AN: Hello, fellow viewers! I'm glad you can join me once again in another literature adventure! Anyways, you probably clicked on this story for a number of reasons, and I'm not to judge. But, if you are one of my EE (Enti Enterprise) readers, then this is why all the updates have been slow! In anticipation for Season 5 of Game of Thrones coming out in March of 2015, I believe, I have decided to do a Game of Thrones fanfiction! This will be my first one, but I think I'll do well, don't you? Now, if you are a fan of Game of Thrones and are stoked for this story, hit me up with a review, or maybe follow the story! If you are not a big fan, maybe one of your friends are and you can direct them to this story! Either way, I hope you'll enjoy this wonderful story! (Psst, and, just so you know, there are massive spoilers in here, so if you haven't finished up to Season 4 in the TV show and don't want it ruined, exit out now. Now, as for me, I am all caught up with Season 4, but not the books! So, if any spoilers are given to me that are from Storm of Swords and beyond, please refrain from acknowledging them, and/or alert me. I'll get my friend, who is all caught up, to flush them out.) Now, enough of this long author's note! Let's begin!

~Notor

Chapter 1: Bart I

Bart was angry. His wife had recently threatened to leave him for another man, one far richer than him, and apparently more caring than him. And no matter how much Bart pleaded, his wife wouldn't see eye to eye with him. You're just a huntsman, she said. You just bring dead animals to the house! I'd rather marry a noble! And so, Bart was angry. He was out hunting in the woods, since it seemed to calm his nerves a lot. He luckily lives near the Kingswood, and often snuck off to hunt the occasional bird or boar. As Bart was trudging through the forest, he saw some armored men walk through and he hid in the bushes, desperate not to be seen. Luckily, he wasn't. He stepped out and cautiously looked at the men who passed. They were wearing gold-plated armor, matching their golden hair, with red capes, along with some half helms. Lannisters.

Bart knew of the war going on between the Lannisters and the Starks. Well, what was left of the Starks anyways. He usually stopped by taverns, thus giving him the information of the war. Most of it was gossip, but he knew how to rule out the lies from the truth. Bart never liked the Lannisters, but he didn't despise them either. As long as he swore loyalty to them, they gave him protection. And so, with that thought in mind, Bart continued hunting.

As Bart hunted, he thought more and more of his wife leaving him, getting more and more aggravated. My own wife, he thought. My own wife is leaving me for some noble parasite! Bart stomped through the brush, causing birds to fly out of the trees. He quickly shoots them down with his hunting bow, not even trying to stay silent. As the birds thinned out, Bart noticed two ravens flying out from the distance. He frowned and shook his head, drawing his bow. Looks like a family won't be getting their letters, he thought. He let his arrow loose, causing the raven to fall to the ground with a thump! Bart then let's another arrow loose, hitting the second raven. He then started to walk where they fell, collecting the bird's carcasses. He saw the paper attached to the ravens and smirked. If Bart was going to be depressed and angry, so would other people.

Bart was a young man, at his age anyways. His parents had actually arranged the marriage he was in now, hoping to spread their bloodline amongst noble blood. But now that Bart's parents had passed away from sickness, things were just falling apart, and Bart looked for any outlet for all this anger built up inside of him. As the day crept into the late afternoon, Bart set up camp to rest. As he built the fire, he took the papers off the two ravens and put them amongst the dry wood to burn. Once he had done all that, he sparked the fire. Surprisingly, the fire had started much quicker than he thought. Bart wasn't one to complain, so he sat slightly happier as he watched the papers burn, grinning at the thought of the people that will never get word from their counterparts.

After a an hour or so, the the sky started to darken, so Bart put out the fire with some water from a nearby stream, stomped out any remaining flames, and started to head back home. The clouds in the sky had let loose some rain they were holding in, so it started to drizzle as Bart walked on. After a few minutes, Bart saw the welcoming, dim light coming from his and his wife's house. Well, not for long, he thought begrudgingly. As he stood at the door of his house, he dreaded another fight with his wife, but it was raining, so he stepped inside,cquickly closing the door so he would not let any rain in.

"Wenda, I'm home!" he exclaimed as he put his hunting bag full of animal carcasses on the table.

Not hearing a response, he calls out, "Wenda?"

That was when he noticed that the house was a mess. The books that usually were on the bookshelf were strewn on the floor, and the table was a mess of broken plates and ripped papers. Bart ran upstairs to his and his wife's bedroom, calling out, "Wenda!" as he ran.

When he finally reached the room, he couldn't believe his eyes. Their table was flipped over, the bookshelf was tilted against the wall, and the window was broken in. But those weren't the horrible parts. There, lying on his bed, was the body of his wife, Wenda, sprawled on the bedsheets. Her neck was sliced open, blood dripping from her neck down to the floor, mixing with the blood coming from her side as well. Her red hair was a mess, tufts of it lying on the floor and on the bed. And there, as the rain pelted against the roof, was where Bart wept for his wife. And as he wept, his tears dropped onto the floor, mixing with the small pool of blood already formed there.

That morning, the Kingsguard arrived at Bart's household, questioning him, making sure that he himself didn't murder his wife. So, Bart showed the guards where he had camped out befire he had gone home, proving that he didn't murder his own wife. He also told them of the patrol he saw passing by, and that he had killed a few birds when hunting. What he didn't tell them was of the two ravens his shot down, which, unbeknownst to Bart, were delivering the orders to House Frey and House Bolton to murder the Starks when they entered the Twins. And Bart had burned the messages.

AN: Well! I hope you liked the first chapter! You can guess what's different in this AU... :3. Anyways, if you liked this story, leave a review and/or a favorite! I'm also thinking of including something later on, but you'll see! Well, see you guys later!

~Notor