A Fanfiction by SoulReaperCrewe

Rain in the Desert

Chapter 1

281 AC- Kings Landing

Princess Elia Martell was not afraid of death. It was one inevitability that every person in the world that everyone shared, whether you were rich or poor, noble or common, big or small, strong or weak. Death waited for no man, woman or child and when it was your time to be taken by the Stranger, then the Stranger would pluck you away like you were a simple thread in a much larger tapestry.

She ushered her daughter under the bed the moment she heard the bolted door to the Princesses chambers began to shake and splinter as a heavy force from behind the door began to crush it. She could hear the door struggling to hold up, the creaks from the wood and the screech from the bolt begin to weaken and fill her veins with ice and dread. All she could do was gulp and ensure her children were safe and stood defiantly in front of her son's crib.

The door continued to tremble until the door was suddenly thrown off the hinges and crashed to the ground, revealing the biggest man Elia had ever seen standing there in dark armor with a yellow fabric handing down the center of his breastplate with three black dogs going down the middle. Gregor Clegane, 'the Mountain that Rides', was a man that stood bigger and stronger than the Legendary Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Duncan the Tall. She knew him well as her Husband the Prince had knighted him himself at the Tourney of Harrenhal but she had heard the dark stories of his childhood. How he had held his younger brothers head to a hot brazier for playing with one of his toys and apparently killed both his father and his sister in incidents that were made to look like accidents. He was only a boy of seventeen and yet he was the most terrifying and most daunting force she had ever seen.

He strode in, his enormous legs only needed a couple of steps before he had reached her and quickly grabbed her and threw her on the bed with a single hand. Elia tried to pick herself back up but a firm hand belonging to the Mountain appeared on her body and with one powerful yank, her yellow and orange dress that her brother Oberyn had gifted her when she left Suspear for the Capital was ripped straight off her body, leaving her in nothing but her own skin.

From the doorway, another man walked inside. He was an ugly man that she recognized thanks to the Manticore sigil on his armor, recognizing him as Ser Amory Lorch. Both were men of the Westerlands and since they were both here instead of the Throne Room for the King, the only thing Elia could think of was that both men were here for a reason and that reason was her and her children.

"There she is," Elia heard the ugly knight spew out and saw him reach under the bed and begin pulling Rhaenys out from her hiding spot. The littles girls scream snapped Elia out of her daze and she made to jump at the Ser Amory but instead found the giant hand of the Mountain grabbing her hair and yanking her back onto her back. She hissed and let a sob leave her lips as she felt long tresses of her long black hair get pulled out of her scalp.

"Mama!" The child wailed trying desperately to reach out to her mother, only to be yanked back by Ser Amory, who then held Rhaenys down on her front. Elia watched him grin maliciously

"Get off her! Get off my daughter!" The Princess was desperate to grab her daughter but out of the corner of her eye, she spied Gregor Clegane taking off his helmet, revealing his enormous head. He looked a lot older than a boy of seventeen and yet there was a madness in his eyes that left her shaken to the core. This man could truly kill her without even trying and with a single hand. His fists were almost the size of her head and could cover the entirety of her face.

Then she screamed when she saw his enormous, meaty hands push back the blanket over Aegon's crib and reach out for the baby. Her hands clawed at his own and she felt her nails rip through his skin and draw blood. She felt him bring his hand back off the top of her head, freeing her leaving her free to move. She disregarded her state of dress and swiped her hand at the giant's face, feeling her nails slash across the bridge of his nose and along the right cheek.

The big man stumbled back in surprise and let out a loud bellow of a roar as his hand came up inspect his face. She could see the madness in his face intensify and his breathing became harder and harder as his body began to shake with unbridled rage.

A cry from behind her forced her to look back at Rhaenys and her body immediately went into action when she saw Ser Amory take out a knife from his pocket. Her daughter had become a mess of sobs and screaming and Elia reacted as any mother would. She grabbed a hold of Ser Amory and began fighting him for the knife. She knew she couldn't beat him with strength and could already feel her grasp on the knife beginning to slacken until his other hand that had been restraining Rhaenys released the girl and grabbed Elia by the throat.

