Life's Embrace
Tenth Day of the Second Month 293 AC
You return to Sunspear just as the sun begins to sink bellow the horizon as discretely as you had left, bearing sorcery, gifts, and above all else hope.
Perhaps one more of your kin could be snatched from death's cold embrace this day. The thought might have almost been a prayer, but it is to no god that you trust the working of miracles this day.
Prince Doran still sits by his slumbering sister's side, the only signs of the passing of time being the supper tray that he must have recently shared with your mother and Tyene. "Did you find what you sought?" he asks urgently the moment you and your companions manifest in the chamber.
"Yes, and a bit more besides," you answer, handing the sheet of gold, shining perhaps a touch more brightly than it aught to Tyene. "It's probably best if you try again."
"She won't know me," your friend replies wistfully. "I never got a chance to meet... them." The reminder of the boy Aegon, gone beyond hope of return, dampens spirits, but still an air of expectation hangs over the chamber.
Words in the tongue of dragons fall from Tyene's lips though she speaks it not. Blessings they are, grand and sweeping things, a lantern to open the way and herald a joyous return. They hang upon the air writ in tongues of flame and ring a clarion call into the ether... yet it seems that this time it would go unanswered by a soul too weary or too frightened of the dreadful manner of its death to allow return.
"Rhaenys..." a single word spoken softly in her sleep by the still slumbering Elia. She had been calling out to her children, her brothers, even to Rhaegar since you had entered, the last of Tyene's herbs clearing from her blood. Whether it be a quirk of chance or fate you may never know, but betwixt that moment and the next the light in Tyene's hands twists and flows like water to wrap around the stool that holds the fragile shard of bone and weave itself into the semblance of a dark-haired wide-eyed little girl you faintly remember from your childhood.
"Mama!" she screams and Elia jerks fully awake, her own terrors banished for the moment at least by the sound.
Tears there are then aplenty and confusion and fear, those lost held close with dozens, scores of whispered assurances. Then comes the disbelief and even anger, and you are glad to hear even the latter even as you worry someone might hear.
"So, Aegon is truly gone?" your goodsister asks at last as she strokes her daughter's hair in a hug that neither seem remotely willing to end.
"My lady, I am more sorry than I can say, but a child so young will not know himself well enough to return from beyond death," you reply earnestly.
"I..." she swallows thickly. "I'd like to say I understand, but I don't really. I hope that it will come in time as it must have done to all of you. I would ask one more thing of you then, Prince Viserys."
"Yes?" you ask a touch warily, guessing where her thoughts likely lie.
"Avenge him... and me and Rhaenys." The girl whimpers in her mother's arms at the sound of her name, but the princess continues the words like venom drawn from a wound. "Slay Tywin's dogs if you cannot yet kill the monster himself," she says starkly.
Even as your mind works feverishly seeking an answer you can give, you find yourself impressed that even in her state Elia Martell is able to make that distinction. She would have made Rhaegar a worthy queen you think.
Doran catches your eye and discretely shows open palms to gesture that the decision is yours alone. He will not speak up for fear of upsetting his sister, you suspect, but it is clear the prince of Dorne considers that you have done enough in this matter. On the other hand he might seek to enact Elia's vengeance himself... let alone what Oberyn might do if presented with such a plea from his sisters' lips.
What do you answer?
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OOC: If you consider Elia's plea unreasonable, keep in mind how she died. From her perspective that happened minutes ago.