Elia couldn't say she was fond of travelling to find potential suitors. She missed her home, Dorne, with the sun looming above her and listening to music with her family in the Water Gardens. The visits were exhausting and pointless, she thought. She didn't like the people in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms: they weren't what she was used to. Fake smiles, people trying to undermine each other while pretending to be friends. She wanted to go back to Dorne.

They were in King's Landing, now, and she couldn't say she was excited for it. She knew this would be just as pointless as the rest of the visits, and she'd return empty handed. Oberyn, however, wanted to see the Mad King in action. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

As she was walking in court, a melody made her pause. It filled her mind with ease immediately, and she found herself following the sound. She walked and walked until the sound was heard clearly.

She saw him there: Prince Rhaegar. The man whose beauty inspired bards all around Westeros, with his sad lilac eyes and gentle smile. She watched him as he played the harp perfectly, his fingers gliding across the strings with ease. She was mesmerized.

She didn't know how long she stood there for. She didn't even realize the song was over until she met the prince's gaze, who seemed surprised at the unexpected audience. She cleared her throat, smiling sheepishly. "You're very talented, my prince." She spoke, taking a step closer. "I thought the bards were overexaggerating."