Elia choked, trying to find her breath but couldn't get anything out of lungs. Her hand on the knife slipped away and the next thing she felt was pain radiating from her shoulder. The knife turned and twisted into her flesh, blood beginning to stream down her arm and body and let out a choked gasp when it was pulled out.

"You bitch! I'll fucking gut you all over this pretty bed of yours!"

She just stared back at him with a hateful look.

"I won't let you hurt my Rhaenys."

Elia lay on the bed, defiantly looking between both men and trying to put herself in front of Rhaenys. Cleganes attention was firmly on her and not Aegon for the time being and she watched him stalk over to her and begin wrestling with her in his grasp. She tried to fight him off but he was just so powerful that she stood no chance.

He picked her up with a single hand and threw her against the wall next to Aegon's crib. His hand went to his enormous sword that was slung across his back. It was as big as a regular sized person and was easily the biggest sword she had ever seen in her life. She had seen the Mountain cleave a man in half with his sword during the Tourney of Harrenhal with armor on and it had left the audience members gasping and screaming and Elia remembered she had turned away when it happened. Oberyn had been next to her and she had heard him tsk with his mouth, obviously in displeasure at how the Mountain was handling his opponents.

She had no chance at fighting such a beast.

Behind her Ser Amory grabbed a hold of Rhaenys again, the girl shivering like a leaf as her screams went unanswered. At the same time, Amory raised his dagger and Clegane raised his sword ready to cleave Elia into two parts.

'Please..anyone...save us.'

And her silent prayer went answered.

"Lorch!"

From the opening to her chambers, she watched as a man strode in as quick as lightning, wearing a long flowing dark blue cloak that covered most of his body and a hood covering his face, obscuring his face from view from everyone.

"Who the fuck are you! Get out of here before I decide to gut you too!"

It happened in the blink of an eye but one moment Ser Amory was restraining her daughter, ready to stab her darling daughter to death with a sick grin on his face and then the next moment Ser Amory was clutching neck, a dagger thrown by the man in the blue cloak embedded in his throat. The cloaked man's arm was outstretched having moved with such speed and precision that Elia hadn't seen him move.

The sound of Ser Amory trying to breath was one of the most awful sounds Elia had ever heard and could only watch as the man tried in vain to stop the blood from gushing out. Instead, the blood was gurgling in his mouth and leaking down his chin as Ser Amory dropped to his knee's and fell flat on his face.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body twitched in multiple places.

And then the twitching just stopped.

Just like that, the man was dead.

The room was silent at what had just transpired and Elia's attention was switching between the man in the cloak, Ser Amory dead on the floor and Mountain who was staring at his partner's assailant with unbridled fury in his eyes. She didn't think the giant could get any angrier but it appeared she was wrong.

He strode over towards the cloaked man and raised his enormous greatsword above his head, ready to swing it down when the man suddenly raised his hand and pointed his palm towards Gregor Clegane.

This man that had just killed Ser Amory with a dagger to the throat was going to fight the Mountain with no weapons and didn't appear to be moving an inch. He just seemed to stare impassively at the enormous brute that was about to cleave him into two separate parts.

"Move you fool!" Elia shouted, her tone of voice desperate and not wanting to see this stranger die in front of her. Instead of following her words, Elia could only watch in mind numbing disbelief as the cloaked man muttered out a single word.

"Sectumsempra!"

A flash of light burst out of the middle of his palm and Elia watched as the flash hit Gregor in the leg. A squelching sound could be heard coming from the impact and splatters of blood burst out across the room, spraying the floor and walls. Gregor crumbled to the ground as his leg gave way beneath him, flopping like fish out of the water and a groan escaping his lips. His sword dropped from his hand and covered his injured knee.

His other hand came up and tried to grab the cloaked stranger but the stranger stepped back out of his reach.

His hand came up again and he spoke another strange set of words that Elia didn't understand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Elia was at a loss for words as she watched the enormous body of Gregor Clegane lift up off the ground like he was a feather in the wind. He levitated about five feet off the ground as Clegane waved his arms around in the air, trying to grab on to anything on the ground.

