Yet Elia Martell, Princess of Dorne and the would-be-queen had lied, because she lay dead in the crypts and not by her side. And now Aegon had no one but her, the two of them against the whole world.