Instead, the only thing he found was his body being slammed against the ceiling, causing the ceiling to creak and crack in the impact zone. It didn't stop there as the cloaked stranger waved his hand in a mad frenzy and Elia could only watch and wince as Cleganes was thrown around the room, impacting the ceiling, the wall, and the floor.

'Any other man would be dead after that onslaught.' Elia could see his Clegane still moving but he looked close to being unconscious. His eyes were heavy and had earned a gash on his forehead from hitting his head on the stone floor. With the added weight of his armor, she could only imagine what his body must have been feeling.

"Gahh put me down!"

"With pleasure," The cloaked man spoke and roughly threw his hands towards the door.

Gregor flew through the air and flew out of the chambers and barreled across the ground. To make matters worse, Gregor rolled across the hard floor and was sent spiraling down the stairs. His impacts could be heard in Elia's chambers until a very loud thud indicated Gregor had hit the ground floor.

Elia had been silent since the Mountain had the tables turned on him and couldn't keep her eyes off the cloaked man that was still stood at the entrance. She saw him turn away from the entrance and look her way and began to walk over to her, pulling something out from beneath his cloak.

Not knowing the intentions of the cloaked man, Elia threw up her hand as he came closer. "Stop where you are, don't come any closer," The man kept coming though and Elia prepared for the worst.

Instead of harming her, she felt something soft cover the wound on her shoulder. She looked down at his hand and saw a piece of cloth in his hand and felt his other hand take her free one and pressed it against the cloth.

"Hold that down. There's no time to patch you up until we get to safety. Put something fit for travel on and get your children ready."

Hearing the cloaked man comment on her children, reality set in and Elia all but jumped over the bed and picked up Rhaenys up, laying her head in the crook of her neck. She whispered sweet and reassuring words to Rhaenys, trying to calm the little girl down from the traumatic experience they had both shared.

"It's okay Rhaenys, it's okay. Mama's here. You're okay, you're safe." She kissed the top of her head and gently rubbed her back, dropping the cloth onto the bed so she could wrap both arms around her daughter. Rhaeny sniffles slowly began to cease now that she was back in her mother's arms while Elia made her way around the bed and checked on Aegon.

She wanted to both cry and laugh to see her son was unharmed. He hadn't even woken up and was completely oblivious to what had just happened.

"Princess," She heard the man say and turned her head, "I apologize but I must insist you hurry. More will be here at any moment."

Being reminded of the dire situation they were in, Elia shakily nodded her head. "R-Right, I'll just be a moment." She put Rhaenys down on the bed and ran to her closet, which somehow survived Gregor Clegane being thrown around the room. It only took her a minute to dress her self, taking his words to heart to wear something for travel and decided on simply leather boots that went up to her knee's and a dark sleeveless yellow dress that left her arms bare and covered her body down to her knee's. It fit her perfectly despite having not worn it since before Aegon's birth and had been a gift from her brother, Oberyn before she left Sunspear for the Capital. She quickly tied her hair into a loose knot and quickly got her children ready.

"We're ready," Elia told the cloaked man. The man checked the corridors to ensure no one was around before he strode over to them. Elia expected him to begin leading them out of the Queens tower but instead, she was left confused when he stuck his arm out to her.

"Take my arm and hold your breath. This will feel very disorientating and I find holding your breath helps settle the stomach." Elia looked at him funny and was looking between him and the entrance.

"I don't understand."

"You don't need to understand. I can explain later but right now you need to take my arm," Voices and noise flooded the stairwell and both the cloaked man and Elia turned their attention to the door. Elia unconsciously held Aegon against her chest and Rhaenys hand a little tighter. "There's at least a dozen of them. Princess, I need you to take hold of my arm as tight as you can."

"Trust me, Princess."

The sounds of the Lannister soldiers grew ever closer and louder. This man had saved her from two of Tywin Lannisters worst knights and enforcers and if he hadn't shown up then she would likely be dead right now as would her children.

Resolving her nerves, Elia nodded and grabbed a hold of his arm. "I trust you."

"Then hold on tight and don't let go."

Before Elia knew what was happening, the world around her disappeared in and she heard a loud cracking and popping sound reach her ears. Her entire body felt weightless like she had been picked up and was being spun around the room so fast that she couldn't make out anything but blurs. She shut her eyes and felt her stomach begin to lurch and could feel her breakfast from earlier begin creeping back up.

And then as quick as it came, it vanished and her feet touched solid ground again.

Elia couldn't hold it in and vomited all over the ground and somehow managing to avoid getting any of it on her clothes. She stood hunched over breathing heavily, next to her Rhaenys fell on her bottom, looking very dazed and blinked her red and puffy eyes.

"What was that? What just happened?" Elia asked, gagging a little when she felt another round of vomit trying to make its way up her body. When she slowly stood back up and took a couple of deep breaths, she realized where they were and almost dropped Aegon in disbelief. Off in the distance was none other than Kings Landing, at least five miles away and where she was just moments ago. "H-How?"

"Like I said, I'll tell you later but we have to go. We can't stay here too long." The cloaked man was standing in front of a small campsite with a relatively large tent, a small fire a few meters in front of it and two horses that were tied up to a tree. He clapped his hands and Elia watched in amazement as the tent began to fold in on its self and put itself away inside of a pouch that suddenly appeared in his hands.

Rhaenys looked up at her "Mama, where are we? Where's papa?"

"Not now Rhaenys," Elia quietly silenced her daughter and approached the cloaked man, "Where are you taking us?"

He made his way over to the horses and untied them from the tree. "Dorne, where you'll be safe. I intended to take you to Sunspear where your brothers are but since I've never been there it may be difficult to make our way there." Elia nodded and let him continue, " But I have been to Starfall many times before and I know the way there. House Dayne is loyal vassals to House Martell and will help get you and your children the rest of the way home."

House Dayne was one of House Martell's closest and most loyal allies, as well as the home of one of her closest friends, Ashara. Ashara had returned to Starfall early on during the start of the Rebellion, having gotten herself with child and desired to have her child in her home. Ashara's older brother, Ser Arthur Dayne was this generations Sword of the Morning and was a member of the Kingsgaurd. It was said that no Knight was deadlier than Ser Arthur and that one day when Ser Gerold Hightower eventually died, he would be a shoe in for the title of Lord Commander. She trusted how Dayne and if they did manage to get there then they would be safe.

But the events that had unfolded in the last ten minutes had happened so quickly and in short amount of time that Elia felt she needed a moment to collect herself and question just who this man was.

"Wait...just...just stop!" Elia shouted, halting her mysterious savior. Rhaenys looked up at her mother and Aegon continued to sleep away the day. "Who are you? H-How did we get here? And how did you do all those things?"

"I will explain-"

"No!" If the man was surprised by her tone of voice she couldn't tell thanks to the hood. "You will explain now! You have saved my children and me from certain death but how can I trust a man who doesn't show his face or tell us his name?"

"I could force you to get on the horse."

Elia straightened her self. "You could but as a Princess of Dorne, I can pull rank on you and have my brothers lock you in a dungeon if I wanted to for disobeying my command," She was bluffing of course and would never do that to her savior but she needed to know who this man was.

The man stayed silent as if contemplating his choices but soon enough she heard him sigh and grumble something under his breath. His hand came up and pulled down the hood, revealing his face for the first time.

The first thing that stood out was his eyes shaped like almonds which shone like small emeralds that reminded her of the eyes that belonged to Tywin Lannister and the rest of his brood. From that alone, Elia would have thought he was a Lannister but the short, dark raven colored hair denounced that idea. On his forehead was a scar messily shaped like a lightning bolt, a shape she had never seen a scar before and his skin held a light complexion to it, similar to those from the Westerlands and Riverlands. Elia couldn't help but notice he was very fair to look out but had a ruggedness to him that told a lot of his character. He was clean-shaven, recently by the looks of it by the slight redness in his skin and she noticed another scar on his chin that was very small and faint.

"Are you happy now?" He asked, his tone clearly hurried and look beyond her shoulder and out towards the distance where Kings Landing sat. "While I doubt any of the Lannister forces are out this far, I would rather not leave it to chance."

"You still haven't told me your name," Elia reminded him, giving him an expected look and made it clear she wasn't budging until he answered her.

"Harry, my name is Harry. Now come on, let's go." He ushered her forward and offered her a lift up onto the horse, one she gracefully accepted. It had been so long since she had ridden a horse that she immediately missed the feeling of being on the back of one with the reigns in her hands. One hand gripped the reigns while the other held onto Aegon, who was wrapped up in a blanket and tied around her shoulder to keep him from going anywhere.

"Come on little one, up you go," Harry picked Rhaenys up and handed to her mother, who sat her snugly between her and the horses head. Her little girl looked up at Elia, confusion still on her face with dried tear marks running down her innocent cheeks.

"Mama, where are we going?"

Elia mustered the warmest smile she could as she tucked her arm around Rhaenys so she didn't fall off. "We're going to see your uncles in Dorne, Rhaenys. Do you remember the stories I told you about where Mama was born?" The little girl nodded and scrunched up her face.

"Will Papa be there?" The question broke Elia's heart. How did you tell a little child that her father was never coming back? Even if the man hadn't given much of his time to raising their children, instead preferring his books and prophecies over his family he was still a father to her children.

"We'll see." She didn't know what else to say.

In front of her, Harry had gotten on top of his own horse. "You still didn't tell me how you did that back there? Bring us here in the blink of an eye and lift Ser Gregor off the ground?" Elia reminded. She was still intent on learning how he did those incredible feats just moments ago.

Harry looked back at her, a half grin on his face. "Magic," Was all he said before riding off. Elia let that word run through her head before she followed after him.

'Magic?'

They rode for hours and stopped only once when Aegon had awoken and let out a shrill cry from his mouth. Elia had ordered they stop, explaining to Harry that her son was likely hungry having not been fed since earlier that morning. Harry didn't put up a fight and simply nodded and pull them off the road to a clear patch hidden from view.

Harry left Elia to her devices as she fed her son, giving her the privacy she required and offered her and Rhaenys food from his personal stash he had hidden away in a pouch on his horse. It was nothing fancy, nothing more than a few slices of bread he had left over from the day before that had gone stale but neither Elia nor Rharnys seemed to care and happily devoured the food that was given to them.

They didn't stay any longer than necessary and were soon back on the road again. Harry had taken them on the Roseroad, knowing full well that most of the Reach army was down in the Stormlands, laying siege to Storms End and therefore left the Roseroad close to empty. The only other people using the road were merchants and the odd farmer, therefore allowing Harry and Elia to ride quick and without much trouble.

Their pace was fast but they couldn't go too fast due to Rhaenys and Aegon. The two children had never been on any kind of journey like this before. In fact, Harry doubted that either of the children had ever left the Kings Landing before, thanks largely to King Aerys paranoia about being assassinated.

Harry had never met the King the before but by what the people of Westeros, both Noble born and common born would whisper to each other had told him more than enough to get a picture of the man. His paranoia, fear, and rashness were a dangerous combination to the worst of men, so for the King of the Seven Kingdoms to become as such was frightening in or itself. Burning men alive in the Great Hall and reportedly being abusive to his wife and Queen had earned the man his alias, 'The Mad King.'

It was no wonder the Kingdoms rose up in defiance.

Looking up at the sky, the sun was beginning to set as a flurry of orange, red and yellow danced across the sky as if signaling the world of men that it was time to bring forth the night and go to the safety of one's own home. They had traveled for hours and now it was high time for time for them to stop for the night. The horses were likely tired by now and had earned their rest for the night and looking back at Elia and her children, she could see the long and eventful day was beginning to take a toll on them.

He carried on a little further until they arrived at a clear patch about ten meters away from the main road. It looked like a perfect place to stop for the night.

"We'll stop here for the night," He announced, leading his horse to the clear patch. He climbed off his horse and tied it up to the tree before going over to help his companions.

Little Rhaenys was rubbing her eyes and let out a small yawn, making Harry smile at the cuteness of such an act and gently lowered her down to the ground. Offering Elia a hand, the Princess took the gesture and found herself on the ground beside Rhaenys, looking around the small site. She had camped outside in the wilderness before but it had been many years since she had done so.

"Would it not be better to keep going until we find an inn of some kind?"

"No," Harry told her, shaking his head, "There's too big of a chance that someone might recognize who you are and delay our chances of getting into Dorne. If it's safety you're worried about then don't worry. I can guarantee no one will find us here."

"How can you guarantee that?" Elia asked hotly, in no mood for games but Harry didn't answer back. Instead, she watched as Harry opened the pouch on his waist and waved his hand. Elia could only watch as the tent from earlier appeared out of the bag and began to assemble itself together in the mid-air until plopping gently on the ground. While amazing to see, another question appear in Elia's mind.

'How did that tent fit into such a tiny pouch?'

Her question, however, had to wait as Harry stepped out to the edge of the small clearing and waved his hands in the air with Elia could hear him mutter something under his breath. Elia stumbled back and looked in fascination as a wave kind of energy much like the one he used earlier shot out of the stick, only instead it began to expand and cover the front area of the clearing. As quick as it came it disappeared and she watched as Harry did the same thing on every side of the clearing.

When he was done, Harry turned back to look at Elia. "I've put a disillusioned charm around the clearing so nobody will be able to see us," He told her but got a blank look back as she tried to fathom what he just did, "Basically I've put up an invisible wall that will keep us safe for the night."

"H-How?"

"How else? Magic," He grinned again and went inside the tent. His head peered out a moment later and ushered them inside. "Come on, let's heal that wound on your shoulder before it gets infected. After that, I'll get supper on. I'd say we've all earned ourselves something warm for the night." He disappeared back inside leaving Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon standing there at the front of the entrance.

'There is no way I'm staying in a tent with a man I've only just met. Especially someone who claims to use magic,' She couldn't reason with herself that what she had been seeing was magic as the logical part of her mind tried to fight off what she was seeing with her own eyes. Magic had been gone from Westeros for centuries and so very few places in the world could still practice the art form. Yet this man that saved her claims to use such a thing so easily as if it was second nature to him.

While she stood there unsure whether or not to go inside, her daughter appeared fed up with just standing there and made a dash inside.

"Rhaenys!" Elia tried to grab her daughter by the color of her dress but the little girl was already out of her reach and entered the tent. Then out of the blue, she heard Rhaenys gasp and let out a bunch of giggles. "Guess I don't have a choice now."

Taking a deep breath, Elia moved towards the tent and moved the flap out of the way, allowing her entrance inside.

Once inside, for the hundredth time today, her jaw dropped and her knee's wanted to give out as shock coursed through her body.

The inside of the tent was multiple times bigger than what it let on from the outside and was at least the size of a very small pavilion. There were rugs of various colors lining the floor and covering the grass, some of which she saw were of Westerosi make and others that she believed to of Bravosi make and the ceiling was at least three people high. In the center was an array of comfortable looking couches with a small wooden table in the middle and then a short way away was a table with five chairs around it made of a type of dark colored wood. There were three beams holding the top of the tent up and each had various lanterns hanging from the side, one of which Harry was in the middle of lighting. On the far side of the tent was what Elia could only describe as some kind of small pantry with wooden cupboards and a small pile of clean plates and cutlery packed on top of the counter. A small furnace was sat little ways off from the couches with a long pipe that led up to the ceiling that was likely the reason for the warmth that was currently soothing her aching body with a small pile of logs sat next to it. Finally, the last thing she saw at the very back of the tent and next to the pantry place, was what looked like a bedroom with a decent sized bed with a couple of pillows and blankets on the top and with a curtain half drawn that was being used to cover the entrance and separate the room from the rest of the tent.

It was amazing.

In was wonderful.

And Elia's doubts about magic just moments ago suddenly slipped away as if they had never been there.

On one of the couches was Rhaenys, who was in the middle of cuddling one of the smaller cushions. "Mama it's soft and warm," She said and giggled when Harry let out a chuckle of his own. He got back on the ground and the earlier annoyance from earlier had gone, instead, it left a peaceful looking man who was giving her a bow and a warm smile.

"I apologize for my earlier attitude Princess but I didn't want us to linger too long in one spot with the Lannister Army so close to our location," Elia was still at a loss for words as she stood there looking dumbly around her as her eyes took in the sight around her, "Come in and make yourself at home and get that shoulder ready to be looked at."

Elia's hand quickly went up to her wounded shoulder, lowering her top to reveal wound. Gently she removed the cloth Harry had given her earlier and winced as it took a little bit of force as the cloth stuck to the wound. Once bare, Harry came over and she saw a small vial in his hand.

She tensed up. "What is that?"

Harry held his hand up and showed her the contents of the vial, revealing a pale green looking substance. "This? This is called Essence of Dittany. It's made with a rare plant called Dittany that can only be found along the Red Fork in the Riverlands."

"I've never heard of it."

"I'm not surprised, it's one of the hidden gems in our world that no one knows about. At least until I discovered it." Harry could see Elia didn't look convinced and decided to show a demonstration. Pulling out a dagger from his waist, Elia watched as he cut the along hiss palms, wincing a little as he did so until long cut could be seen. Uncapping the vial, Elia watched as Harry allowed a few drops of the liquid onto the cut and watched in astonishment as the wound began healing up until it disappeared completely. "Do you trust me now?"

Elia nodded and moments later her wound was gone, leaving not even a scar in its wake.

Harry soon disappeared to his pantry and Elia steadily made her way to Rhaenys who was sitting up with the cushion hugged to her chest. Elia's arm wrapped around her daughter and placed a delicate kiss on the temple of her head and then did the same for Aegon, who was staring up at his mother, giving her a happy gurgle that brought a smile to her face. Hugginer her kids close Elia sat in silence, muttering a sweet word to her children every few minutes until Harry came back over to them with a couple of bowls in his hands along with a plate of sliced bread.

"It's nothing glamorous I'm afraid and nothing like what you're probably used to in Kings Landing, but I hope it fills your bellies." Elia looked down at the soup and saw it was just a simple bowl of soup, beef by the looks of it's with various vegetables floating in the broth. Her stomach gave a light grumble at the smell, it smelled good and thankfully she had never been the type who was stingy about what she ate.

"Thank you, Ser,"

"Oh I'm no Knight but I thank you for the compliment."

"A courtesy then." With that spoken, they fell in a peaceful silence as they ate their meal. The first bite Elia took, Elia felt her body relax as if she had just spent the entire day running around the Red Keep trying to catch Rhaenys after the girl ate too many lemon cakes. The food was good and certainly filling, not wanting to waste a bite as her body craved more of the delicious meal her mysterious savior had provided them.

"Mama," The adults watched as Rhaenys let out a loud yawn and her eyes began to droop. The events of the day finally taking its toll on the little girl and Elia took that as her cue to put her children to bed.

Harry watched her pick her daughter up while balancing Aegon in her other arm. She saw her unease as she looked around the tent and quickly figured out what she was looking for, "You can take the bed," Elia looked his way and didn't say anything, only nodding at his statement and disappear behind the curtain that was soon drawn across the entrance.

On his own, Harry let out a loud sigh and put his plate on the table before slouching back against the couch.

'What a day.' His attention turned to the bedroom where he could hear shuffling around and a low voice, likely coming from Elia as she sang to her daughter to help ease into sleep, 'She has a nice singing voice. Reminds me of Mothers voice.'

The thought of a red-haired woman appeared in his mind, her emerald green eyes much like his own leaning over him with a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift off as the day's action began to catch up to him.

A few minutes later soft footsteps made their way over to him and a pair of soft hands gently shook his shoulder. He groaned a little at the interruption but opened his eyes to see Princess Elia sitting back on the couch, though a few places closer to him than before. She looked tired in his opinion and was fighting off sleep to talk to him.

"Did the little Princess and Prince get to sleep alright?"

Elia nodded tiredly. "They did, Aegon was out the moment his body hit the soft sheets of the bed and Rhaenys drifted to sleep a few minutes later," A smile crept up on her face, "She likes it when I sing to her. She falls to sleep within minutes when I sing her a lullaby that my Mother sang to me when I was the same age."

"I heard. You have a pretty singing voice. It reminded me of my own Mother." Elia smiled and the two fell into a strange silence. The princess was trying to find the words to start a conversation with the man that saved her while Harry watched her try to find those words until he inevitably spoke instead beating her to the punch. "I imagine you must have questions about what happened today."

"So many questions that I feel like my mind will explode," Harry nodded, having figured as much.

"I imagine you must be tired and you'll need your rest for the days to come but I'll answer some questions now to help ease your mind."

"Then answer me this first and foremost. Can I trust you?"

Harry understood her skepticism and leaned forward so he could rest his elbows on his legs. "Can you truly trust anyone in this shit world we were born into? We live in a world where backstabbing and turning our backs on each other are as common as waking up in the morning," Elia tensed up at his words but soon found Harry putting his hand up, "You do not have to worry about that happening here. I give you my word no harm will you come to you and your children. Believe me, if you want but I do not harm women and children and I do not sell away their lives for gold dragons and fancy keep."

"Well, you could have said yes, you know. I just wanted to hear you say it," Elia's eye narrowed, "Because if I find out you were planning on betraying me and handing me over to my enemies then I would sooner stab you in your sleep before you had the chance to realize what had happened."

Harry laughed, "I believe you would. I think what you did to the Mountain's face proves that statement true." For the first time that day, Elia let out a chuckle of her own, "He'll likely have that scar on his face for the rest of his days."

"Good. Perhaps he will think twice the next time he tried his metal against a Princess of Dorne. Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken are my families words for a reason. That scar I hope will serve as a reminded for that as will the injuries you laid on him during your...onslaught," Elia ease back into the couch and her face now looked as curious as a child looking at a picture book, "Which brings me to my next question...Do you really know magic?"

Instead of saying anything, Harry pointed towards one of the empty seats. Elia leaned forward in anticipation and watched as he muttered some kind of incantation and watched closely as a wisp of light shot out of the wand and hit the seat. The seat glowed for a split second until Elia watched the seat suddenly shift its shape and what once was a couch, now stood a large brown coated horse in its place.

Elia stood up from her seat, slowly making her way over to the horse so not to spook it and began running her hand along its mane, "Incredible."

"Transfiguration, the ability that focuses on the alteration of the form or appearance of an object. It's just one of the many branches of magic and one of the more difficult in my opinion."

"What else can you do?"

Harry smiled. "So much more. This tent, for instance," He pointed to around the tent, "has an undetectable expanding charm. In essence the internal dimensions of the target object without affecting the external dimensions," Elia looked at him with raised eyebrows, "It makes the inside bigger than what it looks like on the outside."

"That's very handy. Do you live here?" Harry nodded, "I can see why. It has a very homely feel to it. Like a warm blanket wrapping around you. It makes me want to fall asleep," Saying that, Elia began to yawn causing Harry to chuckle.

"I could show you more but I think it would be best to cut this conversation short. You look like your ready to drop," Harry commented and waved his hand over the horse, causing it to transfigure back into a couch. Elia jumped back in surprise and pouted at the smirk on his face.

"Why not tell me more? Like I said earlier, I could just order you to tell me."

Harry nodded his head and crossed his arms. "You could but then what we talk about on our journey to Dorne? We have a lot of traveling to do and we will be spending a lot of time together." The thought had crossed her. On horseback at the rate they were going, it would take a few weeks at least to reach Dorne alone and then at least a week to reach Sunspear.

"I suppose you're right," She gave him a firm look as she began to back away and head back to the bedroom, "but don't think I will forget."

Harry laughed, "I doubt you'll allow me to forget and nor will the little Princess. She seemed quite enamored when she came in here. Like Mother, Like Daughter I suppose."

"Yes, I think you may be right. Good night Harry."

Goodnight Princess," Harry said with a small bow and watched as Elia left for the bedroom.

"Oh and Harry," Harry turned back around, seeing Elia half hidden behind the curtain but her face was visible and was giving Harry a grateful, watery smile, "I didn't say it earlier, not properly but I will now. Thank you for saving us. We are in your debt."

Elia disappeared behind the curtain and went to join her children in sleep. Harry stayed sat there on the couch before making himself comfortable.

"You're welcome, Princess."

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